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Don't lose your focus

Summary: As a Jedi Padawan fighting during the Clone Wars, you and your Master are used to teaming up with Clones. But none are as intriguing as Clone Force 99 and their leader, Sergeant Hunter. Sparks fly immediately and it's difficult to keep your focus. With the mission complete, perhaps the two of you will finally give in and indulge in your desires...

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, Dom!Hunter, use of pet names (sweetheart), shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol consumption, masculinity kink, voice kink, light choking, hand kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm delay, creampie

A/N: This is the result of me watching The Bad Batch while ovulating. This is (probably) not how the Force works but your honour I was horny. Thank you to my dear @thefrogdalorian for the immense help and support! I love you so much! Amazing divider by @saradika-graphics At the end of the fic you'll find the links to some amazing Hunter fanarts I found here on Tumblr! These were such an inspiration when writing and I wanted to thank and credit the artists for creating such amazing pieces!

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Another day, another dangerous mission in the Outer Rim.

Nothing new for you and your Master who are used to leading these missions successfully. The only difference is that this time you'll be assisted by Experimental Unit Clone Force 99. It’s the first time you even heard about them, but your superiors assured you they’re best suited for this job. A highly-skilled squad of defective clones with desirable mutations? Sounds interesting.

Apparently, The Bad Batch, as they call themselves, despise rules and protocol and adopt unusual methods to get the job done… Much like you and your Master.

Their ship has just made a bumpy landing on the field, causing a fuss. You watch curiously as the squad descends the ramp. There are four of them, and they undoubtedly look badass in their black armour.

The first one – their leader, you assume – removes his helmet and... damn. Damn. He's hot, with a confident look in his deep brown eyes. He also has long, wavy, dark hair; a feature which has always been a weakness of yours. His face is half covered in a tattoo that resembles a skeleton. He's undoubtedly the most charming of the Batch, and also the most attractive clone you’ve ever come across.

“I’m Sergeant Hunter,” he rasps as he greets you and your Master. His voice is deep and husky, very different from those of all the other clones you’ve met so far.

After introducing himself, Hunter moves to quickly describe the peculiarities that make each of the members of the team unique. As you stand back to observe them, you can’t help thinking just how much fun they are. Wrecker (the strong one) is getting reluctantly lectured by Tech (the smart one) while Crosshair (the laconic and lethal sniper) stands there in silence. He reminds you of your Master so much.

As much as you enjoy observing the rest of the squad, you find your gaze returns to Hunter, the clone with enhanced senses. You are unable to tear your eyes away from him. You know you have to keep it together, but you can’t help eating him with your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his body, on the way his pauldrons make his shoulders even broader, how much the black colour of his armour suits him.

You have just begun fantasising about the way his strong body would look without the armour when you notice Hunter staring directly at you. Busted. You lock eyes for a few seconds and you just know that he understands the nature of the thoughts you’re having about him. Then, your pounding heart skips a beat when Hunter winks at you. It is a split-second gesture that is over so quickly amidst the chaos of the conversation, a little secret between the two of you. You smile flirtatiously at him in response.

The whole group begins heading towards their ship, The Marauder. While the rest of the Batch and your Master head up the ramp towards the ship that will take you to the rendezvous point, you and Hunter pause at the bottom.

“I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, breaking the silence with his deep, raspy voice.

"I am a Jedi, not a sweetheart," you point out teasingly and look at him with crossed arms, trying to sound tough.

"A Padawan," he reminds you with a smirk on his face.

You watch curiously as Hunter takes your braid – the unmistakable sign of your rank as an apprentice – between his fingers. He gently rolls it between his gloved finger and thumb contemplatively as his brown eyes meet your gaze once again.

"I technically outrank you, Sergeant," you say, challenging him.

"You do, Commander," Hunter nods, but makes no effort to move his hand away from your braid, or to interrupt eye contact.

Hunter can tell that you don’t mind the gesture. As if to push the boundaries further, he moves his hand from your braid to gently place it on your cheek. The leather of his glove feels soft against your face. You are stunned that a seasoned soldier such as him can actually be so gentle in the way he touches you.

You can feel the tension coming from the two of you, a simmering fire somewhere deep within. It's only a matter of time before it boils over. You look at each other straight in the eyes, neither one of you daring to look away.

Just as you're about to tease him with yet another witty reply, you hear the sound of footsteps at the top of the ramp.

"Hey, Hunter, are you gonna come with us or what?!" Wrecker shouts, abruptly interrupting your shameless flirting.

"On my way," Hunter replies, without breaking eye contact with you.

His intense gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks at you apologetically and turns to head up to the ramp and onto the Marauder.

As soon as Hunter turns away from you, you realise just how hard your heart is thundering in your chest. His gaze was so intense that it made you forget to breathe properly. So much for the Jedi breathing techniques. It turns out if there is a handsome man with dark eyes flirting with you, they lose all effectiveness. You take a deep breath, filling your burning lungs with oxygen.

When you enter the ship, you are still trembling. As you take a seat next to your Master, you try to ignore his accusatory glare. You feel his eyes burning into your soul as the guilt threatens to overwhelm you, even though nothing too scandalous happened.

As the Marauder enters hyperspace, your Master takes a seat on the cold metallic floor in an isolated area of the ship. Meditating before battle is a ritual he always follows and you immediately join him. It can help you shift your focus back to where it should be – on the mission. Only, you can't focus.

Instead of your mind becoming one with the Force, you're highly attuned to the actions of the members of the squad. It is as though you can see them as if you were standing before them: Tech studying the holo-maps, Crosshair cleaning his sniper rifle, Wrecker taking a nap, and of course, Hunter. He is mindlessly playing with his vibroknife as he slouches on a crate.

