#hunter x reader smut
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welcome home / hunter x f!reader
pairing: hunter x f!reader
description: you return home to find hunter in the shower, and he shows you just how much he missed you while he was gone.
word count: 4,036
warnings: NSFW 18+ explicit sexual content. heavy scent kink. plot only if you squint. p in v s*x. oral s*x (f receiving). slight overstimulation. lots of kissing. slight body worship. cr*ampie.
the need to write a part two to that hunter smut a couple of weeks ago was so strong there was no avoiding it. the hunter feels gripped me so hard they're shaking me around like a rag doll.
i have never written a full smut sequence like this before, so please bear with me if it's not as perfect as i would like! i'm doing my best!
although the previous part (which is not essential to read to understand this) was written with gender-neutral pronouns, this part is with a female reader. i wanted to make sure i could actually write a scene like this since i've never done it before. gender-neutral smut is something i'd like to try in the future once i feel more comfortable writing in this style :)
also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
You rode the slightly odorous lift up to your apartment floor, the doors sliding open slowly once it arrived. The hallway light flickered every minute or two as you approached the door to your humble abode, your body aching after working more overtime than you should’ve stayed for. Yawning, you pressed in the code before promptly walking into the still-closed door with a thud.
You frowned, suddenly more alert. You checked the panel and saw that you had just locked your apartment, not unlocked it. Living on Coruscant – especially in an area not known for being the safest corner of the planetary city – had informally trained you to watch for your safety almost constantly. And the possibility that your door may have been unlocked by someone who may or may not be waiting inside to hurt you was a red flag.
Heart beating faster, you pressed your ear up against the door, to see if you could hear anyone and your eyes widened when you heard a faint groan coming from inside.
Panic began to course through your veins, and you debated whether or not you should call the authorities before deciding against it. They wouldn’t get here in time to be of any use, and so many crimes happened on Coruscant that you doubted anyone would even come at all.
Instead, you steeled yourself and then typed in the code again.
Save for the single lamp you always left on; the apartment was dark. The yellow light bathed the small space in a soft glow that made everything look a little less like a standard-issue Coruscanti apartment and a little more like a home. You quietly dropped your bag by the door, picked up a vase from the entryway and crept into your apartment. It was then you heard the shower running and the soft hum of a smokey tenor echo through the apartment. Your shoulders instantly relaxed.
There was only one person who would break into your apartment and take a shower.
You placed the vase down on the kitchen bench, a smile biting the corners of your mouth as you walked to your small ensuite bathroom, the humming getting louder. Your smile only got wider when you saw his armour stacked neatly next to the dresser. You could hear the hum louder from here, and your heart squeezed itself against your ribs. He was happy.
You opened the door slowly, knocking softly even though he would sense you were there as soon as the door opened. “Hunter?”
The humming stopped and Hunter’s wet head poked around the shower curtain. If he was a sight when he was dry, he was completely ethereal when wet. His hair stuck around his shoulders and neck, water dripping down his tattooed face onto his neck. He smiled out the side of his mouth, eyes bright at the sight of you. “Hey, you.”
You grinned, just as pleased to see him. “Hey. You’re back.”
“I am.”
You nodded to the steaming shower. “Can I join you?”
He wordlessly pulled back the shower curtain as his answer, revealing half of his bare muscular body. You undressed quickly, piling your clothes on top of his blacks that had been kicked near the privy before stepping in with him. Almost instantly, you were engulfed in Hunter’s arms, his wet body pressed against yours as he pushed his nose into your neck, breathing deeply.
“Someone missed me,” you smiled, hands holding his upper arms and squeezing them gently.
You felt his breath on your neck as he nuzzled his nose against your skin. It was always the first thing he did when he saw you. “You have no idea how much,” the words buzzing against your skin.
At the feel of his half-hard length pressed into your stomach, and you chuckled. “I think I can guess.”
Hunter trailed his hands down your body, nose still buried in your neck. He loved the way you smelled. Something about it drove him crazy, though you weren’t sure what it was specifically. But you’d never complain.
You felt him pull you closer, and his wet hair fell onto your shoulder as he dragged his hands up and down your thighs and hips. The water cascaded over you both, and when his hand dipped between your bodies down to the place between your legs, you tipped your head forward to rest on his shoulder as you moaned. “Hunter,” you choked out as his hand moved in slow circles there, and you felt yourself slicken at the touch.
Hunter pressed light kisses to your neck and shoulder, marking a trail up to your ear with his lips. “Been waiting for you to get back.” His voice was ragged like he’d been running, rasping out of him all breathy.
His fingers still moved slowly between you, and you whimpered before telling him quietly. “I thought someone had broken in.”
Hunter pulled back to look at you, his hand stilling as he searched your face with a crease between his brow. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. ��Sorry, cyari’ka, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
You shook your head and looked in his brown-grey eyes as steam continued to rise from the running water. “I heard a loud groan…what were you doing?”
The corner of Hunter’s mouth lifted before those eyes of his darkened. “What do you think?” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw.
You hummed. The idea of him getting off in your shower as he waited for you to come home conjured up so many salacious images in your mind you had to squeeze his arms to steady yourself. The thought of him in here, cock in his hand as he stroked himself to just your scent…it only made the arousal building inside you burn hotter.
“Couldn’t wait for me?” You croaked out.
“Kriff, no. As soon as I stepped inside you were everywhere,” he continued his kisses, sucking at your jaw. “And it only got stronger. Every breath I took you were there, inside my lungs, seeping into my skin. You know how insane you make me, and it’s been months…” He drew back and brushed his nose against yours. “Are you mad?”
“God, no,” you breathed against his lips.
“Good.”
Hunter finally kisses your mouth then. His mouth slants over yours and it’s impossible not to moan into it. His tongue moves over your lips and slides against yours. To think when you met him, he had no idea how to kiss and now he knew the inside of your mouth better than you did.
He groaned into the kiss, and you knew his senses were in overdrive right now, the hot wet of your mouth only driving him crazier. He pushed you back against the tile, his solid body trapping you between the cool of the tile and the heat of his skin. His hands gripped your hips as you snaked one leg around his. With his now hard length pressing between you, it was so close to where you needed it. You arched into him, the need to have him as close as humanly possible so intense you could comprehend nothing but Hunter’s kisses and hands as he did everything he could to consume every part of you. Your only thought was how badly you wanted him to.
You had missed him too, after all.
Your hands went into his hair, tugging at the wet strands as he continued to explore your mouth. He broke away but only to resume his kisses down your neck, his tongue lolling out to lick the skin and the droplets of water in between the kisses. Steam from the water clouded your vision, or was that because of the sensation of Hunter’s hands against you? You didn’t know. You moaned as his kisses travelled down your torso.
“Hunter,” you choked out as you watched him lower to his knees in front of you.
“Missed you so much,” he said again, the words vibrating against your skin.
You caressed his temple with your thumb. “I missed you.”
He groaned loudly against the skin of your stomach. “You smell incredible.”
You whimpered, so incredibly turned on as he moved his mouth down, his lips dragging across your skin, and you watched him descend lower, his eyes half closed and rolling back. You could see just how hard he was, up against his stomach. The water continued to flow down his shoulders and half-tattooed torso, down into the hair that covered most of his front.
You raked your fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp and you felt his moan on your stomach, and the sound ignited your insides with desire. It felt like your whole body was electrified, pulsing with need and he’d barely even done anything.
“Hunter, more, please,” you breathed out.
Hunter didn’t need to be told twice. He groaned, standing up and shutting the water off as he kissed you once more. He pulled back, sliding the shower curtain roughly across its pole before picking you up effortlessly. Your arms and legs went around him as he buried his nose in your neck again as he walked to your bed, both of you still dripping wet but neither of you caring enough to do anything about it.
Hunter lay you down gently, moving you up to the pillows as he climbed on top of you. His hair fell forward, dripping onto your chest and he leaned down to suck the droplets off your skin.
You moaned as his mouth travelled to your neck again, kissing you there, his lips sucking gently, and you knew there would be a nice mark there tomorrow that you would grumble about trying to cover for work. But right now, the idea of him laying a claim to you made every nerve ending in your body tingle, especially the ones between your legs.
His lips then made their way to your chest, and he moved to one breast, taking the nipple between his teeth, making you whine before he circled his tongue around it, sucking gently. Your back arched off the bed and you felt his hand slide underneath you, between your shoulder blades, drawing you into his mouth more. He sucked gently, then moved on to the other one, repeating the same ministrations with his tongue.
You panted, mewling with every pinch of his teeth grazing your nipple. He was taking his time with you, as usual, savouring every single part of you. You knew he’d be tired after spending months completing gruelling missions, but he was still eager to pleasure you slowly, work you up until you were begging for a release only he could give.
Exhausted, but never for you.
He released your breast, wetness from his mouth glistening the peak in the dim light. He continued down once again, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he lowered himself between your legs.
He looked up at you, eyes dark with want before he sat back on his heels to spread your legs a little wider, holding the inside of your thighs down with his hands. His thumbs circled the soft skin there as he gazed at you all spread out for him.
He looked beautiful like his. His brown skin illuminated only by the light that managed to creep through the blinds, his tattoo etched down one side of his body which still shined with the water from the shower. His cock was so hard with need, precum already pooling at the tip – you’ve barely even touched him. He was just worked up over touching you, breathing you in. He was average in length, but his thickness set him apart from any other sexual partner you’ve had. You ached to feel it inside you, but if he was taking his sweet time with you, it would be a while before you felt him stretch you.
Hunter was nothing if not thorough.
“Hunter…” you whined, sitting up on your elbows.
“Look so pretty like this,” he told you, not an ounce of insincerity in his tone as he crept down to his elbows, arms wrapping under and around your thighs as he pushed his nose against your centre. He breathed in deeply, and the groan that erupted from the back of his throat buzzed against your core.
“So good…” he murmured as he pushed his nose against your clit, making you jerk. He placed a kiss there before gently bringing it into his mouth to suck. You cry out, hips bucking up into his nose and he moans again before his mouth finally moves over you completely.
You arch your back off the bed as his tongue moves artfully against you. The sensation continued to stoke the fire that had been building the minute he wrapped his arms around you in the shower. You moved your hands to his hair, clutching the roots with your fingers and pushing him closer as he licked and sucked like a man starved. And in a way he was. Your hand was no substitute for this. He licked a line up, before bringing his lips around the bud again and sucking gently. You couldn’t think about anything but his hot mouth and tongue against you. You ground into his mouth, needing more friction as the pleasure began to build in your belly, coiling in hot spirals as Hunter continued. He groaned into you through his ministrations, and when he felt you clench on his tongue, he pulled you impossibly closer to his mouth as he moved his tongue faster. Your breaths filled the room, pants loud and moans echoing in the space. You could feel the mattress move underneath you and you looked down at him with hooded eyes to see him rutting against the mattress, getting off to the pleasure he was giving you.
“Hunter, please, I’m so—” Your words were barely audible, but Hunter knew what you meant as he pressed his tongue harder against you, bringing your clit into his mouth and sucking one more time, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. You cried out, the band inside you snapping as pleasure erupted.
Your back arched and you cried out his name like it was an incantation, over and over as he continued to move his tongue through your undoing, groaning against you as you came all over his tongue. Your hands tight in his hair, you tugged as you shuddered underneath him until the tremors slowed, and you lay breathless, limbs heavy. You looked down at him as he emerged from between your legs, mouth glistening with your come, coating his lips and chin. He licked his lips and groaned. The sight of it was so obscene you felt your body flush.
“Good girl,” he told you before he climbed over you, capturing your mouth in a kiss. You could taste yourself in his mouth and you moaned at the way his fingers briefly dipped inside you. “So good for me,” he told you against your lips. “Always so good.”
“Need you inside me,” you mumbled back.
Hunter groaned and you watched as he drew back to lean on his heels again, using the fingers he’d just brushed through your folds to lubricate his length. He hissed as he circled the tip and down the shaft before he coated his fingers again and slid them in his mouth, sucking them gently with his eyes closed, savouring the taste. You watched him, mesmerised.
Was this man really yours?
He positioned himself at your entrance, holding himself above you with strong arms, face over yours. His eyes were so intense, their brown-grey colour boring into you. He gave you a look, one that differed from the wanting gaze he’d been giving you. This look was one of tenderness, one that asked if you were still good – still okay with this. You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours once more before he eased himself inside you.
You gasped as you stretched around him, clawing at his shoulders as you locked your legs around his. He groaned as he bottomed out, filling you completely. He caught his breath and when you clenched around him, he made a choking sound, swearing.
“Been too long,” he whispered.
“Too long,” you repeated before he drew himself back out slowly. He pushed his nose into your shoulder again as he groaned loudly. Then he slowly began thrusting, the sounds of your moans and groans filling the room, along with the indecent sound of his skin hitting yours as his movements increased in speed.
“Hunter,” you moaned his name, and he groaned in response. His hands found your hips and he adjusted his position so he could reach deeper, and he continued to roll his hips against you, your hands clutching at his forearms as the headboard hit the wall repeatedly.
Sex with Hunter always felt amazing. Full of the kind of passion that almost didn’t feel real. It was full of moans and groans and tantalising touches that built you up and up so when you finally let go, the fall felt so good it was almost immeasurable. It was filled with kisses and though he wasn’t much of a talker, he would whisper how good you felt against him. No matter how rough he was being, you felt safe in his hands and cared for – he made sure of that. Being in the throes of pleasure with Hunter was an all-consuming feeling for you both, one that you relished whenever you got the chance. His time home was so fleeting, that anything you could both do to tell each other how much you missed the other, how much you loved the other, you would do. Later, you would use your words. But right now, your bodies spoke instead; each press, clench, shudder, whimper, and groan said the words for you both.
