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spectrs · 2 years ago

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Okay so Miguel comes back to the spider-society after a mission and he’s like aggravated because you know how no one listens to him or annoys him so he’s basically like that and you come in and you basically tease him about the mission and he gets more annoyed and he’s says “please leave me alone” or some shit like that then you leave the room for a second and he sits on the bed with his face in his hands and then you come in with a stripper outfit and he looks up and sees you and he shakes his head and tries to leave the room but you stop him and your pushing him backwards towards the bed and he’s like “I don’t have time for this” and you just ignore what he says and when falls on the bed and you climb over him, he mumbles something in Spanish and then he just rolls his eyes and you guys…yeah

ANON THIS IS PERFECT OH MY GOD. this scenario is fucking living in my head now and it won't leave, so naturally i had to write for it. thank you sm for this request <33

(NOTE: I CANNOT SPEAK FLUENT SPANISH YET, EVERYTHING THAT'S IN SPANISH WAS TRANSLATED USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

WARNINGS - rough play, slight choking, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (this is just fucking filthy so minors DNI)

WORD COUNT - 2.2k

You knew immediately he was pissed off. Just watching the way he walked through the door of your apartment and slammed it made it obvious. His expression was molded into a scowl, and he didn't bother acknowledging you before he walked to the liquor cabinet and pulled out the first bottle he saw.

He took a swig from the bottle and sat down at the kitchen counter, letting one hand rub at his temple while the other held the bottle with a vice-like grip. You stood up from your position on the couch and walked over, observing his demeanor closer. You had a feeling about what he was so mad about, but you still wanted to make sure.

"Miguel?"

He looked up at the sound of your voice, his scowl softening the slightest bit.

"What?"

"What happened today?"

A scoff left his mouth, as if he thought the answer to your question was obvious. You were a bit offended at the action, but ignored it until he gave you a better one.

"What do you think? No one listens to me, and they just had to fuck up the mission I assigned them to."

A slight smirk crept up onto your face; you were right. This was such a common occurrence, for him to come home all pissed off because of what would constantly happen at the Spider Society. If you were being honest, it started to turn you on, and you desperately waited for him to take his anger out on you. Of course, he didn't know because if he did, his cum would constantly be dripping from you.

"Awh, are you hurt because there's finally something you can't control? How sad."

His eyes widened with shock, but they quickly went back to normal as he glared at you.

"You too? Great."

All you did was let the smirk take over your expression completely before grabbing the bottle from his hand and taking a long drink.

He quickly grabbed it back and pushed away from the counter, stalking past you and into your shared room.

"I don't have the time for this."

With a final mutter in Spanish, he slammed the door behind him. You stood in your spot, still leaning against the counter with the strong essence of the liquor burning your mouth. You quickly pushed yourself off the surface and dashed to the bathroom, discarding your sweats and t-shirt. All that was left on your body was a gift Miguel had insisted on buying for you. You didn't get the chance to use it yet, much to your dismay, but if anything you knew this was the perfect time.

Miguel let out a sigh as he held his head in his hands. God, he at least hoped you would understand and help him out, but of course it couldn't have been that easy for him. He grabbed the bottle again, tilting his head back to drink the bitter liquid once again.

"I know how much alcohol you can tolerate, but I still wouldn't recommend drinking the whole bottle."

He almost scoffed at the sound of your voice and looked up to expect you standing there with another quip about how annoyed he was. Instead, his breath caught in his throat to see you standing only a few feet away, that damned lingerie set framing your perfect body.

"What are you doing, querida?" His voice was low as his gaze roamed over your body, the damp patch on your lacy underwear so fucking obvious once he saw it.

"Well, you bought this for me to wear, right? Why should I let it go to waste?"

Another mutter under his breath. It was too quiet for you to understand it clearly, but you knew it was something in Spanish. You slowly walked closer, stopping right in front of him. Your hands found his face, fingers skimming across his rough skin. The gesture brought his eyes to yours, and you were surprised to find them so dark.

Your face dropped a bit as he pushed you away, standing up and moving towards the door. "I told you, I don't have the patience for this right now."

Ignoring his request, your hands pushed against his body, watching him fall back onto the bed. He gave you an incredulous look, but it didn't mask the glint of hunger in his eyes. You slowly moved forward, letting him crawl back to sit up against the wall as you climbed on top of him.