You are entranced by the way his fingers move across the handle and the blade. Maker, the movement of his hand and fingers – you can't focus on anything else as he makes the knife masterfully swirl between them. There's something so erotic about the way he plays with it. Your mind wanders to think about his hands roaming on your body, slipping between your thighs, skillfully rubbing your clit. You fantasise about how quickly Hunter would make you come, how hard your orgasm would be as it tore through you, leaving you a trembling wreck.

Your focus then goes to his muscular thighs. Hunter’s legs are spread wide and he looks so effortlessly masculine. The aura of confidence he radiates as he comfortably sits there, taking up the entire crate as he lounges on top of it, gives you even more thoughts that are unbecoming of a Padawan. It makes you almost dizzy with want as you think about how much you want to straddle him and ride him into ecstasy.

“Are you done?” your Master’s cold voice interrupts your filthy train of thought with a brief and concise message through the Force.

He heard your thoughts. Each and every single one. Your Master caught you red-handed. How embarrassing.

You are too mortified to even mumble an apology, through the Force or otherwise. Instead, you sit there wishing you could be anywhere else in the galaxy as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and pull your hood up to hide your flustered face in your cape.

Luckily, before the awkward moment can continue for any longer, Tech announces the imminent jump out of hyperspace. You still cannot bear to make eye contact with your Master, shrinking into your blessedly baggy cape as you begin the descent into the planet’s atmosphere...

The mission was a success – you and your Master worked your magic with the precious support of Clone Force 99. What seemed like a desperate operation, turned out to be an extremely important victory for the Republic. Training with your Master has been so hard, but damn did that pay off. You slayed all your enemies elegantly and effortlessly, just like he taught you. The whole Bad Batch congratulated you two. Wrecker was especially impressed, electing the two of you as his favourite Jedi. What an honour. Hunter also invited you and your Master to celebrate the victory by having a drink all together in a cantina.

Just as you’re about to enter the cantina and join the Bad Batch, your Master calls your name. You stop in your tracks, scared that he might reprimand you for the way you acted today. You begin panicking and thinking back to what happened in guilt…

When you and your Master had taken off your heavy capes before engaging in battle, you noticed Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a skin-tight dark suit, after all.

It was a fact you decided to exploit after Hunter had given his squad their orders for the mission. You walked away swaying your hips, making sure you gave him a great opportunity to look at your ass. You remember how you could feel his eyes glued to it. You could also feel his desire for you. It was impossible for him to hide; it permeated him, radiated from him. Maker, you love making him crumble.

You think back to the way Crosshair rasped, "Hunter, don't lose your focus.” You are certain that is what your Master is about to scold you for.

Instead, you watch in shock as a half smile appears on your Master’s face, something you don't see very often.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you,” he nods.

Since when does your Master pay you compliments like this?

“Th-Thank you,” you stammer, caught off-guard by how unexpected his praise is.

“You fulfilled your duties as a Jedi. Now, go and have your fun.”

You don’t have time to respond before he turns on his heel and walks away, cape billowing in the breeze. You know your Master doesn’t often like to stick around after missions, often needing some quiet time to himself to decompress and meditate. You let him go, knowing that he will find his way back to the Marauder before it departs, as he always does.

As you step into the Cantina, a smile spreads on your face when you notice the Bad Batch sitting at a table with a full flagon of booze and an empty seat for you to toast your success. You and Hunter lock eyes again as he invites you to sit in that spot close to him.

Hunter loses no time in placing his arm around your shoulders while smiling at you. You lean into his embrace, feeling comforted and protected. The warm presence of his arm around you makes you smile contentedly. It feels so good to let the guard down for once, especially if you're in the arms of a handsome, strong and charming man such as Hunter.

As the night goes on, the three other members of The Bad Batch keep conversing with each other, giving you and Hunter the opportunity to speak privately. It’s as though the background noise fades out. You don't even bother focusing on the discourse the others are having. It’s just you and Hunter flirting shamelessly now.

“You know, I've never seen a ship like yours. I wish I had time to properly explore it... Thoroughly," you flirt with him while draining the last few dregs in your flagon.

"Want me to give you a tour, sweetheart?" he says with a smile on his face, perfectly understanding your intentions.

"Would be cool, yeah," you reply.

Hunter offers you his hand and you gladly accept it with a mischievous smile.

Just as you stand, you feel the alcohol has definitely kicked in. You’re not drunk though, just a little bit tipsy, enough to make you brave and go get exactly what you want.

As soon as you and Hunter get out of the cantina and find yourselves alone in the dark alley, you both give into the instincts you tried to suppress all day long. Hunter pins you to the wall as you pull him closer at the same time, until you join in a passionate, longing kiss.

You welcome his tongue in your mouth as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch and the way he kisses you are so confident that you clench around nothing, holding him tighter as you moan in his mouth. Maker, you want him. His whole body jolts when he feels that, pinning you harder against the wall, mentally cursing the armour that is preventing him from feeling the softness of your body against his.

He stops kissing you just so he can look at how stunning you are under the moonlight, hot and flustered after that first, heavy session of making out.

"Look at you. So beautiful," he whispers as he cups your face with his hand, the other one still lingering around your waist. Hunter is treating you like the most precious thing in the galaxy now that he can finally have you all for himself. You lean into his gentle touch as he takes in all the features of your face, especially the way your eyes glimmer with admiration and arousal for him.

You look at his deep, dark and expressive brown eyes and the strong, masculine features of his face that make you throb with need. Your hand caresses his cheek, following the lines of his skeleton tattoo and the contour of his chiseled jaw. He observes you as a sweet smile appears on your face, making you look irresistible and drawing his lips closer to yours once again…

"Hey! Where's Hunter?!" you hear Wrecker shout from inside of the tavern, just as your lips are mere inches apart.