You could feel those familiar hot coils building again each time he buried himself in you, and you could feel his movements falter slightly as he came closer to his own release. He’d come up from your neck again and you looked up at him, mouth agape as his hair, now half dry, fell over his handsome face and the curled ends tickled your cheeks. You reached up and placed some behind his ear, hand cupping his jaw.
“Hunter—”
Hunter nodded quickly, eyes dark and pupils blown. “I know.”
Of course, he did. His senses were so in tune with your body he could feel the subtle changes of your arousal and smell the way your body was on the precipice of falling.
Hunter’s hands held your hips and the headboard, and he rocked himself into you, faster this time. He panted, a husky noise from the back of his throat sounding with each thrust as he brought you closer. You rasped out a string of yeses as the sensation that had been building rose to its peak. You locked your legs around his thighs, clawing at his back as you clenched hard around him, crying out.
Your back arched into him, fingernails forming crescent moon carvings in the skin of his arms as you shuddered against him. His name fell from your lips as you writhed underneath him, riding out your orgasm as he continued to sink into you on the verge of overstimulation.
“Come on, cyare,” you whispered to him as you were still trembling. "Still got my implant."
It wasn’t a second later until he gave a ragged cry as he stilled, spilling inside you. His eyes screwed shut and his teeth gritted as he groaned loudly – the way you had heard him through the apartment door before. Half collapsing on top of you, he pushed his face into your shoulder again, this time biting the skin there as his thrusts became languid, drawing out as much of his release as possible. You hissed as his teeth claimed your skin, but no matter how worked up Hunter was, he always made sure his bites weren’t too hard.
When Hunter’s shudders stopped, both of you caught your breath. You could feel his breath tickle your shoulder, and this was the first time since you’d been home that you registered the familiar musky smell of his skin. You smiled and kissed his shoulder while he was still on top of you, the tangy taste of his sweat on your lips.
Hunter slowly emerged from your shoulder and looked down at you, eyelids heavy and hair all tangled. You smiled, still dazed, and reached up to push it out of his face, tucking it behind his ear again. He smiled warmly at you before kissing the inside of your wrist.
He hissed as he pulled out of you, and the loss of him down there was so prominent you felt an ache. Hunter rolled off you and lay beside you on his stomach for a minute, his eyes drooping shut for a moment before he forced them open again.
“Hang on,” he said and kissed your shoulder lightly before pushing himself up and heading into the bathroom. You giggled as you heard the cupboard door open and shut before the tap turned on. You turned on your side, still half-limp, watching him wet a towel and then re-enter the room.
He sat next to you as he wiped between your legs sleepily, the warm towel a gentle caress on your skin before he placed it on the bedside table and lay down next to you.
You smiled and pulled the covers back so you could get under them together. They were damp from your hasty decision to not dry off beforehand, but they would dry as you slept. You watched as Hunter nestled himself in the mattress, eyes closing, but when you didn’t move closer to him immediately, he peeked an eye open. He reached out to you under the covers, with a frown.
“Come,” he said, his voice thick with exhaustion.
“I did. Twice,” you smirked as you let his hands circle your arms and pull you in closer.
“Shuddup,” he slurred, but he still smiled, kissing your temple as he tucked you against his chest. You breathed in the scent of him as you rested your head on him.
You chuckled. “You smell like me.”
“Good. Need to smell like you forever,” he pushed his nose in your hair, taking a deep breath in. “What is the name of this soap, anyway? Gonna place an order.”
You laughed. You loved he was like this – all soft and sleepy after you’d come together. It was a side only you saw, the shedding of that broody exterior he reserved for his service to reveal the tenderness that was a secret for your eyes only. “I think it’s generic brand vanilla and starflower.”
“Smells fucking incredible,” Hunter mumbled, making you laugh again. You kissed his chest and after a moment of silence where all you did was breathe together, he said, “You okay? I didn’t plan to do all that the second I saw you.”
You smiled. No matter how exhausted he was, he always had to check in with you.
“I’m really, really okay, Hunter,” you told him. “There are worse ways to be greeted upon returning home.”
“I at least wanted one conversation with you before I had my way with you,” Hunter murmured in your skin, kissing your shoulder again, this time where he had bitten you, his lips soothing the slight ache there.
“Talking is overrated,” you joked with a shrug, snuggling into his chest. You felt it thrum with a deep chuckle. He knew you loved to hear him talk.
“Tomorrow, we can talk. I have so much to tell you,” he breathed, lips brushing your temple.
You smiled. “Me too. Tomorrow.” You patted his chest gently. “Sleep now, cyare. I know you’re exhausted.”
Hunter hummed, on the cusp of slumber. “Tomorrow.” You felt his body relax. “Love you, cyare,” he mumbled into your hair.
You heard his breathing become deep and even, his chest rising and falling, his heartbeat steady against your palms. You smiled, closing your eyes. “Love you more.”
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Do you take requests? I would love to read something with Hunter where he teaches you how to fight :))) smut is also welcome
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Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got
Warnings: Smut/Strongly Suggestive/Soft-Dom Hunter/Training Turns To Smut/Sexual Content/Dub-Con(?)/Dirty Stuff/18+
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You won't find much of a plot here 🤷🏻♀️
Also, I'm so tired I could cry, so this is not proofread, sorry...
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You are much too self-confident, actually you already know that before you visit him, so far you never beat hunter in a sparring session. But you want to try out the few moves you learned yesterday. And who would be better suited for that than Hunter, whom you like to get close to anyway?
The man is downright outrageously handsome, with his dark hair, that striking face, those firm muscles under his toned skin. Combined with that deep, slightly smoky voice, the way he moves and looks at you, a cocktail that always makes your heart beat faster and fills your nights with wild dreams.
Hunter really likes to be alone. You know that because he always makes sure he has a training room all to himself in the barracks. Basically, Hunter withdraws from others at every opportunity rather than seeking their proximity.
You know why he takes time off whenever he can, trains alone, and spends as little time as possible with other soldiers besides his own squad. Hunter's extraordinary senses cause him to be quickly exposed to sensory overload, with things that others wouldn't even notice. Being continuously exposed to everything in this way, you imagine, is very exhausting.
So you can understand his general reserve.
Hunter is already waiting for you when you enter the training room. He has already spread out the large mat on the floor, which is supposed to cushion any possible falls.
You examine him quickly, inconspicuously. Black muscle shirt, black sports pants, barefoot. Of course, he's wearing his bandana, as usual.
He has bandaged his hands, probably he intends to go to the punching bag later, you have observed him secretly, fascinated sometimes. The flex of his muscles, the power behind each punch, his posture.
You suppress a longing sigh at the thought. Hunter addresses you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"There you are. I've been waiting."
You glance at the clock hanging on the wall of the room above your heads, and say dryly, "I'm five minutes early."
Hunter smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I know, but you're usually in earlier than that"
You blink, feeling caught. Does he know that you sometimes secretly watch him? But he distracts your thoughts again.
"You learned something new you wanted to try with me?" he asks curiously.
"Um, yeah, right. Something Wolffe showed me."
Hunter frowns briefly and asks, so casually it almost doesn't seem casual anymore, "Since when do you hang out with the wolf pack?"
The way you look at him makes him feel like you're looking right into him and seeing through his curious question. So he looks down at his hands and pretends he needs to fix the bandages.
Somehow you can't recognize his behavior for what it is at this moment. You shrug your shoulders and say, "For quite some time now, as a matter of fact, sometimes. Did I never tell you about it before?"
"No, you didn't," Hunter says, clearing his throat and pulling his bandana a little tighter.
"Well, now I've told you," you say lightly, unaware of why he's so interested.
Hunter nods and says, "Okay, show me what you've got."
His gaze wanders along your body, your posture. Your black yoga pants hugging your curves, the shirt you wear is a little wider, but knotted in the back. Hunter is distracted and promptly lands on his back as you pull his legs away with a simple trick.
He makes a startled noise before landing on the ground.
Grinning, you bend over him.
"Well, that was easy today," you say, amused.
"I wasn't fully on top of my game. That doesn't count."
You snort and laugh softly, "Oh come on Hunter, no one on the battlefield cares if you're ready or not either".
His eyes narrow, and he says suspiciously smoky, "Hmm, good point".
In the next moment he's grabbed you, taken down your defenses, has you on your back and is on top of you.
"Damn," you curse softly and try to break free, but he holds you under him with ease.
He grins at you and your heart really jumps out at him, but not only that, a gentle pulse has arisen between your thighs as your nether regions touch, and you feel every contact very clearly through the thin fabric of your pants.
"Gotcha, once again," he says with a grin.
You smile back nervously. You are aware of how sharp his senses are, and he will notice the change in your mood and hormone balance very quickly. Finally, you see it in his face. His expression changes, the smile slowly disappears, he blinks and tilts his head slightly to the side.
"That's new," he says softly.
You don't even ask what he means, because you already know.
You swallow and say just as quietly, "Sorry."
You expect him to let go of you and seek distance, but he surprises you. Hunter grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head on the mattress, his other hand gently moving to the back of your neck.
"There is no need to be sorry, if you ask me".
He knows it's a daring move, but he cant help it, he has to take the leap and taste the waters.
Your heart almost jumps out of your chest as his face comes closer and closer. His lips touch yours, slowly at first, tenderly, and your pulse begins to race, your eyes closing. Hunter's tongue slides over your lips which automatically open for him, and as it slides in and touches yours, the pulse between your thighs intensifies.
You moan softly into the kiss. Very clearly, you feel him slowly getting hard as his pelvis still rests on yours, between your thighs. The hand that is on your neck slowly moves down, over the fabric of your shirt, feeling your breasts, gently kneading them, probing. His thumb feels your nipples, which are erected, pressing through the thin fabric of your bra and shirt.
A shiver runs down your spine, a tingle spreads through your belly as he plays with your nipples through the fabric, still holding you captive beneath him and his kiss. Ever so slowly, barely noticeably, he moves between your legs, pushing his hard length through the fabric, rubbing over your pubic, sparking gentle, stimulating friction.
Hunter's hand finally moves under the fabric, while the other still holds your wrists. You feel his bare fingertips on your skin, the rough fabric of the bandages on his hands as he pushes the cups of your bra up and off your breasts to get at the soft, velvety mounds beneath.
Suddenly he straightens up, sitting between your thighs, and let's go of you. He points an admonishing finger at you with a dirty little smile and says, " Stay right there."
You obey, not even thinking of contradicting him. He takes off the bandages, removes them from his hands and tosses them carelessly to the side before throwing himself over you again. He stops just inches away from your face, catches himself with his hands on the mat, and grins at you.
Hunter teasingly kisses your chin and the tip of your nose, then straightens up again, pulling your T-shirt over your head.
"Be a good girl and come with me," he says in an almost whisper, close to your ear, just before he bites your earlobe very gently.
You swallow, but nod and let him help you up. Clad only in your panties, you follow him to a side chamber where other workout equipment is stored. Hunter leads you to one of the benches where people usually lift weights, puts his towel over it and gently but firmly pushes you onto it so that you are lying on your back in front of him.
With a little smirk, he says, "Good girl."
Hunter wanders down along your body, pulling off your yoga pants and murmuring, "I really need to smell and taste you."
You blink, heat flooding your body the second you realize exactly what he means by that. Your pants land on the floor, then his fingers travel down from the base of your breasts to where your body is radiating the most heat. His fingertips ghost over the thin fabric of your panties, lingering on the wet spot, exerting playful pressure.
Hunter is kneeling in front of the bench, head between your thighs, close to your pubic area, he takes a deep breath and shakily expels it.
"Damn, what a scent!"
His cock is already twitching expectantly in his pants, your hormones, the luring substances your body produces in arousal, tingling under his skin, from crown to toe. His fingers finally wander under the waistband of your panties and pull them off as well.
You can't believe that you are lying practically naked on a bench in one of the training halls, Hunter's head between your thighs. He has reserved this room for himself, but it is not locked, someone could still come in. But this thought suddenly disappears from your mind when you feel his breath on your damp folds, and shortly after his lips and tongue.
He presses his tongue to your pussy, roaming through your folds, dipping into your sensitive, wet hole once or twice, making you twitch, before he focuses on your clit. His tongue, exerting perfect pressure, circles skillfully and nimbly on the bundle of nerves.
You haven't noticed it yourself yet, but you're already sighing, moaning and gasping, fueling him in his efforts. Hunter feels exactly each of your reactions, knows exactly when and what causes your arousal to increase, and thus learns very quickly, to perfection, every pressure, every movement that sends you into ecstasy.
You tremble with aroused tension, your thighs quiver gently. You are so horny, and yet a part of you is very aware of what is happening and can't quite grasp it. That's Hunter tonguing your clit as if he's been programmed to do just that. It feels so good, everything is tingling and vibrating inside you, your hands are gripping the bench above your head and clutching at it.
He is relentless. You hear the soft slurp, a repetitive soft aroused rumble deep from his chest as he holds your thighs apart with his hands.
He's getting faster and faster, his tongue gliding over your swollen pearl more and more rapidly. Hunter is literally chasing you towards your orgasm. The knot that has formed in your belly loosens, a fiery tingle pulses through your clit, your pussy twitches and drips. Your moan is almost like a little scream. Hunter's tongue massages you through a prolonged, intense climax.
You dare only a brief glance and see his intense eyes, the pupils so dilated that his eyes seem almost black. His senses are full of you, your scent and your hormones have practically overpowered him. He lets go of your clit, just at the right moment, and you're just about to catch your breath when he moves further down and his tongue suddenly drills into your dripping opening and starts licking you out.
"Hunter!" you exclaim, startled.
Hypersensitive after climaxing, you twitch and tremble as he uses his tongue to fill you. He has to grip tighter to keep you from escaping his grasp and slipping off the bench with your twitching.
