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Hunted

summary: hunter x reader oneshot

NSFW 18+

<2400 words

content/warnings: chasing, consensual explicit sex, oral sex, p in v sex, biting, knife play, blood

“Run.” He whispered to me.

I immediately took off, leaving the safety of The Maurader behind for the dense jungles of Kashyyyk. Wanting to get the most out of the small headstart that Hunter so graciously gifted me, I wove through the thick trees and grazed my hands on the soft moss of the lush forest to conceal my tracks and attempt to mislead him before heading off in the opposite direction. His heightened senses gave him the advantage over me, but I only had to escape capture for half an hour to win.

I continued my way through the forest, at this point completely lost and just trying to run until I won our game. The foliage from the wroshyr trees began to block the sunlight, limiting my vision. My heart raced at every crunch of leaves and rustle of branches that I heard. Just thinking about what would happen if Hunter caught me made my stomach twist in excitement and my panties dampen. Fuck, I needed to get a grip on myself. I had my pride and large ego on the line. The rules of the game were that if he could catch me and tie me up before the time ran out, then he could do whatever he wanted to me. However, if I won, then I got to fuck Crosshair while he watched, and Hunter did not like to share.

I knew that I couldn't hide from Hunter, so I just kept running as quietly as I could manage, trying to keep a large enough distance from him to win the game. At some point, I tripped over a loose tree root and stumbled to my knees, scraping up my uncovered arms and the side of my face. I stood up, hunched over and panting to catch my breath so that I could resume my escape. Suddenly, I heard a quiet crunch of dead grass in front of me. Feeling like the prey of a starving predator, I silently and slowly stepped backwards, trying to get some space so that I could run. Moving back, I ran my hands through the foliage surrounding me, searching for a makeshift weapon since I was unarmed. I leaned back against one of the tall trees and grabbed a large stick to defend myself with, feeling the rough bark of the wroshyr on my back. Realization and understanding hit me like a brick, and I finally noticed that the tree was smooth instead of coarse. My heart raced as I realized what was happening, and I dropped the stick, reaching both of my arms back behind my head to grab the neck of the figure behind me with all of my strength, eventually hurling him over my body as I quickly bent over.

I watched for a split second as Hunter fell to the lush forest floor, and then immediately turned the opposite direction, running as fast as I could. However, I didn't get very far. His gloved hand wrapped around my ankle, causing me to trip and fall to the ground in front of him. I flipped over, twisting my leg out of his grasp before kicking him in his helmet. I swear, even through his masked face, I could see his eyes darken with desire as his prey fought back. Finally free from his grip, I ran as fast as I could, through bushes and anything that could possibly slow his larger body down.

I needed to come up with a new escape plan, and a thought sprang into my mind when I spotted a low hanging branch off to my left. I veered over to the tree it was attached to, and leapt through the air, my hands scraping as they fought for purchase on the jagged limb. Once my hands were secure, I swung to the side, using my momentum to wrap my legs around the arm of the tree so that I could pull myself up. A grin split my face as I excitedly understood that I now had a real chance against him. Unfortunately, that smile disappeared as quickly as it showed up once I felt something latch onto my draped ankle. A swift tug brought me back down to the ground where I started, and desire mixed with fear when I looked up to see Hunter standing over me.

The game wasn't over yet. I turned onto my stomach, attempting to crawl away from him before he yanked me back towards him, using his hands to pin down my arms above my head. I writhed between his legs as he grabbed a black cord from his waist belt to tie my wrists together, fighting while I still had the chance. Suddenly, I stilled, seemingly content to watch him gaze at me, trapped underneath him.

“Good girl. I knew you’d come around.” He praised, taking off his helmet with his free hand. Using the distraction, I used my leftover strength to spread my arms apart from each other, forcing him to lose his grip on one of them. I grabbed the cord with my now liberated hand, and threw it as far as I could into the jungle so that he would have to retrieve it before winning the game.

��Not so fast, Cyar’ika.” He growled, once again grasping my wrists in his hands, this time more tightly. I watched as he reached up to his forehead and pulled off his red bandana, his tousled hair falling in front of his face. My heart plummeted as I became aware of what his plan was. I struggled against him, but was ultimately no match for his overpowering strength. The soft cloth of the bandana wrapped around my wrists and I finally accepted defeat.

“You win, Hunter.” I said.

“I know.” He replied.

I stayed utterly still while I watched his predatory gaze rove over my heaving chest, still panting from our fight. He reached to his left forearm to retrieve the sheathed vibroblade, his movements purposely slow and steady, prolonging his reward. My mouth was suddenly dry with anticipation, and I licked my lips, the action drawing his attention to my face. He leaned over me from his position over my waist and lightly dragged the tip of his knife down my sternum, splitting my thin top into two. My breasts spilled out of the torn fabric, my nipples instantly puckering with the cool Kashyyyk breeze now caressing them.