You and Hunter both laugh as you resume the kissing. It's like the whole galaxy stops existing. For a soldier who has seen nothing but war, his kisses are to die for. Your tongues twirl in each other's mouths and it's like his greedy lips can't ever get enough of yours. His mouth is hot like a damn furnace as he takes all the time in the galaxy to worship you with his lips, letting his hands wander throughout your body. You're getting soaked already, feeling your arousal slowly dripping down your legs as a throbbing need pulsates between your thighs. You moan in his mouth as you dig your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss is getting deeper and more passionate as you go on.

Hunter's lips start to trail down to your neck, making you sigh deeply as he covers it in kisses. Your scent drives him wild. He can smell your pheromones, feeling you're unmistakably full of desire. He can't resist and just gives a swift lick from the base of your neck to your ear that makes you sharply stifle a gasp, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair.

"Let's go to the Marauder, shall we?" he rasps in your ear, a voice full of lust that gives you goosebumps.

"Y-yes…" you stutter, feeling light-headed with arousal and being incapable of hiding it.

He offers you his hand as you enter the ship. The two of you cut a clumsy path through the Marauder towards Hunter’s bunk, frequently taking breaks where Hunter desperately pushes you against the cool steel walls of the ship, your arms clinging tight to his shoulders and his face buried in your neck.

"Maker... Take off your armour," you plead as his teeth dig into your delicate skin like a feral beast would do with his prey.

He does, letting each piece fall to the ground as you go on kissing each other, leaving a trail of armour pieces on the floor as you slowly make your way towards his bunk. He looks stunning with just his tight black suit on. You take in the broadness of his shoulders, the way his pectorals stand out, highlighted by the tightness of the suit and grope the strong muscles of his biceps. Oh, fuck. How much do you love a man. Tall, muscular, strong, confident, with dark eyes and a head full of long, wavy hair. A Man.

You moan in his mouth when you feel his thick biceps flexing under your touch. A smile forms on his lips as he feels how much you like this. As his arms wrap around your body, yours go in his hair. Maker, how safe do you feel in his arms. It's such an innate instinct – wanting to be held in the arms of a strong man, surrendering and trusting him, something that usually you would never be permitted to do in your life as a Jedi.

You can feel his erection against your lower belly, straining against his extremely thin black suit. His fingers hook in the hem of your pants, yanking them down over your ass, exposing your drenched cunt as he sits you down in his bunk.

He kneels before you, taking your boots and pants off and spreads your legs, his dark eyes looking into yours as a smirk appears on his face.

"Hunter–" you sigh.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart," he coos as he starts to kiss your inner thigh.

The vision makes you tremble with lust and your hands helplessly clench into fists in a desperate attempt to grab the material under you to keep you steady. Your legs shake but he keeps them steady in his strong arms. He goes on trailing kisses on your inner thighs without ever stopping looking at you. He's taking his time with it, wanting to enjoy the way your whole body is throbbing with need. Your breathing gets more and more shallow as his mouth gets closer to where you want him the most.

You lift your gaze from Hunter’s dark brown eyes, shutting your eyes for a mere fraction of a second, trying to alleviate the aching need you feel. Hunter chooses that moment to finally give you what you need. With a quick lick to your clit, your whole body jerks into his touch and a whimper escapes from your lips.

Hunter smirks up at you, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a smug, satisfied look. Then, he proceeds to bury his face between your legs and masterfully lick your swollen clit. His tongue brings you so much pleasure that your back arches involuntarily, pushing yourself further into his mouth. You moan his name and grab a handful of his long, thick hair. He purrs in your cunt when you entangle your fingers in his hair and you notice how his grip on your legs becomes tighter.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" you exclaim in ecstasy, barely able to form words.

One of his hands releases its grasp on your legs, which he has been using to keep you spread open for him. You throw your head back gasping as he slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside you.

"So tight," he growls with a smirk on his face.

Hunter pumps his fingers inside of you, slowly increasing the rhythm, ensuring that you’re stretched out for him. It is a motion that brings you so much pleasure you wonder how it could possibly get better. Your whole body jerks in pure bliss under his touch. He enjoys looking at you like this, you can see it from how darkened his eyes are with lust.

For a brief second, his fingers and mouth leave your cunt, leaving you devastatingly empty. You watch in awe as Hunter sticks them in his mouth, without breaking eye contact with you. He sucks on his fingers, humming while closing his eyes to savor your taste from places where his tongue can’t reach.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he rasps as he resumes fucking you with his fingers.

He watches you contort under him, moaning and begging for him to return his skillful mouth between your thighs. Your hips thrust up and down right in front of his face. You are shamelessly fucking yourself on his fingers, inviting him to bury his face back in your folds. You desperately bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Damn, you're so beautiful like this," he says before his mouth goes back exactly where you wanted.

Then, Hunter does something absolutely devastating. While he continues licking your clit, he starts sucking it gently, all as he continues pumping his thick fingers inside of you. Hunter wants to draw an orgasm from you, his actions becoming more and more frantic as you grow closer to your climax. He can feel by the irregular way you breathe and shake that you're close.

"Yes. Yes. Like this. Let go, sweetheart," he encourages you.

It's only a matter of seconds before you come, writhing under him. Your legs are wrapped around his head, squishing it. You scream his name so loud it echoes in the Marauder. Hunter is pleased as he looks at your blissed-out expression and feels your cunt clamping around his fingers. Your back arches as you ride your orgasm, pushing yourself further into his tongue so you can feel him licking you through your orgasm. Hunter purrs into your cunt, loving the way you let go around him. He loves how his face is getting soaked in your arousal, so addicted to the way you taste.