You let out a gasp as he suddenly gripped your wrist, quickly grabbing the other to pin them behind your back. One hand gripped onto your wrists tightly as the other tugged your body onto his lap.

"Your goal is to get me riled up, isn't it? You like it when I'm pissed off, don't you?"

His mouth was right next to the side of your head now, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. His large hand let go of your wrists and joined the other on your hips, holding you down on his lap.

"I'm surprised it took you so goddamn long to realize." Your voice lowered to a whisper as his face got closer to yours, your lips inches apart. "Now are you gonna do something about it?"

He groaned as you gently dragged your hips across his lap, and a low luagh left his lips.

"Dios mío, cariño, vas a ser mi muerte."

That was the last sentence before his lips crashed against yours. The sheer force of it made you whine, and he nipped your bottom lip before letting his mouth graze your jaw and neck. Your hands found solace in his dark curls, tugging a bit as he teased your skin with littered kisses and bites. His teeth found your collarbone, and you felt the fangs scrape against you before they pierced your skin.

A wanton moan escaped your mouth as you harshly tugged his hair, and his lips gently kissed the bleeding mark. When you felt a small drop of blood rush down your burning skin, his tongue just licked it away.

His hands left your hips, instead sneaking around your back to unclip the bra and throw it behind you. The moment he had access to your breasts, he wrapped his mouth around one of them and let his large hand take the other. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as you let out a groan, feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple.

He let out a dark chuckle, his mouth finding yours again in a bruising kiss. One of his hands found your hip again, while the other traveled lower to graze against the damp patch on the lacy panties. You subconsciously bucked into his hand, craving to feel more of him.

His hand pushed past the fabric to brush against your swollen clit, and he chuckled as you mewled in response. You went to grab his hand and urge him to move more, but he stopped you and grabbed your chin instead.

"Did you really think I'd help you? You know what happens when you tease, querida. Get on your knees."

You gave him a pleading look, the heat between your legs growing to be unbearable. All he did was give you a cruel smile and wait patiently for you to move off the bed. You did, sliding off the edge and sinking to your knees in front of him. He sat himself at the edge of the bed before teasingly pulling out his leaking cock. You started salivating the moment you saw the precum leaking from the tip, and you reached out to carefully stroke him. His head leaned back ever so slightly as he eyed you, silently urging you to continue.

Your hand couldn't fit all the way around him (a fact that still managed to surprise you), but you still spit into your palm and wrapped it around his cock, watching how his chest started to rise more erratically. You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss at the tip before taking him in your mouth.

Your lips moved up and down, your tongue sliding against the skin. His hands were gripping the sheets and quiet groans were slipping past his lips. His eyes, however, stayed glued to you, watching your every move like a hawk. You slowed down a bit, letting your cheeks hollow to take more of him, but a hand suddenly gripped your hair. You felt Miguel move his cock out of your mouth, letting the tip dangle in front of you before slamming himself back into you.

You gagged around him, his hips setting a relentless pace as he brutally fucked your mouth. Your hands gripped his thighs so hard you could feel him shaking from the pressure surely building up inside him.

"You don't get to tease anymore. Good girls get to do what they want, but not you. You fucking take it like the brat you are."

Every couple of words was punctuated by a groan from him, but you could barely hear him over the sound of your own moans. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, punish you for acting like a spoiled little brat. At this point your panties must've been soaking wet from how much this was turning you on.

His grip on your hair tightened the slightest, only giving you a second's warning before he came with a moan, a hot spurt of cum shooting into your mouth. His breathing was ragged and his face was flushed, but his eyes still remained focused on you as he pulled himself out of your mouth. You quickly swallowed his cum, keeping your gaze locked into his.

He grabbed your arm, tugging you onto your feet and pushing you onto the bed. Your back hit the mattress and you looked up as his body loomed over yours, large hands pushing your legs apart to see the mess he created. He chuckled a bit, letting his hand shove the flimsy fabric aside and run a finger through your folds.

"All this because I fucked your mouth like the little brat you are? I can't say I'm surprised, querida."

You just stared at him, wanting more, so much more, from him. His hand left your cunt and both gripped your hips, turning you onto your stomach. On instinct, you got on your hands and knees, eliciting another low laugh from him as you purposely stuck your ass out at him.