You claw even harder with your hands on the bench. Hunter takes his time, absorbing every drop of your juices like a starving man. It takes a moment, but your arousal builds again. Suddenly his head comes out from between your legs and he takes a deep breath.
"What a feast, my good girl," he says in a voice rough with horniness.
He straightens up, kneeling in front of the bench, his pelvis between your thighs, and you catch a glimpse of his hard length. His cock is thick, long, gently curved, the tip slightly red and swollen, leaking pre-cum.
You lick your lips, knowing what's coming next, can't wait to feel him inside you. But you're also a little nervous. You know him, you know he won't hurt you, but this has all happened so suddenly and quite unexpectedly.
As if sensing it, he looks at you and asks softly, "Are you ready for me, beautiful?"
You blink, feeling a little breathless, but you nod and say, "I couldn't be more ready."
He smirks, looks down, grips the base of his cock and guides the tip to your pussy. Hunter is hungry, very much so, but he takes it slow, applying only gentle pressure at first, prodding at your entrance, softly. You bend your legs and pull them up, opening your thighs invitingly a little wider for him.
Hunter applies more pressure, parts your wet folds and slowly advances between your slick walls. You watch him as he tenses his muscles. He licks his lips, looks down and watches in fascination as his hard length sinks into you.
As he bottoms out in you, he closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. The feeling is intense, for both of you. For him as your wet heat closes around his cock, his senses full of you, and for you as he stretches and fills you.
One of his hands moves to your hip and grips gently but firmly, the other moves to your pubic area.
His fingertips gently glide over your clit, which is swollen, gently pulsing. Your legs clamp gently but firmly around his hips, showing him you're ready for more. Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He can definitely feel and smell your willingness. He knows that his fingers dancing on your pearl have got you going again.
His hips pull back a bit and thrust into you again. A soft wet sound, accompanied by the impact of naked skin on naked skin, fills the room. He takes you slowly, but he gradually speeds up. You feel each thrust, erotically invading, combined with your pearl pulsing under his fingers, and you lean your head back.
Hunter watches you, your every movement, the way your breasts move with each of his thrusts, and again and again he looks down, watching your bodies merge.
"This is so good, Hunter," you moan, pushing against his thrusts, using your hands on the bench to push.
He's getting faster and faster. The accelerating, lewd sound of your bodies colliding with each thrust, mixed with your lustful sounds, is like music to his ears.
The tension, the intensity increases, you feel it too. You automatically tense your abdomen, causing your pussy to close even tighter around his cock.
He lets out a half-swallowed moan. His fingers on your clit quicken, his whole body tense, hard as granite.
You groan out in a near whisper, "So close."
"Good girl," Hunter presses out breathlessly.
His thrusts become irregular, he bites his lower lip, his hand on your hip grips tighter. Your climax pulses through the center of your body, makes your pussy twitch, and your thighs shake. A curse comes across your lips. The next moment you hear him let out a deep, drawn-out moan, feel his warm seed coating your walls. Two-three more slow, firm thrusts and Hunter pauses, breathing heavily.
You both catch your breath, only now noticing that everything here smells musty like an old gym, mixed with the distinct tangy, salty smell of sex. He leaves your body, gently cleans you with the towel. Then, finally, your eyes meet again. You look at each other for a moment, then both of you grin.
"That was an interesting workout," you say, laughing softly.
He chuckles and says, "That's something Wolffe sure didn't show you."
You look at him cheekily and say, "How would you know?"
Hunter frowns, his smile disappears, he doesn't seem to know quite what to say. You can see his shoulders tense.
You chuckle and say, "You should see your face. Relax Sergeant, you're the only soldier who's been between my thighs so far."
Hunter's shoulders relax again, he raises a brow in amusement, "If you don't mind, I'd like to remain the only one in the future"
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a touch of devotion (hunter x f!reader)
"Even whispered, his voice had an awe that only the blessed could muster. A breathlessness brought on by nothing but the sight of your bare body — his temple. Your eyes — his muse. Your heart and mind — his goddess."
summary: the one where hunter and his lover fall into a divine, poetic love
rating: X (18+ ONLY) — cunnilingus (f!receiving), sex w/o protection (don't be irresponsible irl!), PiV, creampie, lots of fluff and poetic romance, hunter is an admiring loverboy
note: this is officially 3/5! this special will be ending with echo, then wrecker! this is also, to date, the smuttiest piece of poetry i've ever written and it was probably because of a paper i had to write on romantic poetry and the sublime. enjoy this absolute burnout of a smut fic! [the taglist is still open for this specific series so if you wish to be added, please comment or lmk in my inbox!]
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His touch was more than physical.
It was ethereal. Transcendent. You were the clay and he was the potter, gliding oil over your skin like a painter with his canvas. His coveted, precious creation; touching you with reverence — a type of divinity that made your body feel like a sacred temple. A type of touch that relished every stretch of skin beginning from your ankle and gradually inching higher.
Even bare, exposing your body as candidly and truthfully as you could in the candlelight, there was hardly a trace of insecurity. The unease of being so vulnerable to his gaze was gone the moment his generous, loving hands spread the warm oil across your back, bosom, down to the tips to your toes.
Hunter loved more than just your body when he touched you like this. He was bleeding possession, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your thighs and hips as if to say, This is all mine to touch. Mine to hold. Mine to mark and claim. Mine, and mine only.
You sunk into the bed as if it were a throne, submitting to him like a goddess awaiting her tribute. Poised at your feet, he gave it willingly, eagerly, sliding his hands up your thighs, around your hips, and over your curves to your breasts.
You parted your legs to fit him between your thighs when he shifted, hooking an ankle over his shoulder. Hunter’s lips followed his hands as he dragged the rest of the oil down your leg, locking eyes with you when you looked down at him. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk when you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.
His love was vivid, burning with every kiss and bite to your preciously handled skin.
“Mesh’la…”
Even whispered, his voice had an awe that only the blessed could muster. A breathlessness brought on by nothing but the sight of your bare body — his temple. Your eyes — his muse. Your heart and mind — his goddess.
And that precious rose between your legs — his ruin.
“Beautiful girl,” he murmured under his breath as he moved his lips even lower. Bowing his head, he dragged his nose along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, breathing deeply. As he lowered himself onto his stomach, his shoulders kept your legs pried open for his lips. Gentle, tame kisses graced your groin before drifting lower, his gaze flitting up to yours when your hand combed through his hair, brushing back the untamed locks.
With the bandana discarded somewhere on the floor, his hair draped over his face like curtains pulled back just enough to divulge the lust in his eyes. The hallowed patience barely contained his lips, restraining him to the soft pecks and caresses.
But you were patient, absorbed in the suspense. There was a timed, slow tempo to the moment and rushing would smother it faster than a blown candle flame.
Hunter temporarily denied the pearly shrine between your legs, moving his lips higher up your body. He kissed your navel with pride. Each breast with devotion. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pulled his lips higher, suckling on your collarbone before stamping those featherlike kisses up the side of your throat.
Fisting the mattress besides your head, he hovered over you and dipped his head, long brown locks tickling your cheeks. The ghost of his lips tickled the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Make those pretty little fingers dance for me, cyare.”
Forcing yourself to turn and hold his eyes, you lowered your hand between your legs and began to glide your fingers across your pulsing nub, lips parting for a breathy gasp. While divulging in your own need at his request, you used your free hand to cup the back of his head, pulling his head close to your own.
The intimacy lingered in the space between your lips. You weren’t kissing but your lips touched, noses brushing. You could feel the heat of each breath; the unspoken but present need to just praise and taste… but you both waited. As you touched yourself, fingers dancing to their own lusty tune, Hunter nudged his briefs off, sliding them down his legs before discarding them to the floor.
He sat on his heels and palmed himself, sliding the pad of his thumb over the impatient pearl at the tip of his shaft. Earthy eyes forcefully tore from your own, drifting down your heaving chest like droplets of water, drawing each nipple to a point. Goosebumps drifted over you, filling you with a buzzing delight the moment his eyes settled between your legs.
Hunter wet his lips, watching… savoring… drinking every breathy gasp and soft moan that began to slip past your lips. Your clouded vision blurred with tears but they were welcomed signs of eagerness.
The moment he saw the bead of need slip from the corner of your eye, he lowered himself back onto his stomach, abandoning his own pleasure for your own. The faintest mewl of impatience made him chuckle, lips puckering to blow a steady stream of cool air against your throbbing bud.
You stopped circling your fingers when Hunter momentarily grasped your hand, filling its emptiness with his own when he intertwined his fingers with your own. Grounding you with one hand, the other wrapped around your thigh, holding it in a possessive grip while he finally, with a painstaking ease, gave a long lick through your folds, finishing the movement with a circled swirl around your clit.
Your body accepted his languid lick with shameful ease, spilling honey across his tongue. His eyes shut and he hummed in delight. The kitten licks and circles around your nub remained slow, timed and patient. When open, Hunter’s eyes stuck to yours, admiring every scrunched look of pleasure and bliss. He watched you with admiration, smiling against your heat when you weaved your free hand through his hair, petting him with a soothing, encouraging touch.
His licks remained slow until you cried his name, whimpering it as if it was a plea for more. It made him pull away with a huff, chin glistening with the nectar of his addiction. As he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the taste of your desire, he watched the rise and fall of your pebbled chest, thriving on every huff and puff as you came down from the close climax.
Torn away from the edge of relief, you glanced down at him, brows furrowed with enough confusion to make him chuckle.
“Why’d you stop,” you whispered hoarsely, giving his hair a tug and your intertwined hands a squeeze. His gaze darkened, turning desire into hunger. Unlacing your intertwined fingers, Hunter sat up and hovered over you, clenched fists bracketing your torso as he aligned his hips with your own. With a slow grind, he eased the weeping head of his length against your entrance, pushing it in just enough to tease before pulling back out.
“Because,” he grunted, repeating the shallow thrust. “I want to feel when I make you come. I want to feel you, cyare.”
Hooking your legs around his hips, you pushed your heels into the curves of his ass, slowly pulling him closer, deeper. You accepted his inches with ease, one hand clenching his shoulder while the other weaved through his hair, pulling his head close.
Lips hovering once more, you held his eyes and whispered, “Do you feel me now, Hunter?”
Hunter shuddered, exhaling “Yes.”
Slowly but surely, he rocked his hips, burying himself deep. You gasped, sucking the very air between your lips. The fullness felt overbearing but binding, like a silk ribbon intertwining your very souls together. Nails scraping over his scalp, you clenched his hair, siphoning another moan.
“How good does it feel,” you asked him with a breathy tone of innocence, flushed cheeks and glossy eyes causing his bucking hips to pick up speed. Hunter lowered his lips to yours, sliding his tongue against yours for a few tasteful, indulgent seconds. He licked your bottom lip with fervency and kissed with impatience, grinding his hips against your groin over and over. The wetness between your legs was audible, the skin-on-skin claps of pleasure thrumming and drumming in tandem with your deafening heartbeat.
“So good, mesh’la,” he moaned into your mouth, causing you to smile. When you bit his bottom lip, giving it a playful tug, his hips stuttered and he grunted, shaking his head. “Do that again if you want this to be quick.”
Your giggle was short-lived. The moment he heard your light laugh, Hunter lowered his face into the crook of your neck, both hands palming your thighs to bend them up. He kept your legs raised by hooking them over his arms, pinning you down in a mating press — a position that gave him access to the deepest depths of your channel, balls pressing against you with an overbearing tightness.
Your eyes widened when he began to grind into you, ankles lifted and leveled with your head. His thrusts were slow but achingly deep. Short breaths were the only thing you could muster in between the groans and moans. Pressure built deep in your gut, planted by his hand and fed by his moans; by his sweat-glistening skin; by the hair that draped alongside his face; by the lost, drunk look in his eyes when they met yours and froze, entranced by your pleasured expression.
Cupping the side of his face, you dragged the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip, gasping when he pulled your digit into his mouth and sucked.
Drunk with depravity, you dragged your spare hand down his scalp, nails scraping over his back until you reached the tight muscles of his ass. You felt the shock of every strike against your hips, thighs trembling as he fell into a rutting press, grinding and swiveling inside of you instead of moving in and out. You clenched around him, freeing your thumb when his mouth fell open with a guttural groan.
Both hands combed through his hair, brushing the strands out of his face. You held him, cradling his head to pull him down and seize his lips in a kiss. It was slow, wet, tongues twisting and turning, strands of saliva connecting your lips in bridges of love. It was breathy, sighs of pleasure and bliss exchanged between open mouths. You could feel every muscle turn and flex; every ripple of his abdomen against the back of your thighs; every pulse within your very walls.
The drum of your interwoven souls beat harder, heavier, turning into a rapid thrum, thrum, thrum…
With a whimper of your name, Hunter rolled his hips into you, driving himself as deep as he could with lazy, languid rolls.
He made sure to watch you then, eyes locked onto your face as your expression twisted. Tears blurred your vision, lips quivering. You couldn’t find the clarity to speak or beg, causing him to smirk. Legs tightening, your back arching, you writhed underneath the weight of this pressing position, crying out when you felt him slow down with a final push.
Your lips collided the moment you felt him tense, pulsating within the comforting heat between your legs. His hands curled into the sheets, clenching until his knuckles turned white. Euphoria burned in your gut, pushed deep, deep, deep by his love. Passion tasted sweet across your tongue, brought by the eagerness of his lips. Every thought came down to the trickle that eased its way into you, blinding you into forgetting everything but his name.
Hunter.
Hunter.
“Hunter!”
It fell from your lips fast and quick, tearing through you with a sob. Hunter lowered his head into the crook of your neck, moving his arms to give you the space needed to lower your trembling legs. They wrapped around his hips, keeping him inside as you came with a violent tremor.