Hunter holds you steady as your orgasm fades out. When you regain your senses, you slowly release your grip on his hair. Only then he props himself up and slowly unzips his suit, showing you the beautiful golden skin underneath. A warm contrast under the black, tight layer.

The dark hairs on his chest are perfectly trimmed, accentuating each of his toned muscles and the tattoos which decorate his thick, masculine body. Your gaze is locked on his hand trailing down his abdomen, his muscles rippling as he approaches the hem of his pants.

You shamelessly look at the bulge in his dark suit, a sight that makes your mouth water. Hunter’s lips curve into a smirk once again, noticing that you like what you see. The smug look on his face makes you throb with need once again, despite the fact that he just gave you an intense orgasm.

He hooks his thumb in the hem of his pants, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly pulls the material down to reveal the trimmed, dark hairs around the base of his thick cock.

Hunter notices the intense way you look at it and hears the whimper you just tried to suppress in your throat. He can feel your heart rate going up. It makes him smirk confidently as he goes on, finally freeing his hard, thick cock. You gulp while looking at it, as he uses the same fingers he had buried in you to cover it in your arousal. He gives it a few, firm strokes to ensure it’s nice and wet for you. The mere vision of it makes you bite your lip to muffle another impatient whimper.

Then he is on you, peeling your shirt away from your quivering body, rejoicing when he can finally touch it and worship it with his mouth. Hunter trails kisses across your collarbones and down towards your breasts. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh there, before softly biting your nipples. You gasp when you feel his erection hard against your cunt. He starts to thrust his hips against yours so his cock can rub against your drenched core, getting it soaked in your juices. Your mind turns completely blank at that, heart thundering in your chest as his hands roam across your body.

Hunter aligns himself to your entrance, groaning as his cock slowly makes its way inside of you. You admire his restraint. You know how much he probably wants to take you with one thrust, but instead he is being so gentle and careful with you, making sure that you are well-adjusted to his size.

He takes your jaw in his hand, looking deep inside your eyes as his thick cock stretches you open. You struggle to keep eye contact with him, unlike earlier when you were flirting with him. Now, your eyes only want to roll backwards. The pleasure you feel as he splits you open is overwhelming your body and senses.

You pathetically try to mumble some incoherencies, but he's quick to shut you up with a kiss. Hunter growls low in his throat when he feels your walls desperately clenching around him, as he buries himself into you to the hilt.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good," he rasps, almost desperately before giving you another wet kiss. Then, he raises his hips only to bury his cock deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth.

"How – how can you feel so fucking good?" he whimpers.

Hunter’s large hands gently cup your face, as he continues placing passionate kisses against your lips while thrusting into you. You notice his kisses become more desperate as he slowly increases the rhythm. As Hunter picks up the pace, he buries his face in your neck, panting low in your ear.

You are certain that he can’t go any faster, before he proves you wrong. He increases the pace to a brutal rhythm, fucking you so hard you start screaming.

"So loud,” he rasps, “They're gonna hear us in the Cantina."

"Then make me shut up," you whisper daringly.

A blaze of lust glimmers in his eyes as you lay down that challenge. Something shifts inside of him as he gives you a feral, animalistic look. Hunter quickly covers your mouth with his hand, showing you his more dominant, commanding side which makes you clamp tightly around his cock.

"Oh, you like this," he smirks, satisfied that this is precisely what you wanted all along.

You nod frantically. There is no use hiding how much this turns you on. Despite how much Hunter shows care towards you, you suspect there is something darker which lingers below the surface. You want to draw it out of him.

"What else do you like, hm?" he coos as he wraps his other hand around your throat, lightly choking you, his thumb rubbing your throat possessively.

The sight of you, looking so vulnerable under him as he can finally dominate you makes him frantic with lust. Gone are the measured thrusts and even rhythm of before. Something feral has overtaken Hunter, a desperate need to claim you. He continues silencing your moans with one hand around your throat and one across your mouth, muffling your gasps as he wrecks you with his cock.

Having Hunter's hand muffling your own moans gives you the opportunity to hear his desperate grunts and pants as they mix with the obscene, squelching sound his cock makes each time he thrusts into you. You close your eyes in bliss, enjoying this moment of pure pleasure.

"Can't keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart? Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes," he growls.

You can't help but whimper at that, at how authoritative he sounds. The Sergeant of The Bad Batch is dominating the fuck out of you. You are a moaning, gasping mess beneath him, unable to think about anything other than how good being furiously pounded by him feels.

"I didn't catch that,” Hunter rasps as he slowly lifts his hand from your mouth. He leans down to put his ear against your mouth “What were you saying, sweetheart?"

"L-let me – fuck!” you gasp, too blissed out to form words.

“Use your words,” Hunter commands, slowing his thrusts down so you can finally speak.

“Let me touch you!" you beg, unable to care about how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you can think about is roaming your hands around the warm, firm expanse of his body.

Hunter smirks, intrigued by your request, only too happy to oblige you. He grabs your hand roughly by the wrist and positions it over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing and contracting under your touch as he thrusts into you. His body is as hard as iron and on fire like a damn furnace, burning with lust.

"Maker…" you whisper.

You let your hand trail up to his firm chest. You grope his pectorals, appreciating the firmness of his muscles. Your cunt clenches around his cock at the sight of your hand against his golden skin. A smirk appears on his face, enjoying what he does to you.

Your hand goes up to his broad shoulder, rubbing over it before you move your hand towards his back. You feel how his muscles strain there with each thrust as he continues pounding into you at a relentless pace. Both of your hands are now caressing his back, feeling every single dimple under your fingertips. Just as you try pulling him close, he starts to give it to you even harder. You scratch your fingernails along his back. You watch in awe as Hunter moans in your mouth at that.