"Needy, are we?"

You nodded immediately, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable. Instead, that earned you a harsh smack to each ass cheek, a jolt of pain spreading through your body.

One hand held your hip tightly, pulling your ass flush against his waist. The other reached in between your bodies to grab his already hard cock, gently teasing your folds. You careened into him, a small moan slipping past your lips.

"I'm going to fuck you, and you're not going to complain. You're going to take what I give you like the good girl I know you are. If you do, then I'll let you come. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," you said breathlessly.

A moment of stillness, then he slammed into you with no warning. You moaned loudly as he quickly bottomed out, then pulled out and slammed back in just as fast. His pace was fucking brutal, and his vice-like grip on your skin was sure to leave bruises, but you didn't care. All you did was let yourself drown in the pleasure, your veins set alight. The sounds of your breathy moans and skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, and your cunt clenched around him each time his tip grazed that unreachable spot inside you.

His pace grew faster and even more brutal, causing the knot in your stomach to grow more and more. You moved your head to look at Miguel, his hips still moving to meet yours.

"Sir, I'm gonna cum, please let me cum sir-"

He scoffed, your pathetic begging like music to his ears. His free hand glided up and down your back, the most comforting gesture he's given you the whole evening.

"Since you've been so good for me..."

With that, his body leaned over yours as the hand caressing your back started to toy with your clit. Your moans grew louder and more pathetic as you came closer to the edge, your cunt clenching around his cock as he slowed down slightly. One final thrust sent you over the edge and you came with a scream, your cum soaking the base of his cock and the inside of your thighs.

He groaned as he bottomed out, stilling for a second before letting his cum paint your insides white. You collapsed on the bed, him joining you shortly after. The only sound was your panting, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. You turned to face him, watching as he stared at the ceiling. Carefully, you curled up besides him, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I, querida?"

"Not at all, Miguel."

He hummed in response, lightly kissing your forehead.

"Good."

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spectrs · 2 years ago

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an interesting turn of events

sergeant hunter x afab!reader (NSFW, MINORS DNI)

a new group shows up at the 79's, and you can't help but become entranced with one of the clones. what happens when he meets you after the bar closes and addresses the same sudden attraction?

WARNINGS - alcohol, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, (unprotected) p in v

WORD COUNT - 3.7k

i know hunter and the other tbb boys have been inhabiting my page recently, but i can't help being obsessed with them. anyways, i actually like how this turned out and i hope y'all enjoy :)) (also i think this is my longest one so far)

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

The night started out like any other; stocking up and preparing for the waves of clones that would file through your door, intent on either drinking enough to forget the daily horrors they endured or finding some mingling nat-born to fuck and abandon once satisfaction had been reached. This is how it was supposed to be, this is what you were used to. If anything, despite the hesitation you'd felt when you first took the job, you'd grown used to the same voice coming from every direction, shouting requests for drinks or flirty remarks at passing women.

When you saw them step through the doors of the 79s, you were somewhat shocked to see the repulse and loathing on some of the "reg's" faces. It was almost funny, if you were being honest with yourself. You watched as the four of them made their way towards the bar counter, their gray and red armor a striking contrast compared to the usual white with colored accents. If that wasn't shocking enough, they didn't actually look like clones, but you only knew that because of their helmets tucked under their arms.

The one you noticed first happened to be the shortest, but Maker, was he beautiful. His hair color was that of a normal clone's, but his was longer, most of it pushed back by a red bandana with the exception of a few strands. You could see the five o'clock shadow lining his jaw, and the haunted yet alert look in his eyes. The left side of his face was marked with a skull tattoo, which, in your opinion, made him even more alluring.

Of course, you observed the other three, taking in all of their similarities and differences. Only one of the others had a tattoo, while the largest had a facial scar that caused his left eye to cloud over, and the other clutched a datapad as if he was dependent on it. You watched as some of the regs whispered to each other, acting like bullies watching a new target walk past.

The harsh neon lights illuminated their faces in a red glow, the shadows intensifying as they reached the counter. The one with the tattoo around his eye glared at you, almost as if he already hated you. You internally scoffed, this was certainly going to be interesting.

"Hello boys," you started in your usual serving voice, leaning your body against the counter. "What can I get you tonight?"