His hand settled on your thigh, gently palming it as he eased out of the orgasmic haze. Hot breaths fanned against your neck while he caught his breath. It took a moment before he finally lifted his head, rising up and out of his drunken daze with a loose but tired smile on his lips. Lingering inside of you, he peppered kisses on your jaw, chin, lips and forehead. A single brush of your noses said more than words ever could.
Before he could pull away, you pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, smiling when he tenderly cupped the side of your face.
“Cyare,” he murmured.
“Hm?” You hummed, cocking your head as you brushed a hand down his chest.
Soft brown eyes held your own, bleeding all of the things that he couldn’t say. When his lips claimed yours with possession, you knew what he meant. You knew what he meant when he fondled your body with decadent hands. You knew what it meant for him to cherish you in silence. You knew what it meant for him to kiss you after calling you cyare, sealing his fate as yours and yours alone.
It was his offering. His tribute. His promise.
His I love you, spelled out with a single look and sealed with this final kiss.
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okay sure but imagine sucking hunter’s cock while soft, gentle music is playing in the background. he’s literally in heaven. his eyes are screwed shut, one hand fisting your hair from your face and the other gripping the arm of his chair. you’re holding his thighs so lovingly and taking him so well, and the music is swelling around the two of you like a warm embrace. his ears are serenaded, his heart is full, his cock is throbbing between your lips. his senses are overwhelmed in the best way, like being drunk or high, and he never wants it to end. anyways just imagine.
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𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙷𝚌𝚜
Requested by: Anon
Ask: PLEASE DO POLY! AGED UP HUNTLOW X READER SMUT HEADCANNONS IM BEGGING YOU
Warning: SMUT! DONT GO ANY FURTHER IF YOUR UNDERAGE (unless you want to get traumatized.)
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Hunter, with his brooding nature and striking looks, exudes an irresistible charm. His intense gaze and confident demeanor make it hard for anyone to resist his advances. (I can't stop imagining the Chad meme💀)
When alone with him, Hunter's touch is electric, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His hands explore every curve and crevice of the reader's body, leaving them craving for more.
Willow's gentle nature and caring personality make intimacy with her a beautiful experience. She takes her time, ensuring the reader feels loved and cherished every step of the way.
Willow's soft kisses trail across the reader's skin, igniting a passionate fire within them. The tenderness in her touch creates an intimate connection, making the reader feel safe and desired.
The reader finds themselves caught between the allure of Hunter and the tender touch of Willow. Hunter's dominant nature contrasts with Willow's more submissive tendencies, creating a tantalizing dynamic. (bon appétit 👌🫦)
In the heat of the moment, the reader experiences the best of both worlds, fulfilling their deepest desires. Hunter and Willow work together, expertly pleasuring the reader, creating a mind-blowing experience.
Hunter and Willow are open-minded and willing to explore various kinks and fantasies. They take turns fulfilling the reader's wildest desires, pushing boundaries in a safe and consensual manner.
From light bonding to sensory play, they create a world of pleasure where inhibitions are shed. Together, they guide the reader on a sensual journey, ensuring their satisfaction is paramount.
After passionate encounters, Hunter, Willow, and the reader share moments of tenderness and care. They cuddle together, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.
Hunter and Willow reassure the reader of their love and devotion, creating a strong emotional bond. The trio finds solace in one another, their connection going beyond the physical, creating profound intimacy.
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Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader
Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+. Unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it up irl, my fellas), heavy breeding kink, implied pregnancy discussion, established relationship, creampie.
Not me having missed day 5 of kinktober lol but anyways, here it is, better late than never!! Hunter lovers, this juice is for you :3
Word count: 813
Kinktober Day 5: Breeding
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The warm lighting of the room beautifully lit Hunter’s skin, showcasing the lines of his muscles as they clenched and tensed with every one of his movements. Hunter’s style for loving was unique, blended perfectly with lust and with passion, with romance always showering his love-making.
Strong arms caged you to the mattress. Lying flat on your back, you had the perfect view of the man hovering over you. His curls were, for once, not secured by the bandana; the red garment that symbolized him lay forgotten on the floor beside the clothes Hunter had ripped off you, and later, off of himself.
He knew exactly what he wanted.
Small beads of sweat had formed on Hunter’s forehead, his brown eyes deeply staring into yours. He let out soft grunts—his enhanced senses only left him more mind-blown every time he was in bed with you. You, however, didn’t need enhanced senses to feel in heaven when you were in bed with him, all you had to do was look at him. The skeleton tattoo that went down his body somehow stood out whenever he fucked you; the light reflecting on his skin, the hair that coated his arms and his chest, trailing down his abdomen and finally reaching between his legs, where he was sheathed inside you, thrusting in and out with strength.
Looking at him, all you wanted to do was hold onto him, clutch your hands to the strong muscles of his body—what a man Hunter was.
Hunter moaned, his husky, gravelly voice making the hairs on your arms stand on end. Your eyes finally met his and you looked deeply into his dark gaze, his craving visibly growing each second.
You smiled at him. “I know what you want, Hunter…”
Hunter grunted in response, the snapping of his hips quickening. “I—fuck!”
“You want to cum?” You panted, letting your hand travel to the back of his head, clutching to some of his curls and giving them a light tug.
Hunter shuddered at the tug and at your words. “Yes.”
You grinned lustfully and giggled, your head resting back on the pillow as you allowed yourself to delight in the fullness inside you, enjoying the way he made your body bounce against the mattress before meeting his gaze again.
“Do it, Hunter…” you spoke, trailing your fingers softly on the tattooed side of his face. “Cum inside me… fill me up…”
He let out a moan. “Babe… I—I want—”
“I know,” you grinned again. “You want to put a baby in me, Hunter, I can see it.”
Hunter momentarily slowed his thrusting, overcome by soft laughter. “Am I that obvious?”
Your hand tenderly rested on his forearm. “Yes, you are. But I love that about you.”
Hunter’s gaze lost its lust, and he now looked at you with tender, loving eyes. “You’re just so good around kids, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean when I tell you I can see it,” you giggled. “You hunk of beef.”
“Can you blame me?” Hunter lowered himself, his lips hovering over yours. “You’re really fuckin’ hot, you know that?”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
Slowly, Hunter’s fire and passion returned. He began kissing your lips, trailed down your neck, your chest, and back up before he could look you in the eyes.
“You sure about what you’re asking?” Hunter crooned. “If you are, I’m not going to hold back.”
Biting your lip, you moaned, nodding. “Fill me up, Hunter.”
“Fuck…” Hunter whispered, slowly beginning to thrust into you again.
“Breed me, Hunter…” you continued prompting him, giving his hair another light tug.
His pace quickened.
“Please, Hunter…” you moaned into his ear with your softest, most seductive voice. “Put your seed in me… fill me… keep fucking me…”
“Oh, mesh’la…” Hunter groaned with that husky voice of his as his pace reached an inhuman speed, making the bed creak and tremble under you.
A series of ecstatic moans and incoherent curses left him as he pressed his body more onto yours, kissing you and groaning into your lips as he reached his climax. The thrusting of his hips remained relentless until his hips finally stuttered and his cock twitched inside of you, granting you that feeling of warmth and fullness inside your walls as the ropes of white shot into you.
Hunter let his body relax next to you, but he still needed to feel you close. His strong arms engulfed your figure, pulling you near him and letting his lips absently kiss around your features. You loved whenever Hunter held you this way, loving and tender after his steamy fucking; it blew your mind how wonderful this man could be.
“Mesh’la…” Hunter whispered tenderly before kissing your cheek.
You giggled. “I know, Hunter. I do too.”
With that, Hunter gave you a bright, tired grin before he drifted into a peaceful nap beside you.
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𐐪𐑂 Hunter 𐐪𐑂
𐐪𐑂 Smut 💕 - 𐐪𐑂 Fluff 💝
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He likes to have control in the bedroom sometimes. His favorite way of going about this is having you sit in his lap cockwarming him. You can’t move, your plush thighs squishing together as he plays with your clit, making you cream on his dick until you’re BEGGING for him to move through tears
Eventually he might give in. You’ve been so good all night! Usually, he’s weak to you in the bedroom and will give you what you want quickly, but he takes his time tonight, rubbing circles into your clit.
“Shh, you can handle one more angel. You’ve been so good, you’ll get what you want soon.”
It’s so cute when you blubber about how much you need him and gently move your wide, plump hips against him. How can he resist his pretty angel when you’re begging for him?
After making you cum around him again, he lifts your hips and slams you down onto his cock, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You don’t complain though, you’re too busy moaning his name, your mind fuzzy from pleasure.
He’ll fuck you until you forget your own name, only able to whine and whimper as you take his cock. He can’t help but fill up your pretty pussy with cum, giving you creampie after creampie. There’s no way you’re getting out of this without getting pregnant. And maybe that’s what he wants, to see you with a cute baby bump! <3
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silver foxes
the men who are twice your age and half the headache. The ones who show up to your doorstep, flowers in hand and gifts in the other before taking you out on a date. That’s only after he told you to go crazy with his credit card to buy the perfect dress and heels for the occasion. The kind of a man that opens your door, drapes his coat around you and even puts it on the ground so you don’t dare splash your feet with that puddle. He’s the man that teaches you never to settle or compromise on your standards…to always expect princess treatment and nothing less of being regarded as his queen. The man that has your bills paid on time on every month before you even have time to look at them and tells you put your money up because hey, he’s got your hair and nails covered too. Five star dinners, always dressed in designers and smells like Tom Ford cologne. He’s also the man that brings you home after a night out and undresses you right there in the doorway because you looked far too sexy in that tight red dress..accenting every curve on that beautiful body. He’s the man that starts out with slow, sloppy kisses that trails from your lips, neck and down to your belly button but disrespectfully devours your pussy through the seat of those panties he can’t even be vexed to pull off. Only tugging them to the side long enough to spit onto those folds. Honestly, he doesn’t see himself as your sugar daddy or anything but he can’t help but get a taste of that sweetness. Especially when it’s trickling down his chin; staining his stubble and slightly wrinkled cheeks. Right before he decides to hoist your legs midair and bounce you up and down on his cock. You’re thinking to yourself how he possibly harbors so much strength for a man who’s past middle aged but he’s fucking you so good, like someone in his prime youth that you don’t ever question his skills. You claw his back, scream his name and even come twice as he’s twisting you to his leisure. In a full nelson with your panties tucked between your teeth; that dick curving inside of you..a hand on the back of your head and pushed face down into the pillow of the couch as he gives you backshots. Who tells you ‘I know, baby..I know.” When you’re whimpering with his thumb between your lips.,The man that goes rounds with you until you’re both spent and he’s splattering your tight little cunt full of his warm seed. Who tells the Plan B and breakfast in the morning is on him but first, he’ll go run you a warm bath and get you ready for bed.
the type of man that once you start fucking with him..you’ll never go back to the ones your age.
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scents and steam / hunter x gn!reader
pairing: hunter x gn!reader. reader is not present but heavily mentioned.
description: hunter returns home to you early, but you're not in your apartment. so he takes a shower to pass the time as he waits for you to arrive.
word count: 1,353
warnings: NSFW 18+ male m*sturbation. heavy scent kink. plot only if you squint.
this is so, so incredibly out of my comfort zone. i don't know what happened. hunter shower thoughts possessed me and i couldn't be stopped. i have never written smut before so i hope this is okay!
also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Hunter punched the door code with the gloved tip of his finger with a little too much force behind each press. He was much more tired than he would admit, he could feel the heaviness weighing down his body, shoulders hunched as he scrubbed a hand over his face, the other holding his helmet. The lock clicked and the door slid open. When the door closed behind him, he felt his senses relax, picking up on the familiar scent that he hadn’t felt in so long. It was a feeling of relief. He looked around the small apartment, one single yellow lamp lit by the window, he didn’t sense anyone else in the space.
They weren’t home yet. That didn’t surprise him, his arrival had been a surprise for him too.
He rubbed his eyes before making his way to the single bedroom in the apartment. The scent of them was even stronger in here, and he felt his nerve endings tingle and tighten with the recognition. His fingers twitched and he felt his stomach tighten. His body knew that when he was here, he was more than just content. He was home.
He stood in front of the window, looking out over the bustling Galactic capital as he took off his armour, unclipping his shoulder pauldrons and sliding off his vambraces and thigh gauntlets, stepping out of his codpiece – he placed it all on a neat pile before padding his way to the adjoining bathroom in just his blacks. Even though crawling into the bed was tempting – the need to be completely surrounded by the smell of them overwhelming he had to hold himself back – he knew he needed to shower first. He was filthy, and the last thing he wanted to do was dirty the bed.
He flicked the light on, and the blub buzzed for a moment before it stopped. He looked in the mirror and breathed deeply. It was so strong in here, that he felt heat pooling through his body before concentrating in his lower half. He groaned before opening the shower curtain and turning the water on, cranking the dial to the left for hot water, steam already rising.
Hot water was a scarce commodity aboard the Marauder. With four men, all of whom ran around completing gruelling missions day in and day out, when there was time for a shower, the water was rarely warm enough to be comfortable. And since Hunter always let his brothers go first, he seldom had a warm shower.
But here? He would make the most of it.
He stripped himself of his blacks until he was completely bare. His whole body tingled as he kicked them off to the side somewhere before he slipped his bandana off, leaving it hanging over the basin. He checked the water with his hand before stepping in, letting the water wash over him.
He moaned as the warmth of the water seeped deep into his bones, relieving the aches and pains that came with being a soldier. It felt incredible. He faced away from the water, leaning his head back to wet his hair. He closed his eyes as the water teased the edge of his hairline before he wiped a wet hand across his face. He stayed that way for a while, moving his head so that the water flowed over his shoulders, cascading down his chest, the rivulets forming paths in his chest hair before falling past his belly button and down his hips and legs.