"Could–could fucking smell how much you wanted me earlier. You distracted me the whole time. Couldn't think of anything else besides how good you'd look with my cock inside of you,” he rasps in your neck before biting you, growling wildly as he does. “I was so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," Hunter grunts.

He's so feral for you, fucking you so hard. You can't even mumble a response.

"Smell so good – so fucking good–" he whispers in your ear.

"D-don't s–stop," you mumble in your cockdrunk delirium.

"I can't, sweetheart. This cunt's all I ever wanted,” he growls, “Gonna make you mine. Mine."

"Oh, fuck… Yes," you pant as he props himself up, kneeling in front of you without stopping that devastating rhythm for even half a second.

He looks at your body, at the way your boobs bounce with each thrust as he gives it go you even harder, holding on tight to your legs, using them as leverage to bury himself even deeper inside of you. Seeing him like this makes you remember just how badly you wanted to ride his cock earlier.

"Hunter. Hunter. I want to ride you," you whimper.

"Is that an order, Commander?"

"Y–yes. Yes. Order. S–s-sergeant," you mindlessly go on as he keeps thrusting his cock inside of you.

The thought of you bouncing on his cock makes him throb. In an instant, Hunter lifts you in his arms as if you were weightless and makes you straddle him. He sits with his back against the wall of the bunk. His hands are on your waist and you immediately start rocking your hips up and down, giving into your fantasy from earlier.

"Such a good soldier… So good at following orders," you whisper against his lips.

"Yeah… Sometimes," he smirks before gripping your hair and stealing another wet, hot kiss that makes you melt into him even further.

Your head rolls back in pleasure at the way his cock feels from this position. It's devastating, hitting something deep within you. You almost lose yourself in that feeling, but Hunter won’t allow you to. Even though you are on top of him, Hunter is quick to remind you who’s in charge as he takes your jaw in his hand.

"Eyes on me," he orders firmly.

"Yes, Sergeant," you moan.

You swear you feel him throbbing and choke a grunt when he hears the sensual way you pronounce his title. Clearly, using his rank in this context has done something to Hunter. He moves his thumb between your lips and you suck it provocatively, never stopping yourself from meeting his gaze. Hunter’s pupils widen at the sinful way your lips envelop his finger and your tongue gently touches it. His eyes take into your sensual, precious beauty, before bringing you to him and kissing you again.

Your bodies are damp in sweat and rubbing against one another. Your nipples deliciously catch against his hairy, broad chest. You continue moaning into each other's mouths; your tongues never stop touching.

"Hunter, I'm gonna come–" you whimper.

"Hold it for me, sweetheart," he rasps in a sweet, yet dark voice, having the opposite effect from what he intended.

"Please, I want to come on your cock," you plead desperately.

"Not yet," he smirks.

Hunter grabs your hips and guides your movements so that your clit starts to rub against his pelvis. You let out a loud moan as you hold on to him tighter, digging your nails in his shoulders.

"I can't hold it!" you scream with your eyes shut.

He grabs your chin in his hand, clearly uninterested in your desperate appeals.

"Look at me," he says firmly as you open your eyes. Your vision is too blurry to focus on him but you try nonetheless.

"Now come for me, sweetheart," he rasps darkly.

You obey his order and come hard around his cock. An overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure starts at your core and completely takes over your body. You’re wrecked by uncontrollable shakes as Hunter holds you in his strong arms. You scream and pant as you ride your high. Your eyes roll backwards while Hunter focuses on how beautiful you look when you lose control. Especially when he is the one responsible for it.

Hunter feels your heart running in your chest and every single contraction of your muscles around his cock. The unmistakable, heady scent of sex that fills the Marauder drives him insane, making him burst inside of you. He grunts loudly as he fills you up with his load, holding you tight in his grasp.

You moan in each other's mouths, your forehead leaning on his as you look into each other’s eyes. You never leave each other’s gaze as you both give into the highest of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, your rhythm slows down until it stops completely. Your bodies are intertwined like vines, naked and sweaty as you catch breath in each other’s embrace.

You really do make a great team, after all.

Fanarts: Hunter's back + Shirtless Hunter by @mesvi Hello handsome by @corukant Wet Hunter by @iszapizza Hunter under the shower by @shakall Hunter and his vibroknife by @ve-ti-ver Hunter under the shower by @cloned-eyes Hunter taking off his shirt + Tech by @constant-brain-fog Hunter taking a shower by kaijurave (on twitter/x)

#ficrecs #THIS ONE FUCKS TREMENDOUSLY #Hunter Badbatch I am free on thursday if you are free on thursday hunter badbatch

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wanderer-six · 2 months

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i have not been on tumblr in a minute and i come back and I find this on my doorstep like??? why did i ever leave im FERAL abt this!!! my love u never miss!! pls more wrecker badbatch smut directly into my mouth PLEASE

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Pairings: established Wrecker x f!Reader

Content: smut; sex pollen; semi-public making out & getting caught, actual sex happens behind closed doors; p in v, no protection, oral (f receiving), fingering, pillow talk

Notes: this was mostly written like a full year ago during season 2 + I was inspired by these fics by @moodymisty & @boozeandbaddecisions

If there's one sound you love in the universe above all else, it's the sound of Wrecker's laugh, the one that comes from the depths of his belly and makes him throw his head back and his shoulders shake. The sound of the Marauder's engines soaring overhead is a very close second, though. By the time you guesstimate that the ship's docked and the crew is unloading, you're already out the door and rushing for the downtown hub as fast as you can go.

Your comm starts chirping about halfway there.

"Yeah?"

"Guess who's back?" Wrecker's deep, rumbling voice runs right through you and you can't help the shiver that starts between your shoulders. Maker, you missed him.

But you're grinning into your comm when you reply. "Is it my favorite person in the great big galaxy?"