"Whatever your strongest liquor is. A warning, however, make sure Wrecker doesn't get his hands on the bottle."

The one with the datapad said that, his unoccupied hand fiddling with the edge of his goggles. You gave a nod in his direction, turning around and reaching for whatever you saw first. You turned back around with the bottle and four glasses to see a small amount of credits on the counter. You eyed the one you spoke to, but he was too absorbed in whatever was on his datapad to notice your skeptical look. The clink of the glass got the biggest one's attention, whose eyes lit up at the sight of the alcohol.

"Finally, it's been forever since we've had this!"

The one with the eye tattoo rolled his eyes but reached for a glass nonetheless. He saw you watching him, and looked up to say, "What are you staring at?"

You were about to reply when the one with the skull tattoo stopped you. "Ignore Crosshair, he doesn't really like nat-borns. Then again, he doesn't really like anyone." That earned a glare from Crosshair, and you couldn't help the small laugh that flowed past your lips.

"I'm Hunter, and these two are Tech," he pointed at the one with the datapad, "and Wrecker," who perked up at the sound of his name.

"I haven't seen you before. This your first time here?"

"Yeah. We don't normally go out during leave, but Wrecker was getting restless. We all were."

"Well, I'm glad you came. It's about time I got some new faces around here." Hunter raised an eyebrow in question, and you quickly clarified. "New people. Then again, you don't really resemble the others."

"We get that a lot."

"Actually, it was a side effect of our mutations," Tech addressed. "As you know, clones are created with the same DNA as Jango Fett, yet altered to have the traits which are desirable in a soldier. Clone Force 99, us, had preexisting aberrations in our DNA manipulated, which resulted in our unique abilities."

"And what would those be?" you questioned.

"Hunter's enhanced senses, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Wrecker's brute strength, and my exceptional mind." The way he stated it was as if it was a well-known fact, which it probably was among the clones. You hadn't heard of clones with such abilities before, which again made Hunter much more intriguing.

You looked up when you heard the familiar glass clinking against the counter, subconsciously grabbing the bottle and pouring refills, pushing the glasses back towards them. Hunter was the only one ignoring his glass, instead directing his attention to you.

You wiped down an area of the counter, not realizing his gaze on you until you looked up and saw his untouched drink.

"You gonna drink that?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, clearly amused with your question. You watched as he grabbed the glass, lifting it to his mouth and downing it in one go. He pulled it back and set it on the counter, but it was like you didn't hear it. Now that you were much closer to him, you could see the dangerous glint in his eyes, the way the red lighting and enhanced shadows made him look so much more intimidating , and the way his lips glistened with the remnants of the alcohol.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the shout coming from another clone at the other end of the counter. Your head snapped up at the sound, and you turned back to the group in front of you.

"Looks like I'm needed elsewhere," you said, giving them a small smile before making your way to the other end. You felt their eyes on you, never leaving your form as you took more requests and talked to the other clones at the bar. At some point, another server moved the group to a booth in the back, the shadowy corner masking most of their activity. The whole time you served, you felt a set of eyes on you, but you didn't dare look up. You knew who it was, and his undivided attention made you wetter than you'd care to admit.

You didn't know why. He was just another clone, another customer. You didn't know him, this was the first time he'd set foot into the 79's, for crying out loud. But he called out to you like a drug, and you couldn't get enough. You drank in the attention he provided you, the need growing in your aching cunt every time you remembered his gaze. It was fucking intoxicating, but if you were asked why, you wouldn't be able to provide an answer. The rest of the night, you just prayed to the Maker this wouldn't be the only time you ever saw him.

Midnight passed, and people came and went. At some point you had to shoo a group of people out of the bar, leaving it empty except for the staff. You all cleaned up, and you told, more like insisted, your coworkers that you would close up. They gratefully accepted, and by 0600, you were checking the last details before locking up.

"Glad to see how thorough you are."

The deep, gravelly voice made you shiver, and you quickly turned around to see Hunter leaning against the counter. If this were any other bar on any other planet, you would fearfully ask how he managed to get in. But this was the 79's, on Coruscant of all planets, and this happened more often than you'd like to admit. Not only that, but the unwavering gaze he held on you was making you anything but scared.