Hunter turned around and placed his hands on the wall, letting the water hit the back of his neck as he let it hang forward. Then with one hand still on the wall, he took his cock in his hand and stroked it gently, his eyes squeezed shut as his groan echoed off the tile.
The entire shower smelt like them. The smell of their soap lingered as if it were painted on the tiles themselves. Bathing in it simultaneously felt like heaven and torture. After so many long months of being without them, now he was surrounded by them. He couldn’t ignore it, his whole body going into overdrive. He’d been deprived of it for so long that his senses were trying to compensate for all the time of being without it. It sunk into his skin, his bones, making his cock twitch in his palm.
Where were they? The scent in the shower wasn’t enough, he needed to breathe it in off their skin – right in the space where the neck met the shoulders, that’s where it was strongest.
He couldn’t wait for them to return. He quickly grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed some on his hand, breathing it in before resuming his position. He moved his hand up and down carefully, building the pleasure slowly as he felt himself harden.
He was tired, but he so rarely had the opportunity to let himself go like this. Privacy was as scarce as the water, and the tiny shower in the Marauder was too cramped to really enjoy any kind of pleasure. And holo-sex was out of the question too. All he’d had was his memories and a five-minute window every few days.
He clenched his fist on the wall, and he moved his hand in slight twists up and down, drawing it out. He pictured their naked body, sprawled out just for him, and moved his hand a little faster, pleasure building. Their soft skin, their smell, he imagined it all. He imagined kissing up and down, using his mouth to pleasure them, and the way they squirmed when he moved his tongue just right. He gasped, moaning loudly as he felt his body tighten.
He’d missed them so much, he hoped they didn’t take too long to come home. He really should wait, so they could help. But the possibility that they could walk in on him like this gave him a slight thrill.
His hand moved faster now, he was so, so close. He had memorised the sound they made when he would bite their shoulder or the inside of their thighs, and he played it over and over in his head. He muttered out their name as he quickened his wrist. He’d make sure he made them make it again and again when he returned.
He tightened his hand on himself, and he jerked, crying out as he thought of the way they clenched around him. The way they mewled for more as he moved inside them; begging for me, telling him how good he felt inside them.
Soon. Soon. Soon they would be here. Soon he would feel it again. The thought of it was driving him crazy.
He was so close, practically on the edge. His breathing was laboured as he imagined the way they could cry out his name upon their release, nails clawing into his skin leaving crescent moon carvings. He panted harshly as he felt himself draw up and he made a choked-out sound as he stiffened as his release hit him.
He groaned loudly as the pleasure unfurled in his body – no need to squash the sound with his hand. He imagined the sound of them coming, the loud way they moaned his name, crying out with how good it felt. He threw his head back as his body shook as months of pent-up frustrations fell out of him. He opened his eyes to his release hitting the tiles as his hand drew out the rest until he was spent.
Hunter caught his breath, pressing his forehead against the tiles. He laughed lightly to himself as he straightened up. He was still half-hard, and he felt warm all over – not shower warm, a different kind of warm. He washed away his release then grabbed the bar of soap and moved it all over his body, smiling at the thought of smelling like them too. He hummed to himself, his deep tenor filling the room. He couldn’t wait to see them.
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Wildest Fantasies
Rex x F!Reader x Hunter
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.
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Just the tip
One Shots about our favorite Adult trio and Y/N in different "Just the tip" scenarios.
Illumi Zoldyck
Her fingers dug into the soft black T-shirt as she gently pushed her hips over his lap. She tried to look into his dark eyes while he tried to avoid her gaze. He knew he couldn't say no when he looked into her beautiful, large eyes.
"Please Illumi, just the tip, please..." Damn, now he had looked up. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and the first tears were already welling up in her eyes. She was absolutely enchanting in his eyes. And it was difficult for him to deny her a wish. But they had already talked about it and had come to the conclusion that it just wasn't quite right yet. She wanted to pursue her job as a Hunter for a few more years and, above all, consolidate her relatively new relationship with him before she started planning a family.
And it was universally known that "just the tip" never remained "just the tip". And her opinion on the whole child topic as well as the fact that they had run out of condoms and were not using any other form of contraception, was making his life really difficult right now.
But what was he supposed to do when she was sitting in his lap and literally begged him to give her "just the tip"? She was just so damn horny and he found it so hard to stand firm.
And maybe he just rolled his eyes and grumbled something quietly to himself that sounded a lot like "needy brat". But deep down he just wanted to throw all resistance overboard, because for him there was no better idea than to finally pump her full until her belly was round and her breasts were heavy and full of milk. He just wanted to give free rein to his breeding kink, which never was allowed to see the light of day until now.
His otherwise emotionless dark eyes now seemed almost to blaze as they fell on her full lips, which were slightly parted and from which soft gasps escaped while she was still grinding against him.
Faster than she had thought possible, he had rolled her over until her back was pressed against the soft sheets and he was on top of her. He slipped his hand under the old T-shirt she used to sleep in and found two things. Firstly, no underwear and secondly:
"You're so wet, love." It was impossible for her not to moan softly as his fingers slid between her pussy lips and teased her lightly. "Want my cock that bad?" She nodded frantically and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him sliding his jogging bottoms halfway down his thighs, freeing his cock. She couldn't stop her mouth from watering when she finally got to see it. Long and grithy with a slight curve to reach each of her spots perfectly. Drops of pre had formed at his tip, which was already slightly reddened.
He pushed her thighs apart to create more space between her legs for himself and also pushed up the t-shirt to finally get a glimpse of what would eventually be his personal downfall.
His long, slender fingers travelled back up her thigh to her centre to make sure she was ready for him. But she needed no further preparation. She was so wet that he could see her juices wetting not only the inside of her thighs, but also the bed sheets beneath her. His fingertips brought whimpers to her lips, begging again for more.
And he gave her exactly what she wanted from him. The tip of his cock, swollen and reddened and leaking, rubbed against her entrance while he played with her clit. He threw his head back and couldn't suppress the deep humming in his chest. Meanwhile, she moaned loudly and tried to push herself away from the bed and get closer to him to finally have him where she longed for him.
His hand gripped her hip and held her in place so that she couldn't move any further. "Stay still," he mumbled softly. But he only achieved the opposite. She braced herself against his hand and tried to push him away so that he would finally come closer.
"So impatient, love." His gaze was fixed on her expression. The way her lower lip was pushed forward because he hadn't yet given her what she wanted. The single tear that ran down her cheek. He didn't even realise that she had wrapped her long legs around his hips and crossed them at her ankles. His cock slid deeper into her and the soft exclamation of his name was like music to his ears. He thrusts into her gently and listened to the soft sounds that escaped her. She was so needy today that the knowledge that only he could provide her with this kind of satisfaction made him feel warm inside.
"What me to fuck you that bad love?" he asked. A nod and a few gasping breaths were all she could say in reply. And who was he to deny her that wish. A cry escaped her as he sank completely inside her with one hard thrust. He was so incredibly deep that she felt him push against her cervix. He found a hard and fast rhythm with which he buried himself in her again and again. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her hands eached around until they found his shoulders and grabbed onto them to find some sort of support and brace herself for his pace. He felt her literally suck him in, her warm walls gripping him and making it difficult for him to pull back.
It was unrestrained. Just reduced to lust and her urges. Messy. Without a condom. She could see it in his eyes, just as he could see it in hers. There was no coming back from this. For both of them, there was no better feeling than this. Without a barrier, skin on skin. He knew that he would never again be able to live without letting his bare cock slide in and out of her warm cunt raw.
As quickly as they had brought up "just the tip", they had also thrown it out the window. Forgotten as soon as he fucked her on purpose. Buring his shaft inside of her right down to the hilt. All caution was lost in their lust and need to feel each other and listen to his name slide over her lips again and again like a mantra as her pussy pulsed around him and seemed to literally suck him in. He watched as her back lifted off the bed and her body shook as her orgasm swept over her.
"Fuck, shit...!" Illumi closed his eyes as he felt her almost milking him and he tried to penetrate her as deeply as he could. He felt the distinct tugging in his stomach and heard the roaring in his ears that showed him that he was ready too.
The thought of pulling out kept coming back to him and he was determined to maintain at least some semblance of control. Because at least one of them had to remain rational and think about how they had come to an agreement. But no matter how good the arguments were to pull out, it couldn't beat the feeling of finally fucking her without protection.
Her lewd noises grew louder and louder as the grip on her hips tightened and the rhythm of his hips became uneven, turning her first orgasm into a second.
A hiss escaped him as he tried to fight the stuttering of his hips and pull out. But her pussy just felt too good and while inside him his breeding kink was still fighting against the good reasons of pulling out, she finally made the decision for him. The grip of her legs tightened, not letting him back off, keeping him exactly where her lust-fuelled brain wanted him: Between her legs and deep inside of her.
A long drawn-out "fuck" escaped him and echoed through the room while he could no longer prevent his own orgasm from overtaking him and allowing his sperm to flood her pussy.
Hisoka Morow
She had agreed to accompany him to the event. Her job was just to look nice next to him, smile nicely and make small talk. And she totally regretted going along with it. There were a lot of older gentlemen at this event, who lost interest in her after a few lecherous glances and brief exchanges of phrases as soon as they realised she was here with the crazy magician. She couldn't blame them, really. She could feel the fear spreading through the men as soon as they realised. And it was justified, Hisoka was dangerous. Still, she was disappointed. Without anyone to talk to, she was bored to death. She wasn't close to the few people present who were her age and not that afraid of Hisoka. She had discovered members of the Phantom Troupe and Illumi too. But she didn't have a point of contact to engage them in conversation and they were more interested in talking to Hisoka and didn't give her more than a few quick glances.
So she sat next to Hisoka and was bored.
She tried to occupy herself for a while by trying to recognise patterns in the tablecloth in front of her or by counting the tiles on the floor. But she didn't last long before her eyes wandered around the crowded room again, longing for something to do.
Hisoka didn't pay any attention to her either. He was far too engrossed in the conversation with Chrollo and Illumi, who had the seats opposite them at the table. She knew that she had to do something if she didn't want to be stuck here. And she knew a method that would definitely help her to lure Hisoka away from this event and get him home. And to get her plan rolling, she first took a quick trip to the toilet, only to return to her seat next to Hisoka just a few minutes later.
She slid her hand under the table onto Hisoka's thigh. She felt the muscles under her fingers tense up for a moment, only to relax again shortly afterwards when he realised that she was merely drawing small, random shapes on his thigh. With her fingertips, she felt the muscle strands of his leg, which were still rock hard even though he was sitting completely relaxed next to her. Her fingers travelled upwards from his knee before pausing halfway up and then finding their way to the inside of his leg. She let her fingertips circle there too before placing her entire palm on his leg. With gentle pressure, she caressed his thigh before venturing further and further up.
Her fingertips brushed against his crotch and after a short wait, she dared to slide her hand further until it covered him completely. She could see Hisoka watching her out of the corner of his eye, but without interrupting the conversation with the other two men. She gave him a slight smile that spread into a grin as he sank further into the chair, spreading his legs wider to give her more room. Her hand quickly found a comfortable position as she slid it over his crotch again and again, feeling him slowly harden beneath her. Only a short time later, her fingers slid a little further up until she found the button and zip of his trousers and undid both.
Her hand slipped under the fabric. Now only separated from him by his boxer shorts. As she continued to massage him, she could see him swallowing hard and his breathing was a little faster than usual. If you weren't paying close attention, you wouldn't notice, but she had a feeling for him. She heard the slight excitement in his tone as he spoke to the other two because his words came out a little more stretched. He was telling them about a fight he had coming up in the arena and she chose that moment to slip her fingers under the elasticated waistband of his boxers and finally feel his hot and hard cock for real. Her fingers slid over the soft head, catching the drop of pre that had formed and rubbing him in agonisingly slow strokes. She could feel it pulsating as she continued to massage him. She knew him well enough by now to know that it wouldn't be long before he came into his boxer shorts. And probably to avoid that, Hisoka's own hand slid under the table and grabbed her wrist to pull her away. She allowed it, but before he had a chance to straighten his clothes back under the table, she placed her hand over his and guided it to her own thigh. Just a moment later, she had navigated his hand even further until his fingers were under her dress.
The cool satin fabric was a stark contrast to her naked and hot centre. She had taken off her panties in the bathroom so that he now met her pussy lips, wet with her own juices. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the slight moan that escaped her as his fingertips finally made their way to her entrance. She gripped his wrist tightly and thrust her hips forward as she pushed his hand towards her centre until two of his fingers finally entered her. She couldn't stop her soft walls from tensing and pulsing as she finally felt something of him inside her.
She pushed her hips towards him in small circular movements, holding his hand until she had the feeling that he wasn't going to pull away. Only then did she push her own hand back into his boxer shorts and grasped his cock as tightly as her pussy was gripping his fingers.
Faster than she could react, Hisoka had stood up, pulled her to her feet and positioned her in front of him. At the same time, he turned to the two men, who looked at the couple in surprise: "You'll excuse us for a moment, we have to go and say hello to someone."
Before the others had a chance to reply, Hisoka had already pushed her out of the hall in front of him and only stopped at a door down the corridor. He yanked the door open, pushed her inside and then closed the door again behind him. She didn't even have time to look at the room before he had turned her around and pinned her against the door.
"Fuck Pet, be good and let me come," he murmured softly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot under her ear.
She couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her face as she thrusts her hips towards him. "I didn't stop you, did I? You could have come then and there at the table." She could sense that he was getting really desperate, chasing towards his orgasm the way he was grinding against her thigh.