"Ha! Ya got that right!"

"Tell Omega I said hi, then."

You can almost picture his expression - mouth agape, shocked, maybe just a tiny bit offended, but tickled all the same as you can tell when he starts chuckling. You're almost at Cid's by now and your heart is working triple time. You keep switching between speed walking, jogging, and borderline skipping, you're so excited to see him, but the result has you struggling to breathe with any sense of normalcy and it's obvious when you speak.

"Why're ya so outta breath?" he asks and you're not sure if you're making up the sudden gravelly weight to his voice or not. Surely he's always sounded that rich and deep? "Excited ta see me?"

He still gives you flutterbys, even after all these months of dating. He still makes your tummy feel all fuzzy and your heart out of rhythm and your brain so happy that you want to shout it from the rooftops.

"Maybe just a little," you huff. "I'm almost there. Where are you?"

The comm crackles and goes silent. You turn the corner and start down the alleyway to Cid's when the door hisses open and Wrecker steps outside. He has to duck under the lip of the doorjam to avoid hitting his head and it's silly, but it makes you feel all bubbly inside. It's somewhere between endearing and attractive that he's just that big. His shoulder armor makes him look even wider than he really is. The way it catches the light, the way he stands there, big and broad and handsome and yours.

His smile goes a little crooked and his good eye, you swear it looks darker than usual when he watches you. "Right here, babe."

Yeah, you got it bad.

You practically launch yourself into his waiting, open arms, throwing your own around his neck and nuzzling into the side of his neck as much as you can with his armor in the way. Wrecker sweeps you off your feet like it's nothing, but instead of twirling the pair of you around like he always does, he rests one hand across the expanse of your back and uses the other to guide your thigh up around his hip. It's the kind of intimacy he usually saves for behind closed doors, but you'd be a fool to question it. All that matters right now is him.

"I missed you," you murmur against his skin. "So much."

Electricity shoots up your spine as you find your other leg being slowly guided to wrap around his waist. His hands are roaming, pressing, kneading, searching for something that makes the flutter-bys in your stomach go haywire all over again.

"Wreck-"

A big, wet kiss lands right on your lips, but it's warm, sloppy, urgent, a far cry from the usual chaste kisses he gifts you in public. Things start adding up in the back of your mind as a hand settles under your rear to properly support you and the other curves around the nape of your neck. His tongue laves out across yours, licks along the rim of your mouth, all while he grumbles and grunts and sighs so hot and heavy into you that it leaves you feeling dizzy.

"Missed you more," he says with his forehead pressed to yours.

You nod dumbly. "I... I see that."

"Been waitin' ta touch ya all day." Wrecker's hands are careful and disciplined. He knows exactly how to use them for delicate matters, both on and off the battlefield. So when he presses his fingers into your hips and drops you down so your crotch rubs against his, digs you into his codpiece, you know it's on purpose. "Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout ya."

Fuck, he wants you that bad? The alley sort of spins around you.

Your breath comes stuttering out of you when your hips are guided against his again. "Wreck." His mouth is leaving cool, wet trails up and down your neck. "Fuck, babe, we should get a room."

He shakes his head. "Can't wait."

Teeth graze over your pulse point and the hand on your ass squeezes, and suddenly you feel your back pressed against something hard, then your head. Then Wrecker's hand shoots out to brace himself against that hard something as his hips rock into you and you realize that he's pinned you against the alley wall.

"You're so pretty," he whispers. "You gonna let me touch ya?"

You're on the verge of snapping. You're a hairsbreadth away from throwing caution to the wind and saying 'yes', begging him to fuck you against the wall of Cid's bar until you can't even remember how to speak, because the fact that he's so desperate for you has your brain short-circuiting.

Your eyes flutter open and closed a couple times when a particularly strong wave of arousal washes over you. "Right here?" You can barely get the words out. "People might see-"

He growls, thrusts hard enough to painfully dig your hips against the wall, but your startled yelp gets swallowed by the hazy look in his eye and the smoky "Let 'em" that burns in his throat.

Some desperate variation of "please for the Maker's sake, just fuck me already" is on the tip of your tongue when the bar door opens. Wrecker doesn't even look away, too busy staring at you all slack jawed to care, but you do. And your stomach drops in the worst possible way because the entire batch is standing there. Tech is readjusting his goggles as he assesses the situation. He seems both surprised and unbothered. Echo's head has fallen into his hand where he's rubbing at his temples. Hunter, though, looks horrified, absolutely frozen in terror.

You smack Wrecker's chest, push him back as he moves to grind on you again, but he's not listening. And that's not like him at all.

"Wrecker, stop!"

That does the trick. He blinks and frowns and finally pulls away a bit. "What?"

You can't stop staring at Hunter and he can't stop staring at you. He looks like he's about ready to drop. And then, somehow, it gets worse.

Omega looks up at her brother, brow all furrowed and her finger tapping at her mouth. "Um, what's Wrecker and Auntie-"

"Nothing." You've never heard Hunter squeak before. He's also never looked at you or Wrecker like he wants to seriously maim you, so it's all kind of new territory. "They were... hugging."

Your legs drop from around Wrecker's waist and he moves to stand slightly behind you as you both turn to face the group. He's looking everywhere but at them, scratching at his face and his neck and shifting from foot to the other, and you really wish that the ground would just open up and swallow you whole because this is truly the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

Omega wrinkles her nose. "I've never seen a hug like that before."

Tech raises a finger just before he opens his mouth and you've never wanted to hit someone more than you do right now. "That is because-"

"Because nothing," Echo snaps, acting as if he didn't just smack his brother in the gut to keep him from finishing his sentence. "They were just heading back to your aunt's flat. Weren't they?"