He bent his head down and I watched as he dragged his tongue up from my navel through the valley between my breasts, licking up the light trail of blood that spilled from the touch of his knife. I shivered again, his mouth going to my now hardened nipples that were begging for his touch. He traced a circle with his tongue around one before moving to give attention to the other, lightly nipping it. The mixture of pleasure and pain made a small groan escape my lips, and Hunter smirked against my skin in amusement. I moved my bound arms to try and touch him, but he pushed them back down to their position above my head, once again rendering me immobile.

Wrapping his hand protectively around the back of my neck, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me like he had been starved for an eternity. His kisses were possessive and claiming, letting me know that I was forever his. He swept his tongue across my teeth, and sucked on my bottom lip, teeth biting into the pink flesh. Once he released me, I was gasping for breath and yearning for more. He shifted his body so that he was over my cargo pants, hands undoing the buckle on my belt torturously slowly. I tried to shift my hips to grind against his hand, desperate for any kind of friction to ease the heat between my legs.

“I'm in charge, remember?” He taunted, not allowing me to get any relief from him. He slipped my pants off of my legs, and grabbed his knife again, slicing off my drenched panties. I felt exposed, letting him see all of me in the light, and I crossed my ankles over each other, attempting to cover up. A dark look crossed his face, and he spread my legs apart as far as they could go, baring me to the vacant jungle. I started to protest, but before I could get a word out, he had shoved his face in between my legs, inhaling me like I was his only source of oxygen in the vacuum of space.

“You smell so good,” he groaned, shifting his weight to remove his armor. “I could smell you thinking about me while I hunted you.” My face reddened with the embarrassment of him knowing that just thinking about him could have such a strong effect on me.

Once his armor was removed, he stood and watched as I looked up at his muscular form, watching him take off his blacks. The skeletal tattoo on the side of his face continued down his entire body, the dark ink highlighting his toned body and strong limbs. Once we were both naked, I felt less self conscious, and spread my legs again, welcoming him in need.

“Greedy little thing, aren't you?” He murmured, lowering himself to the ground without looking away from me. He situated his face between my thighs once again, kissing the inside of my legs before licking a long line from my entrance to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, needing more to satisfy the heat blossoming inside of me.

“More.” I commanded, hoping that he would take pity on me and bring me to my orgasm, but he just huffed out a laugh and continued his slow, languid strokes of his tongue. I began to whine in desperation, but as soon as the smallest sound left my mouth, he shoved his tongue inside me, reaching places I didn't even think were possible with his mouth. Crying out from the sudden stimulation, I began to grind my hips against his face like an animal in heat, but he quickly shoved my pelvis back to the plush forest floor, pinning me down so that I was completely under his control. He removed his face from between my legs and replaced where his tongue was with his fingers. Fuck, they were so long. He brought his lips to my face and kissed me again. Our tongues tangled in each other's mouths, and the taste of me on his lips almost made me cum alone. He curled his fingers inside of me, reaching that place that I could never achieve by myself, and whispered into my ear “I could do this for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.” The rasp of need in his voice sent me over the edge, and I felt my orgasm rip through me, the evidence of my climax dripping all over his hand.

Without breaking eye contact, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, letting out a small groan of content. I could already feel myself getting wet again just from watching him do that. He clearly sensed this too, and smiled as he adjusted himself between my hips, lining up with my soaked entrance.

“Don't worry sweetheart, we're not done yet.” As soon as the words passed his lips, he drove himself inside of me, making my eyes roll back in pleasure. Using one hand to hold my hips in place as he rhythmically pounded me, he leaned over and kissed along the side of my neck, occasionally sucking and biting at the soft skin there. He watched with pure lust in his eyes as my tits bounced up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts, my body completely surrendered to him. I whimpered happily, loving how deep he was inside of me, completely filling me up. I cried out again as he brought me to another orgasm, all of the stimulation overwhelming me.

My hands still bound over my head, I was almost completely limp when he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach, arranging my body so that my knees and chest were pressed to the ground while my ass was up in the air. “We're still not done, Cyar’ika,” he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

This time, when he entered me he took his time, allowing me to feel every stroke from his impressive length. His hands ran over my back, kneading my ass before moving to gently stroke my face. My cheeks were streaked with tears from utter bliss, and he wiped them off with his thumb before licking them away. He continued his slow, deep thrusts, eventually wrapping an arm around my lower torso and moving us so that I was sitting on his lap, my back against his broad chest. Moving me with ease, he used one hand to hold my waist and help me ride him, and used the other to tilt my chin up towards him so that he could kiss me deeply. Unlike before, this kiss wasn't demanding and desperate, it was passionate and loving. I nearly melted from the realization, and I fell in love with him all over again, my heart fluttering. He eventually moved his hand from my waist to between my legs, and circled my clit gently with his fingers while I shivered in anticipation. Picking up the pace, he pushed into me faster and faster until we both climaxed together, our fluids mixing inside of me and slowly dripping out.

Laying on his back, he picked me up and rearranged me so that I was laying on his warm chest, stroking my hair until I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

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