"Not in my boxers, you know what I want" he was still panting against her ear. His breathing quickened by now.
"How could I, you'll have to tell me Hisoka." Her hand slid between their two bodies, freeing him from the last piece of disturbing fabric before her fingers closed around him again.
"I need your pussy, darling. Need to feel you around me, want to pump you full so the old peeping geezers here know you're mine." With slow movements, her thumb circled his slit, playing with the soft head before she pumped him again in slow movements. She savoured his throbbing, the slight desperation she could hear in his voice.
"Why should I let you? You ignored me the whole evening and I was bored. You promised me a nice evening and you didn't deliver. So do you really think you deserve my pussy?"
Soft moans reached her ears as he thrust his hips towards her to at least urge her to move faster. But she took her time. They both knew very well that he could actually take what he wanted, as he was much stronger than she was. But she had him wrapped around her little finger and made him do what she wanted.
"Just the tip Y/N. Please, just the tip, that's all I want." He pressed light kisses on her neck and her collarbone. His warm breath stroked her skin as he gasped "Please" over and over again.
She pushed him away from her to turn her back to him. Her fingers dug into the soft fabric of her dress as she pulled her skirt up so that it billowed around her hips. She spread her legs and leaned forward to finally give him a glimpse of her pussy. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she caught his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks.
"Okay, just the tip and then at home you'll fuck me properly." She had barely finished the sentence before he had bridged the distance between them and penetrated her with the thick head of his cock.
"Anything you want darling," he gasped as the tightness of her pussy mesmerized him and he poured himself inside her.
She had won.
Chrollo Lucilfer
He knew he had to have her the first time he laid eyes on her.
That day, he had sneaked through the dark alley, looking for someone connected to his next coup. She had walked past him in her white dress with a pretty smile on her face. She was so radiantly beautiful, like a bright light in his darkness. And he couldn't get her out of his head. So he did what he did best. Gathered information and hunted her down to make her his. And so he met her again.
He had found out that she was a guest at a charity event organized by one of York New's wealthiest persons.
He had arrived before her, sat down at the bar and watched her descend the stairs. Her hair was artfully tied up and the red dress she was wearing made her shine.
He wasn't the only one who had noticed her arrival. Both men and women around him eyed the beautiful young woman and he could hear the murmuring and whispering that went through the crowd.
When she made her way to the bar after a while and a few rounds of small talk, he saw his chance. He immediately engaged her in conversation, which was not difficult for him. He was charming and had been told many times before that he had a way with his words. And Y/N was glad that someone had finally approached her who wanted to have a conversation with her that went beyond mere small talk and the exchange of meaningless phrases. Someone who wasn't just interested in her money. Oh, if only she knew what he really wanted from her...
She was lively and talkative. And the more champagne glasses he handed her, the more trusting she became. He could probably have asked her for all the login details to her bank accounts and she would have given them to him.
Instead, he listened to her as she confided in him about her life and suffering. Among other things, she told him about the upcoming wedding next week. That it had been planned by her parents and that she had only seen her future husband twice so far. That she was very much looking forward to her married life because she wanted to fulfill her duties as a daughter and wife to be conscientiously. She was a good girl who always followed the rules and wanted to make her family happy.
Chrollo sensed that the alcohol was slowly making its effect. So he seized the opportunity.
"Let's find a quieter room, love, then we can talk better," he suggested as she sipped her champagne. Without thinking twice, she nodded: "Yes, it's really very noisy here." He could hardly believe his luck at how trusting she was. He offered her his arm she smiled and as soon as she hooked her arm around his, he led her out of the ballroom and into one of the small guest rooms at the other end of the corridor.
While he closed the door behind them and locked it inconspicuously, she made herself comfortable on the bed.
The alcohol had made her cheeks rosy and her beautiful eyes had become slightly glassy. The radiant smile still adorned her face as she waited for him to finally take a seat next to her on the bed.
Slowly, and with a deliberate steps, he closed the distance. The mattress gave way slightly beneath them as he sat down. He leaned his back into the soft pillows and made himself comfortable. The soft laughter that rang out next to him sounded like the most beautiful melody to him.
"Tell me more, love," he asked her. And so she made herself comfortable next to him and talked about her upbringing, her childhood and her pets, and then again about the man she was going to marry next week. As she talked, Chrollo listened attentively and casually let his hand wander over her thigh. She only paused her story for a moment before blessing him with her radiant smile again. The way she spoke so passionately, using her hands to paint the picture for Chrollo and how relaxed she sat by his side, made his heart lose its rhythm and it skipped a beat for a moment before he could regain his composure.
"I'd like a nice house, it doesn't have to be big but cozy with a little garden where I can grow some vegetables. And then maybe..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Because in a split second he had sat up and turned towards her, then he had already pressed his lips to hers.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she slid her hands between their bodies until she could rest them on his chest. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than her and didn't give in. But when he held her face with both hands and gently caressed the soft skin of her cheek, she no longer wanted to push him away.
She found herself enjoying the gentle kiss. She thought he was a nice and attentive man. And she also found herself wishing that he was the man she would marry. She would like to live with him by her side. A happy life. Images of a shared house with a garden flitted before her inner eye. Maybe a dog, definitely three children.
She hesitantly returned his kiss, opening her mouth willingly when the tip of his tongue tapped against her lower lip. She allowed his hands to wander down from her face, his lips following them until they paused at a point just below her earlobe. A shiver ran through her as he pulled the soft skin between his lips. She felt like she was getting goose bumps. She wanted to look, but her body no longer seemed to obey her. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him more space to caress her neck.
She allowed his hand to close around her breast and when he began to knead it lightly, she leaned towards him eagerly. It felt so good. No one had ever touched her like this before and she liked the slight tingling sensation that ran through her body. She liked it so much that she could become addicted and above all didn't want him to stop. So she leaned towards him, pressing herself against him until he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the soft fabric billowed around her hips. He pushed her into the pillows and climbed over her until his hips found their place between her legs. His mouth never left her body, but he moved lower. So deep that he could suck her nipple between his lips. She knew she was supposed to stop him. Knew she shouldn't be doing this. She wanted to save herself up for the husband she would have next week. But it just felt too good. And when he bit down lightly, she could no longer suppress the moan of his name. He smiled at her as he let go of her breast and shortly afterwards went for the other nipple. Heat gathered in her belly and when he took one hand to gently knead the free breast, her lower body twitched. Her abdomen collided with him and she felt a hardness between his legs that hit that one spot perfectly, sending lightning bolts through her body.
She moaned his name again and clung to him. She didn't know if she was trying to push him away or if she was pulling him even closer. All she knew was that she didn't know how this all worked, but it felt too good to stop him. Besides, she wasn't even married yet, she tried to justify the behavior to herself.
She felt his hips pick up her pace, rutting against her. His lips let go of her breast, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. He straightened up on his knees and looked at the young woman beneath him. Her hair had begun to come loose and her hands had moved to her breasts to cover them. She was even more beautiful in his eyes. He knew that the sight was etched in his mind forever. His fingers closed around the hem of her dress, pulling at it, and she helped him take it off by lifting her hips. She was now lying there in just her panties, while he was still fully clothed.
He seemed to be able to tell from her face that this bothered her a little and added to her insecurity. So he slowly undid button after button of his shirt until he let it slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. Then his fingers slid down his muscular torso until he came to a stop at his belt.
She watched as he undid it and then slipped out of his pants. He stood in front of her in just his boxer shorts, his bulge prominent. He was long and thick, she could tell from the outline. He seemed like calmness personified as he stood there smiling at her.
She knew what that meant. That he wanted to have sex with her. And as much as she liked that tingle inside her, she knew it was something that couldn't happen. She couldn't let herself be tainted like that. She wanted to go into marriage as a virgin, the way girls like her should. Untainted and pure.
He could see worry darkening her eyes. Her doubts were clearly written on her face. She sat up, scrutinizing the wicked grin on his face.
"Chrollo, you know we can't do this. We can't go all the way." Her voice small as she looked at him through her lashes. She now had her arms crossed in front of her chest and looked so incredibly vulnerable. The innocence she radiated made his cock throb with excitement.
"Don't worry, love. That's not what I want" he murmured softly as he climbed back into bed and over her. "There's another option."
Her eyebrows drew together, irritation spreading across her face. "Huh?" He knew she didn't know any better. That she would believe what he would tell her next.
"Yeah, if I just put the tip in, then it doesn't count," he whispered softly in her ear as he lavished kisses on her neck. Sucking the sensitive skin between his lips again.
"It doesn't count?" she asked, still confused. She'd never heard of it before, but she hadn't heard much on the subject in general and had no idea what the options and possibilities were.
"Exactly," he confirmed, reaching for the elastic of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She was now completely exposed in front of him. And as he looked at her, she came to the conclusion that he was probably right. He knew his way around better than she did. And he was a nice man, she had no reason not to believe him.
"But it'll only be the tip, right?" She wanted him to confirm it again. That he recognized how important it was for her to maintain this status of untouchedness. He looked her firmly in the eyes and smiled at her: "I promise you, my love."
After she nodded once more, she watched him take off his boxers. His hard cock slapped against his stomach. Undressed like this, he seemed even bigger. But he was pretty, she hadn't expected that. The head was slightly pink and she could see a drop of liquid glistening at its tip in the light of the room.
His fingers slid up her thighs until he touched her pussy lips and felt the wetness that had formed between her legs. Then he moved even higher, massaging her clit and eliciting a moan from her. It felt so incredibly good.
He slid closer to her and then gripped the base of his cock. He navigated it between her legs and lips. He let it slide up and down a few times until it was thoroughly covered with her wetness. She couldn't suppress the string of moans that escaped her. She couldn't understand how it could feel so good when he wasn't even inside her yet and had really started.
In the next moment, his tip penetrated her, was practically sucked in by her. A deep moan escaped him as he held the position, just the tip. If just one of them moved a little, he would slide out again. She had thrown her head back and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted as soft sighs escaped her.
"Just the tip Chrollo" she managed to gasp. He began to slide the tip in and out and it felt incredible. But he knew he couldn't leave it at that. She felt too good. He had to know what it was like when she completely enveloped him. He buried his head against her neck, kissing and licking the soft skin there.
He knew he had to be clever about it. He had to make sure that she was completely overwhelmed by her lust. So his hand reached between them and he began to massage her clit. Meanwhile, he kept pushing in and out and with each thrust, he went a little deeper. It was barely noticeable, so slow that she only felt it when he was halfway inside her and the burning sensation she felt intensified with every second.
"You promised it would be just the tip," she gasped as he continued to stimulate her clit. She knew that she should do something now, push him off her. But she just had to admit to herself that it felt too good to do anything now. The feeling was overwhelming, but he was so unbelievably big that it brought tears to her eyes with every further thrust. His head was still buried against her neck, soft moans and sighs stroking her skin. He had never felt anything that felt so good. She wasn't his first, not by a long shot. But none of the women before had stirred up lust in him this much. She was so warm and so, so tight.
"I can't stop, it feels too good love. But I'll make it up to you, okay?" He breathed feather-light kisses on her swollen lips. With another thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, driving all the air from her lungs. "I'll put a ring on your finger," he promised too dazed by the veil of lust.
"Okay," she gasped. She had only half realized what he had said and she didn't even care anymore. A knot was forming in her abdomen and it was the best thing she had ever felt. And while he never stopped playing with her clit, she began to push herself against his every thrust, meeting him halfway. This allowed him to thrust even deeper into her. His tip bumped against her cervix each time.
His previously styled hair now fell loose in his face as he threw his head back. His pace increased and she couldn't stop her eyes from falling shut as the knot tightened. His name rolled off her lips in a continuous loop of moans and the next moment the knot burst. His hips didn't pause as her orgasm rolled over her and only one thought occupied her mind at that moment: it was worth it. This feeling that had taken over her whole body was worth no longer being considered untouched and not starting her marriage as a virgin. She didn't care that someone might find out and what the consequences might be.
His pace seemed to increase even more, even though she hadn't thought that was possible. Then his hips stuttered and she felt a warmth spread through her. He came inside of her. But even that no longer interested her when she caught a glimpse of his peaceful and almost blissful face. He stayed like that above her for a moment, peppering her face with kisses. Then he rolled off her and slid into the sheets beside her. His gaze wandered over her form. She smiled at him, her cheeks still flushed. There were many small marks on her neck and chest that he had left behind. His gaze slid further, between her legs. Her pussy reddened and his cum flowed out of her. Another image of her that he would never forget.
He hadn't intended to come inside her, but he hadn't been able to resist in that moment.
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stress relief
hunter x f!reader
1.3k words
summary: there’s an unbearable weight on hunter’s shoulders that’s pulling him down. you know a way to make it all a little more bearable.
warnings/tags: smut, oral/blowjob (m!receiving), comfort, fluff
“hello, handsome.”
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.”
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I'll Make It Better
Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji
Reader: fem reader
Warning: harsh language, bruises, pet names, blood, suggestive nsfw (Zoro, Sanji)
Context: They spot a fresh bruise left on the reader and wish to kiss it all better~
Wc: 4,600
A/n: I would be so lucky! The number of random bruises I wake up with?! PLEASE KISS IT BETTER DADD- I’ll stop now hehe~
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LUFFY
You sat on the thousand sunny humming to yourself as you carefully polished one of Sanji's cooking knives. You had been working on the Baratie with Sanji when the straw hat pirates had appeared. At first, you were scared, hiding behind any of your coworkers whenever the new busboy, Luffy, kept trying to speak to you. You knew he was a pirate as you watched him get in trouble for not paying for all the food he had eaten. Eventually, you came around to the rubber boy when you had been hiding from him in the kitchen, none of your coworkers currently available to be your human shield. Luffy was looking for you all around before spotting you trappin' you in the corner as he asked you to join his crew for the third time.