When you nod affirmatively, you almost hurt yourself with how much force is behind it. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, c'mon, Wreck." The big guy barely moves when you grab at his arm and try to lead him away. "We'll see you later. Probably. Just. Um, yeah. My place. Let's go."

The next few minutes are a bit of a blur as you try to urge Wrecker to follow you out of the alley and onto the main street. You can feel the batch's eyes on you as you go, you can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips, and you can feel Wrecker become more and more withdrawn with each passing second. Even after Cid's place is far behind you, he remains silent with his head bowed and his face crumpled.

Something's off. He always listens to you when you're intimate, he's always so aware of your comfort and pleasure, always asking before doing, so the fact that you could barely snap him out of it at the bar is strange. On its own, you might think that he's just in a funk or maybe really in his head, but then you think about how he touched you before you got caught. He would have taken you in that alley in a heartbeat and apart from his brothers, he probably wouldn't have even cared who saw. And you don't fully know why, but there's a feeling caught behind your sternum that tells you he's not himself right now. Somehow...

"Wreck?" He's not looking at you when you finally find the courage to toss a glance his way. The line of his jaw has gone more rigid than normal and his shoulders and arms are more tense than you've ever seen them. "Hun? What is it?"

He doesn't answer. Your stomach starts to sink.

"Wrecker?"

He grunts this time, but nothing else.

Your hand shoots out and pulls on his arm hard enough to make his entire torso jolt. "Talk to me," you start, but you barely get the sentence out before he's stalking forward. He's basically ignoring you now. "Wrecker. Wrecker!" You actually have to jog to catch up with him. "What the hell? What are you doing?"

His response is pushed out through gritted teeth. "Goin' back ta your place." It's only now that you see his hands have balled into trembling fists.

Something is very, very not right, you're sure of it now.

"Baby, please, talk to me. What's wrong? Is it because of the boys? I promise they're not actually angry with us, I think we just startled them. And... Omega will be okay. I don't think she actually saw an-"

The air goes cold when Wrecker suddenly turns and steps into you, crowding into you so you have to crane your head back as far as it'll go to see him properly. "Don't talk 'bout my vode right now." The vein in his jaw is ticking. "I don't... don't wanna think 'bout them right now."

"Why?"

There's a moment of calm where the wind sighs between the nearby buildings and the sun shines soft, warm light on the crown of your head, and then the world is tilting upside down and your head is spinning and you can't quite figure out how you got yourself flung over Wrecker's shoulder like a sack of summer tubers.

His name comes giggling out of you, half startled, half flustered. Then his hand drifts up the back of your thigh and rubs a very conspicuous pattern into the swell of your ass.

"Gonna finish what I started in that alley," he growls.

There's something about the fact that you seem to weigh nothing to him, how easily he manhandled you over his shoulder that has your stomach twisting into knots. Whatever's gotten into him has apparently rewired his brain so all he's thinking about is sex. It shouldn't be as hot as it is. It should be a little concerning. You should be questioning him more than you are, trying to figure out if he's okay, but... then you think about how he cornered you at the bar and dragged his codpiece against you and your head is reeling all over again. Fuck, you want him so bad. You want him to finish what he started. And every jostle of his shoulder armor into your lower stomach is only spurring you on.

By the time you reach your flat, your body's gone hot. It's not enough that you feel feverish, but you definitely want out of your clothes as soon as possible. For more reasons than one.

The main door chimes open, then you're getting hauled up the stairs, elevator be damned. Your keypad beeps a couple times when Wreck enters in the wrong code, but he figures it out a moment later. The world ducks down as he passes under the frame.

You start to open your mouth. 'My room,' you want to say. 'Want you so bad. Take your amor off. Touch me.' You never quite get the chance.

Instead of heading for your room, he pivots toward the dinner table and starts swiping things off. Your data pad thunks on the floor, papers and pens are everywhere, something fragile makes a cracking sound, and then you're flopping down hard onto the wood.

"Wrecker!" you yelp. The base of your skull is starting to throb a bit. And as you gaze up at him, limbs akimbo and body too hot, he starts ripping off his codpiece. "What's gotten into you?"

His hands go to your thighs and spread you open as far as you'll go. " 's all I can think about," he grunts as he starts tearing at your bottoms. "Wanna feel ya, bury myself in your pretty little cunt."

Oh, fucking Maker, if he keeps talking like that, you're gonna make a mess. Your eyes are already rolling back as it is.

"Don't know why I want ya so bad. 's like I'll die if I can't have ya."

He fists two halves of your bottoms and pulls, and your clothes rip right down the middle. His name comes shrieking out of you again as he does the same to your underthings. You're trying to scold him for ruining some of your nicest things when his thumb runs over your clit, shooting sparks and white hot pleasure through every nerve in your body, and then it slips inside you and you swear you ascend to another reality for the briefest of moments.

There's a glint to his eye now that you've never seen before, like he's lost whatever patient, careful part of him that usually keeps him in check. Right now he looks like he's going to devour you. His face is all hard lines and furrowed brows and pure hunger.

Your clothes are still half hanging off your knees when he dips down tongue first and takes a taste of you. You don't scream, but Maker help you, if he keeps doing what he's doing, you might actually have to.

Wrecker's always been clever with his hands. And his tongue. He's always known how to make a mess of you, how to use his desire for everything you might possibly give him and turn it into an act of devotion between your legs, but this? This is different. This is beyond desperate, beyond devotion. This is pure and honest lust of the kind you've never seen him act on. Is it bad it just makes you wetter for him?

He moves suddenly and his hand shifts so he's hitting you from a different angle, and the entire universe blinks out of existence for a single moment stretched out for an eternity. Your throat pricks painfully and your eyes squeeze shut as you realize you're the one screaming, the one coming all over the table, all over his face.