You recall Sanji yelling at him each time, stating that you weren't a fighter, just a waitress taking a few cooking lessons from everyone. However, Luffy never cared about that. "You make those yummy desserts, right?" He had asked you, a giant smile on his face, practically drooling over just the thought of your yummy sweets. You shyly nodded your head, still uncomfortable around the pirate. "Then join my crew! I want to keep eating your yummy sweets!" he laughed while placing a hand on your head, causing a tiny blush on your cheeks. Of course, you only agreed once you watched the straw hat defend the restaurant you grew to call home, making sure to give everyone proper goodbyes as you and Sanji set off on your new journey.
Smiling at the memory, you carefully place the newly polished kitchen knife with the others. “Y/n!!!!!!!” You heard the familiar voice of your captain shout, followed by arms wrapping around your shoulders. You smiled, a small blush on your cheeks as you felt his body press against your back. 'He's warm.' as the thought crossed your mind, you noticed Luffy leaning over you with a giant smile as his straw hat blocked some of the sun from your eyes. "Hi, Luffy." You giggled softly at your energetic captain, whose arms wrapped around you. "Y/n, I want something sweet!" He demanded, giving you his signature smile as he looked at you with bright eyes. You hum, turning your gaze away from him as you look up, trying to think of what you could make him. "Would you like something warm or cold? How sweet?" You started asking multiple questions about what kind of sweet he sought.
Luffy just watched you, not processing your words as he smiled lovingly whenever that childish light filled your eyes whenever you talked about desserts. It made him fall in love with you two years ago when you both went crazy over the desserts at a bakery you visited while Sanji shopped for ingredients. Luffy didn't say anything as he carefully went and held your chin between his thumb and index finger, causing you to freeze a slight blush on your cheeks. Luffy turned you to face him with a giant smile and laughed. "I want something sweet right now!" He declared before leaning in to kiss your lips. You squealed a small giggle muffled into the kiss as you happily accepted it.
Luffy hummed, satisfied with the kiss as his arms, still wrapped around your shoulders, gave a slight squeeze. You slightly flinched as you felt some pain in your right shoulder. Luffy instantly noticed the flinch and pulled away, his eyes examining you curiously, a slight pout on his cheeks. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" You internally cursed as you shook your head, not liking the sad puppy look your boyfriend/captain gave you. "N-no! It's not you!" you stammered quickly, sitting on your knees as you shook your hands in front of your face. "I-it was just my shoulder, is all…" You trailed off, not wanting to make eye contact with your boyfriend. "Your shoulder?" He questioned before carefully sliding the fabric of your shirt away from the area you had mentioned.
Luffy's eyes widened as he saw the freshly formed bruise covering your usually untouched skin. "WHAT HAPPENED?!?!" He cried, worried as he looked at your shoulder, unsure what to do as he knew you're not a fighter and your pain tolerance isn't the best. "I'll go get Chopper!" as he's getting up to find the doctor, you grab his wrist, stopping him as you laugh, a giant smile on your face. "Haha! Luffy, it's just a bruise! It will be gone within a few days!" Your boyfriend pouts his eyes, not leaving the tainted flesh on your shoulder. You just smiled carefully, placing your hand over it, your fingers barely touching the tender skin. "It must have happened earlier when I was helping Sanji carry some of the heavy bags. I ended up bumping into the doorframe." You admitted with a content nod.
Luffy just stared at your shoulder, not saying a word before he went and sat on his butt, legs spread open as he held his arms out towards you. You hum, looking at him curiously, before crawling to the spot between his legs. Luffy watches you sit comfortably between his legs before wrapping his arms around your waist. "How much does it hurt?" He asked, resting his chin on your head as he lifted a hand to poke at the bruise softly. You cringe a bit, causing Luffy to mumble an apology. "It just hurts a little, is all. Honestly, Luffy, I'm fine! It's not the first time I've had a-!!!" You stop speaking as a deep blush covers your cheeks, eyes comprehensive.
Luffy sat there, his lips carefully pressed against the bruise, his hand cupping your shoulder. "L-Luffy?!" You squeak, surprised at his sudden loving gesture. Luffy pulls away from the kiss and smiles at you, his arms pulling your waist closer to him as he lets out a loud laugh. "Shishishi! Your kisses are always sweet, so if I keep kissing the bruise, the sweetness will make it go away, right?!" He looked at you with joy-filled eyes and a slight blush. You looked at him in awe before a gentle smile graced your face as you lightly kissed his cheek.
"Mhm! I love you, Luffy!"
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ZORO
You quietly tiptoed your way onto the thousand sunny. The crew had docked at a small island for a few weeks, and today, you had gone out drinking with Nami, the two of you wanting to party once again like you used to when you both joined the crew early on. "Do you think they're all asleep?" You whispered, glancing back at the navigator, who was also trying her best to be quiet. "For your sake, I hope so." She muttered, her head gesturing towards the hand covering your eye. You just scoffed, rolling the visible eye. "Let's just get to the infirmary." She nods as both of you sneak through the dark halls of the ship. "How are you feeling?" Nami asks as you both reach the door to Choppers' work area.
Relief washed over you when the lights turned on, and the room was empty. "Sit in the chair; I'll get the first aid kit." You do as Nami says, tossing your coat on the back of the chair before sitting with a loud sigh. "I didn't know how tired I was." You muttered, causing Nami to laugh as she walked to you, kit in hand. You watched her place it on the table, slowly taking what you needed out. "Well, I could be wrong, but I think a big part of that could be what happened there." She gestured to her left eye, a sly smile on her face. You hum, leaning back in the chair, hand still covering the irritated area. "Whatever, let's just get this over with." Before either of you could do anything else, the door opened, causing you to jump as you both turned to see who entered the room.
You felt your heart stop as the little color you had left in your face drained out. There in the doorway stood your highly protective boyfriend, Roronoa Zoro. You clenched your jaw and refused to move even slightly from your spot. Zoro looked at the two of you; his brow raised as he stopped messing with the bandage on his hand. "You two are back? What are you doing here?" he grumbled, assuming you would still be out enjoying your night. You cleared your throat, avoiding the swordsman, not wanting him to notice anything wrong. Nami just laughed as she stood before you, waving a hand.
"We just got tired! Y/n and I wanted to ensure we treated any cuts from our heels!" You commended Nami for how fast she made excuses in tense situations. Earlier that day, you and Zoro had gotten into a fight because he didn't want you only going out drinking with Nami, saying how it isn't like it used to be, and now that you were all famous pirates, danger lurked all around. Of course, you both ended up yelling at each other. One yelled how he needed to go with you both, while the other yelled how he was being overprotective. It ended with both of you storming away, not speaking for the rest of the day. 'Fuck, why him.' you thought while closing your eye; a headache started.
Zoro looked at you both, his eye narrowing in suspicion as he let out a small grunt before wrapping his wound in fresh bandages. "I see…" He mumbled, grabbing what he needed. You just sat staring at the wall, praying he would hurry up and leave. To your dismay, Zoro sat on the edge of the small bed across from you girls. He looked up at you, eye narrowed, a blank expression on his face. "Don't let me stop you then." Nami flinched, sweat trickling down her neck as she glanced back at you, unsure what to do. You bit your lip mentally, cursing your luck as your leg started shaking up and down. Zoro continued to wrap his hand, his gaze not falling from his nervous crewmates. You let out a deep sigh as you gave Nami a small smile. "It's fine. You get some rest, okay? It was a long night." You admitted while shooing her off with your free hand. Nami hesitated, looking back from you to Zoro, who waited patiently, arms resting on his knees.
"Okay…shout if you need anything. You get one free service from me as thanks for tonight." You scoffed, hitting her arm as she gave you one last smile before leaving the two of you alone. "What happened?" Wow, straight to the point, huh? You thought while sparing him a slight glance. "It was nothing." You mumbled, turning to him fully. "Are you done wrapping your wound now?" practically hinting that you want him to hurry up and leave. Zoro scoffed at your attitude as he stood up straight, brows furrowed. "It's like that, huh?" the two of you glared at one another, both too full of pride to back down. You didn't want to admit to him that, in a way, he was right about having to tag along earlier.
Zoro lets out a deep sigh as he stands up, heading towards the door. You feel your heartache as you open your mouth to call his name but stop yourself looking down at the ground. 'It's for the best. After all, it will only be another fight.' As the thought crosses your mind, you hear the door lock, causing your head to turn back. Zoro stands in front of the door, his face expressionless as his eyes lock with yours. "Zoro?" You question your boyfriend, trying to understand what he was planning. The swordsman said nothing as he slowly made his way over to your seated figure. You look away, feeling your nerves starting to get the better hand. Zoro quickly catches your chin lightly between his thumb and index finger. "Y/n…look at me, baby." Your heart dropped at his words as tears instantly filled your eyes. His voice was so gentle and filled with worry, a sound only you would ever hear from your usually uncaring boyfriend. You sighed as you removed your hand while slowly lifting your head to him.
Once your eyes met Zoro's, you instantly felt his grip on your chin tighten, his body going stiff as his eyes filled with rage. "Is it that bad?" you tried to ease the tension, quickly taking over the infirmary with a small laugh. Unfortunately, your boyfriend wasn't in a laughing mood. Oh no, Zoro was seething with rage as he stared down at your swollen and bruised eye. He noted where some dried blood stained the injury, indicating that you and Nami must have stopped the bleeding earlier after the incident. "You were bleeding." To his surprise, Zoro kept calm as he went and caressed that area of the wound, causing you to flinch, a hiss of pain leaving your lips.
"It wasn't that bad, honestly…it just covered one rag." One rag? One fucking rag of your blood?! Zoro looked up at the ceiling, his neck flexing from anger as he took a deep breath. "What happened?" He whispered, feeling his composure falter as he looked at the wound. "This jerk at the bar! He wasn't taking no for an answer and tried dragging Nami off! So, I kicked him in the knee, and…he didn't like it…" You trailed off, watching Zoro's expression go from calm to pure rage as he clenched his jaw teeth, looking like they would break. You quickly tug his wrist with a nervous smile as you try to laugh off the situation. "H-hey! If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy! This is nothing!"
Zoro grips both sides of your face, his eye boring into yours. "I'll kill him." He growled, the veins in his neck starting to pop out. You looked at your boyfriend briefly before tears began falling down your face. "Zoro! Zoro, it hurts!" Emotions finally took over as your sobs filled the room. Zoro's grip instantly loosened as he kissed all around your face, his lips hovering above your bruised eye. "Shhh. It's over now, baby. I'll kiss it all better." He mumbled while you whined slightly, signaling he could kiss the wound lightly. He chuckled as he sank to his knees to be at eye level with you. "Do you feel better?" He asked while wiping away your last few tears.
You nod, giving him a small smile. "I'm sorry, Zoro…you were right." he frowned at your words, his hands softly squeezing your thighs. "Shut up," he muttered while pressing his lips to yours. You jumped back slightly due to the shock of the sudden kiss. Zoro smirked while gently biting your bottom lip, earning a slight whine as you opened your mouth, allowing Zoro to slip his tongue in. He hums in approval while still massaging your thighs with his rough hands. After a moment, Zoro pulls away a tiny string of saliva hanging from his lips. He examines your face, seeing the deep blush on your cheeks, your lips wet from the kiss as you take a few tiny breaths.
He licked his lips as he cupped your cheek in his hand, gently caressing the area below your bruised eye with his thumb. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, admiring every part of you with his good eye. "Tch. Yeah right. In case you forgot, I have this hideous mark on my face." You gestured towards your eye with a frown on your face. Zoro hummed while dipping his face into the crook of your neck, his hands sliding up and down your thighs with occasional squeezes. "You're still beautiful…" Zoro trails off while leaving kisses up and down your neck until he finds that sweet spot, lightly biting down. "Z-zoro!" you yelp in surprise while trying to push him away. He doesn't budge as he starts to leave small hickeys and bite marks down your neck and across your collarbone. You let out a few soft moans while lightly ruffling his hair. "Zoro…" You whisper, earning a slight hum as he brings his face up to yours, giving a quick kiss as he squeezes your thighs, causing a familiar feeling between them.
"Sorry…if that bastard's mark makes you feel ugly, I wanted to leave my marks that you've said make you feel beautiful…" You blush at his words, feeling your chest flutter as he goes and leaves tender kisses all over your face again. "Do you want me to stop, baby? We can cuddle instead…" He whispered, resting his head against yours. You close your eye in thought as you process all of today's events and let out a small sigh. "As much as it pains me, I'll have to go for cuddles tonight." You sigh dramatically, earning a grunt from your lover, who rolls his eyes while standing up. "Dramatic woman." He joked as he went and started to mess with the items Nami had gotten out earlier for your eye. He kissed you before holding the things up towards your wound.
"Hold still for me Y/n baby."
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SANJI
"Do I have to?" You whine, sitting on your bed and watching Nami and Robin go through your swimsuits. Nami looked at you, rolling her eyes as she tossed another. "Oh, come on, Y/n! It's such a nice day out!" She yelled while Robin gave a small smile, holding a swimsuit up for you to judge. You looked at it momentarily before nodding your head in approval as she handed the fabric to you. "Fine! But only because Robin picked a cute one!" You scoffed, walking away from the two girls who high-fived each other. You quickly change into the swimsuit, taking a quick scan in the mirror before your eyes land on your thighs. You puff out your cheeks when you notice the bruises. 'Oh, come on! I keep waking up to these.' Your eye twitched in annoyance as you stormed out of the room to join the girls already in their swimsuits on deck.
You walk onto the deck, scanning the area before your eyes land on Nami and Robin, who send a wave your way. "Oh wow! You're wearing a swimsuit?!" You heard Usopp call in amazement, not used to seeing you in anything that shows too much skin. "Yep! So, soak it all in, boys~" You tease your crewmates, who just laugh at you. With one more scan, you nod your head, noticing that your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Otherwise, you would have a problem on your hands. You plop down next to the girls with a heavy sigh as you lean back, taking in the sun's rays. "Oh my, did something happen, Y/n?" Robin asked, noticing the minor bruises on your thighs. Nami hummed as she sipped her drink, eyes following Robin's gaze.
"Oh yeah! These appear sometimes!" You laugh, waving off their concern as you look back at the bruises. As you girls talk, Usopp walks into the kitchen to grab water due to the day's heat. Everything was nice and peaceful, the air filled with a nice calm-" SHE WHAT?!?!" A sudden voice boomed throughout the ship, causing everyone to jump. The three of you turn your heads as the door to the kitchen flies open with a loud bang. Before anyone could even blink, Sanji is in front of you on his knee; a hand extended out towards you as your boyfriend looks up at you with giant hearts for eyes, a cigarette hanging from his lips. "OH MY DARLING Y/N, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE OUT?!?!" He cooed hearts surrounding him like no end.
You sat there staring at your romantic pervert of a boyfriend in awe before smiling, a laugh leaving your lips. "Sanji! Haha! You don't have to make it such a big deal!" You laughed, causing your boyfriend to gush as he did a small dance around you. "Y/n~ my darling~" He sang, going and wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind. You hummed, leaning back into your boyfriend's touch as the girls smiled, shaking their heads. "He hasn't looked at Y/n yet, has he?" Nami mumbled while Robin giggled, lifting her book over her mouth. Sanji hummed, having completely forgotten why he ran out in such a panic as he went and looked down at you.
You watched as Sanji's face went from pure bliss to shocked silly as his eyes fell onto your exposed cleavage. Sanji's eyes practically bulged out of his head as they darted around your form, taking in every piece of exposed skin you were showing. Sanji's smile widened as blood started gushing from his nose, causing everyone to sigh as Chopper panicked and quickly got to work. You just laughed, shaking your head while enjoying the sun.
After about half an hour, Sanji shot up from the deck, a white cloth stained red from his blood sticking out from his nose. The cook's head quickly darts around, trying to find your form. "She went to the kitchen to get a drink," Robin whispered, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading. Sanji jumped up with a smile on his face as he went and placed a kiss on Robin's hand. "Thank you, my dear Robin~" Sanji sang, running towards the kitchen. Before opening the door, Sanji took a second to compose himself, getting ready to see your form again in that sexy swimsuit. A tiny bit of blood trickled from his nose just at the thought. With a few slaps to the face, Sanji took a deep breath before pushing the door open.
"Oh good, you're awake!" You cheered, sitting on one of the tables with a cup of water in your hand. Sanji stood in the doorway, frozen stiff as he took in your appearance. You were just too sexy sitting in his kitchen in such revealing fabric. Sanji took a deep breath before heading towards you with a giant smile as he extended his arms for a hug. "Y/n, my love~" He sang before wrapping his arms around you, pulling your exposed flesh closer to his body. Once your body's connected, you can feel Sanji aggressively shiver as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "You look so gorgeous, cupcake~ absolutely stunning~" He purred, his hands trailing over your body.
You laugh, a slight blush on your cheeks as you place the cup of water behind you before playing with your boyfriend's hair. "Sanji~ do you like me better like this or in my usual clothes?" You teased, already knowing what his answer was going to be. "No matter what you wear, mon chéri, I will love you until my heart stops beating~" He purred, kissing your neck. You giggle, moving slightly to make yourself more comfortable. However, this allowed Sanji to glimpse at your thighs, noticing the bruised skin. The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense, causing you to look down at the cook in confusion. "Sanji?" You watched as his body twitched.
"Who did it?" You tilt your head in confusion, barely hearing what your boyfriend whispered, not moving his head from your neck. "Come again?" You questioned innocence laced throughout your words. Sanji looked at you, eyes filled with anger as he clenched his jaw. Then, you noticed his firm grip on the table you sat on, causing you to grow concerned. "Who hurt you? Who dares to taint your precious skin, mon amour? I won't let them live another day!" He growled, rage-filled-eyed, locking with your shocked and innocent ones. You just stared at him briefly before smiling, your laugh soon echoing off the kitchen walls, catching the man by surprise. "Haha! Oh my, you made me scared for a second!" Your comment makes Sanji flinch, as he never wants to scare his precious girl. "I'm sorry, mon amour…" he looked down, feeling guilty for frightening you. You watched him for a moment before your body suddenly jumped. Sanji had placed his hand on your thigh, gently caressing the bruises with his rough thumb. You blushed at his sudden action, watching as his eyes became serious, focusing on nothing but the discolored skin.
You felt your body relax as you carefully cupped Sanji's cheek, causing him to hum as he instantly leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as a small smile blessed his face. "I'm okay, Sanji. I wake up with bruises sometimes; it's no big deal! I promise no one hurt me~" You laughed, giving him that bright smile he loved more than anything. Your words take a second for him to process before a giant smile crosses his face, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, I see! That used to happen to me when I was a kid!" He cheered, his tone utterly different from the one he had just moments ago. You smile gently, kissing his cheek, causing him to blush as he looks at you shyly. "Not fair." You giggle at him while he caresses your thigh, causing a bit of heat to rise within your body.
"S-sanji…you don't have to keep caressing my thigh." You whispered, feeling embarrassed as you tried to move back from him. However, he suddenly pins you to the table, causing you to let out a small gasp as you stare up at him in awe. He looks down at your eyes filled with lust and love as he gives a sly smirk. "mon amour…earlier when I asked you about the bruises, I felt your body tense in fear but also…" Sanji trails off as he leans next to your ear, gently nibbling on the skin, causing you to flinch as a small whimper leaves your lips. Sanji's warm breath hits the tender flesh, causing your heart to go wild as his other hand goes and pulls your lower half closer to Sanji.
“Pleasure am I correct mon amour?” His words caused you to shiver as Sanji chuckled, taking the unlit cigarette from his lips and trucking it behind his ear. "Did I make you excited Y/n~? Did you like me getting mad?" He teased you while slowly sliding down to your lower half. You blush heavily while quickly trying to get up. "S-sanji! Not here!" You hissed, checking the door to ensure no one walked in on the inappropriate scene from the other side. Sanji hummed, amused with your sudden shyness as he went and bit the inner part of your thigh, causing you to jump once more, this time a small moan escaping your lips. "You said these bruises appear when you're sleeping, right?" He mumbled, placing light kisses up and down your thigh, his eyes watching your every expression.
Sanji loved teasing his girlfriend; your expressions were just too cute and sexy for him to ignore. "How about I make sure to inspect your body every morning for any bruises that suddenly appear?" He purred, going and leaving a hickey on your soft flesh before rising back up and pulling you closer to him, your crotches pressed against one another as he smiled, cupping your cheeks, a deep blush coating his cheeks. "Sanji…" You whispered his name so sweet it caused him to shiver as he went and placed his thumb in your mouth while caressing your chin.
"Mon amour…. can I cover those filthy marks with my own loving ones?"
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A/n: AAAAAAAH I had fun making this one! I hope you all enjoy!
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hxh adult trio eating 🐱 headcanons ? this is my first time ever requesting something and i love ur work sm 😁🫶🏽
Adult Trio Eating Pussy Headcanons
Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo x AFAB!Reader
Illumi Zoldyck
He approaches oral like how he approaches an assassination.
Assess the area, find a weak point, attack.
Loves spreading you open and watching your tight cunt clench around nothing.
He knows exactly what's gonna make you writhe and moan and squeal for him. Illumi also knows what's gonna get you to beg him for more.
He loves to be a tease, mainly because it gives him more time to taste you and breathe in your scent.
Tug on his hair. Do it. He'll go insane and suck your clit until you're squirting in his mouth.
Hisoka Morow
Such a damn tease. He wants you to beg for his tongue.
Loves the smell of your cunt, and will tell you. He revels in the way you get all embarrassed when he says how good you smell.
Laps at you like kitten drinking milk. Edges you until your legs are trembling, then completely overstimulates you by sucking at your clit and shoving his tongue inside you.
Hisoka will give you orgasm after orgasm, devouring every drop of cum you give him.
He expects to be rewarded for his kindness and will either fuck your twitching cunt or make you take his cock down your throat.
Chrollo Lucilfer
Despite his put together demeanor, this man eats pussy like he's starving.
He's so messy, but manages to lick and suck at every sensitive spot.
Chrollo would happily spend hours with his head between your legs, mapping out every inch of your cunt with his tongue.
He wants to make sure you're thoroughly satisfied.
He'll crawl up from between your legs to kiss you, cum and spit smeared across his cheeks.
It's definitely a delicious sight, seeing a man that's always so pristine, covered in slick with a blush across his cheeks.
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<3; aaron johnson x reader (i think i didn't use pronouns but it's mention that the reader has a vagina)
summary: you know damn well, you horny friends.
kiki says: this fits contains unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), cheating kink, the feel of guilt that it's never enough to make him stop, i think this smut it's very light, just trying to keep you fed while i work in the angst. also english isn't my first language so i apologize for the bad writing.
me and your husband.
For the public, having you involved in the movie Kraven with Aaron after Bullet Train was just a normal occurrence, two actors working together more than once, nothing that hasn't happen before and nothing that won't happen again.
For Aaron, it was just his masterplan working. He craved you near him, he needed you there. He couldn't function properly anymore without you, without your body and the way your legs wrap around his neck.
His blue eyes are long gone by now, so full with lust he can not think of anything else. He already made you cum three times before you had to take a shower and attend a date, and now here you are again, seizing the day like you started it, with his tongue inside your wet cunt.
He kisses your thigh softly, his hand behind your knee, his mouth marking every inch of your skin with kisses, smelling your dripping pussy and looking amused at the wet spot on the beige sheets.
"You bought them for me?" He moans, looking at your lingerie next to him, the one he just took off the moment you walked back from dinner, his face buried between your thighs, you didn't. You bought them because they were pretty and expensive, and you could afford them "You look so pretty" He says.
His wife is sleeping in the next room, if you get close enough to the wall you could hear her sleep, which was weird, an expensive five stars hotel with thin walls, you must think they would be soundproof for the price. Or maybe it was your guilt, your senses sharpened in shame, making sure you never forget he's a married man.
But maybe you weren't better than that, but why should you. He wanted you, he needed you and loved you even more than you found him attractive, which was to say much.
"Fuck..." You moan when Aaron's tongue was inside your pussy. His hand grabbing your underwear and placing it on your thigh again, grabbing your skin and the lingerie along, the other hand over your belly, keeping you grounded.
Aaron licks the sides of your pussy, his tongue gently going through your folds, he teases your sensitive parts, hitting the right places, he knows how to use his tongue, and it feels like it has been wasted all this time.
Your moans grew louder when two of his fingers are inside you without any previous notice, moving them in and out, his tongue sucking on your clit and you feel yourself getting lost in pleasure.
"Is this good?" He asks out of breath, a big smile plastered across his face, almost like he thought he didn't need anything else but the sweet scent of your dripping cunt.
Was it good? It was fantastic.
"Hold for me, princess?" He asks softly, your legs curled up while your hands keep them up grabbing behind your knees.
He touches your ass, his hand traveling all over every part of your body, his lips are all over your sweet wet cunt, eating like a starving man, making sure every single drop of your wetness goes into his mouth.
"I need you..." He moans against your folds "Fuck, I need you so much"
Aaron takes all of your release, drinking it all, when he looks up his chin is all wet and a spark of proudness in his eyes.
He doesn't even look this proud when he's on a press conference.
"Keep holding your legs" He orders, taking off his jeans and boxers "Good girl" He praises with a smile when he walks back to bed.
You remind silence most of the times, your words consumed by your moans and whimpers, you want him so badly.
"Please..." You finally find the way to speak, your breath heavy and your heart beating faster than it should when he starts thrusting into you. His right hand holding himself on the mattress to not lay all of his weight on you.
His left hand massaging your breasts, treating it like it was a stress ball.
"Shit, princess" He moans, his eyes closing even if he tries to fight it, he loves watching you. He loves the look in your eyes and how they roll, going all blank when he starts thrusting faster.
"Oh!" You moan, and he smirks like a bastard, enjoying knowing he's the one making you feel like this "Oh, God! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cry, almost chocking in your own pleasure.
"Sh, sh..." He coos "Baby, you're chocking, princess" He chuckles, enjoying your desperation "I'm not even near your throat"
He caresses your cheek with a soft smile, moving slowly down to your throat, applying just the right pressure to make you gasp for air, shutting your moans.
"Don't be so loud..." He demands, it was meant to be teasing, but his voice sounds dominant, his expression is serious and his eyes darkened with lust and need of control "You know Sam is in the next room"
Sam, he doesn't refer as my wife anymore. She stopped being my wife a few months ago, just a few weeks after you became my everything. The air he breathed, not only his wants but his needs.
You feel a warm sensation running through your insides, a loud groan when he lets it out, his cum painting your cunt and dripping down your skin.
"God, I love my little masterpiece" He chuckles, watching your thighs covered by his cunt. "You're tired?"
He asks softly and you nod, his phone starts ringing at the same time you hear his wife walking around their hotel room, you wonder if he hears her.
"Your phone..." You say with your eyes closed when he ignores it and walks to the bathroom.
"Can wait" He says without hesitation.
"What if it's your wife?" You know is her.
"She can wait" Aaron says, it's almost like he doesn't care and a part of you knows he doesn't. "I'll clean you up first, super star"
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