You're still trembling, still haven't even recovered or finished when he retreats and starts tugging the waistband of his blacks down. He doesn't stop to whisper sweet nothings, he doesn't pause to offer you a taste of yourself. Instead, he spreads your thighs again, hands splayed out across the backs of your knees, and quickly slicks himself with your arousal before finally pushing into you with that same desperate, hungry expression. In a daze, you reach down to spread your lips a bit for him and suddenly he's fully sheathed in your heat, his head knocking so deep and hard against that fucking spot that you almost come a second time.

Maybe you do, you're not entirely sure. All you can tell is that your body is shaking and he feels so, so good, you never want him to stop, you never want to be apart from him, you only need his cock, his hands, his mouth, any part of you he's willing to give and you'll take it all.

He's looming over you now, teeth bared and rutting into you as if his life depends on it. The edges of his armor dig into your thighs and somehow that makes it all even more erotic, knowing that he couldn't wait to be inside you, knowing that his armor is going to smell like you, that this big fucking hunk of a man has chosen you, wants you above anyone else.

"Say my name," he begs as your thighs shake around him. "Gotta... gotta hear you."

You can't breathe, can't think. Everything is hot and wet and rough. The world could be crumbling around you and all you would know is the pleasure of his cock stretching you open and the vulgar squelching of your cunt as he hits home again and again.

Your voice is wrecked. You can barely get his name out between your whimpers and moans and half-swallowed shrieks.

Wrecker puts a hand on your collarbone, his fingers stretching from the hollow of your throat to the back of your shoulder. His eyes are barely open. "Again."

You're fucking close.

"Wrecker."

His grimace turns into a smile into a shudder and the hand at your collarbone shifts, grips the curve of your shoulder and pushes you down onto him. "My... my girl," he pants. "All mine... That's it, that's... fuck."

Electricity goes sparking up your spine as he starts bucking his hips faster, harder. His words fade away until they're nonsensical, punctuated with stuttered swears and guttural moans of your name, of "please" and "yeah" and "almost".

And he tears another rush of pleasure from you, makes you keen and cry and beg for more until words lose their meaning and the only thing you can feel, the only thing you can think about, is him, inside you, on top of you, panting and rutting and taking everything he desires, over and over again.

The sun has long since set and the moon risen high above Ord Mantell when you finally get the answer to your unspoken question. (You were, after all, a little too busy being fucked within an inch of your life to ask it.) Wreck's comm chirps and then Tech's voice flares to life in the quiet of your bedroom.

"I believe you may have been doused with the pollen of a particularly volatile plant on our last mission. Have you experienced any-"

"Aw, Tech, who cares? I'm fine."

Your elbow nudges against his ribs. "Let him talk," you chide. "I want to hear."

The rolling of his eyes isn't visible, but you can practically hear it. He relents, though. For you. One of his arms falls snugly around your shoulders so he can pull you closer. "Alright, fine. G'head."

A kiss is pressed to your temple.

"Thank you. As I was saying, based on your earlier behavior at Cid's, I believe you may be experiencing other side effects. Is your libido heightened?"

Wrecker complains so loudly that you fear he'll wake the whole city. But he's not the only one. You can just make out the sound of either Hunter's frantic, "Really? In front of the kid?", which only serves to send you into a fit of giggles. Poor Omega.

Sex pollen. That's the diagnosis Tech finally settles on, and it makes sense, really. It does. But it's also kriffing hilarious.

"You should get high off sex pollen more often," you tell your lover as he leans down to kiss you again.

He grunts in a noncommittal sort of way. "I dunno." He shakes his head. "I could've hurt ya."

And that, more than anything, makes your heart completely melt. Through the darkened expanse of your room, your hand finds his cheek and pulls to keep him close. "Is that what you're worried about?"

"Yeah," he replies, and it's a soft and tender thing.

"You could never. I know you. I trust you. And..." You swallow a little nervously, suddenly shy in the face of your honesty. "I liked it. Feeling like, like you had to have me or you'd just kinda lose it? It was hot."

It's clear the admission takes him by surprise, but you're at a serious disadvantage - without any light to study him by, you can't read his expression and see how he really feels.

"I mean, I was mostly kidding about the pollen thing," you admit when the room stays silent for a beat too long. "I always think you're hot, hun. I love sex with you. I didn't mean that I don't, I just. You kept making me come and kept touching me, and it was so..." All of that is true, but it feels like the wrong thing to say. Suddenly, finding your voice feels like the hardest thing in the world. "You didn't hurt me, Wreck. You made me feel like the most important, most desirable woman alive. You made me feel things I didn't even know I could feel. I don't even know how many times I came, but it was good. I... I hope you don't regret it."

You almost wonder if he does, if he wishes he'd never cornered you in that alley. But then... A hand reaches for yours, his thumb rubs circles into the meat of your palm, and you feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

"You're sure?"

"I promise."

The pillow rustles under the weight of his head. "I... I did like it. Seein' ya all fucked out."

It's embarrassing how immediately your body reacts to him. He's hardly touching you and you've already been fucked senseless, but still your stomach is flaring to life with arousal at this one simple admission.

"Yeah?"

You ask it as innocently as possible, but Wrecker's smart. He knows you. Probably too well, at this point.

"Heh. Yeah, I did." The pillow rustles again, then the sheets, and then he's kissing you, lazy and clumsy and sweet. "Wouldn't mind seein' ya like that again."

Arms brace around his neck and broad, strong hands find the dips in your waist, and another dozen kisses are shared. Then another dozen. And another.

The pollen seems to have worked its way out of his system, but that doesn't mean his appetite is fully sated. That doesn't happen until the wee hours of the morning, long after he's pried every ounce of your pleasure from you, left you lingering on his tongue like a delicacy only he can afford.

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