"You know, most don't break into my place of work and watch me close up within twelve hours of meeting me."

A low chuckle, then, "Oh mesh'la, I'm not like most."

You knew the name was Mando'a, you weren't stupid. But it still made you flush and press your thighs harder together. He smirked a bit, evidently noticing the reaction. He started walking towards you, causing you to back up against the nearest wall. You let out a small gasp as you felt your back hit the cold wall, Hunter's body caging you in.

"You heard Tech, didn't you? I have enhanced senses, and all I could smell tonight was you. You're fucking dripping for me, a clone you haven't known for more than half a day. So tell me, what's so special about me?"

You gulped, looking at his body towering over you, his hands pressed against the wall on either side of your head. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face, the smell of mixed liquor filling your nose. Your eyes locked on his for a brief moment, then darted away, determined not to give yourself away so quickly.

You heard the sound of fabric rubbing against skin and an item of clothing dropping to the floor. His arms were away from the side of your head, but two of his fingers grabbed your chin and lifted it, forcing your gaze to his. It surprised you to see his eyes so dark from lust and his expression so determined.

You couldn't even bring yourself to answer, his presence was so goddamn invigorating. His fingers tightened ever so slightly, and a quiet gasp left your mouth.

"Answer me."

You stayed silent for a moment, wondering what would happen if you answered. Your eyes darted across his face, desperately searching for the answer. When you answered, your voice came out as a whisper, almost as if you couldn't bear the thought of anyone else knowing.

"I don't know. You're just so fucking intoxicating it's like-"

He didn't even give you a chance to finish, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate attempt to taste you, feel you in any way possible. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you let your fingers lock themselves in his hair, your grip almost as hard as his on your waist. The heat radiating from his body was driving you crazy, and you needed to feel his skin against yours.

His lip bit yours and you let out a gasp, which he used to slip his tongue into your mouth. You whined, and he let out a sound you didn't know was possible. You managed to pull away for a second, lungs burning from the lack of air.

"Hunter, not here-"

As if he was reading your mind, he tapped your thigh, and you jumped, letting your legs hook around his waist. He carried you effortlessly to the counter, letting his grip loosen once you were seated on the cold surface. His mouth found your jaw, and your head fell back as he continued downwards and bit the side of your neck. He continued just like that, marking your neck and collarbone in a way that had whimpers tumbling from your lips.

He bit a particular spot that caused a moan to slip past and you to tug the strands of his hair. He groaned, then chuckled into your skin, kissing the newly forming bruise. "You like that, don't you mesh'la?"

You nodded, feeling your pussy clench at the familiar name. He groaned again, burying his face into your neck. "Maker, sweetheart, that name must really turn you on. You're all I can smell."

His hands hooked around your shoulders, pulling the sleeves of your shirt and bra down. You quickly lifted your arms, earning another laugh from him.

"Eager, aren't we? You want me to mark up your pretty tits?"

You nodded again, this time more frantically as he pulled your shirt and bra over your head, throwing them somewhere behind you. He continued his descent downwards, resuming at your collarbone and kissing all the way to your breasts. He pulled away for a moment, making you whine at the loss, but the sound was replaced with a moan as his mouth engulfed one and his hand teased the other. Your hands weaved themselves further into his hair, the feeling of his body on yours making you lose whatever sanity you had left.

Maker, it was almost terrifying how easily he could turn you on.

At some point, you felt his hands tugging at the waistband of your pants, carefully sliding the fabric down your legs. He let out a shaky sigh at the sight of your panties being completely soaked through. Your face flushed, slightly embarrassed from how much he did to you.

"Don't be embarrassed, cyare," he said, letting his calloused hands slide up and down your thighs. "I'll take care of you."

That last sentence was a whisper as he kissed the inside of your left thigh, biting the skin quickly before moving to the other one. You watched in anticipation as his mouth moved up further and further until he couldn't anymore. Then, once his face was close enough to your clothed cunt, he took a deep breath in and groaned.

The action shocked you, but you would've been lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

"My god, I'm sure you taste just as sweet as you smell."

With that, his teeth latched onto the fabric and pulled, a gasp spilling from your mouth when the cold air hit you. He pushed your body back onto the counter, held your hips down with one arm, and quickly let his mouth dive into your pussy.

The moan you let out at the feeling of his mouth would've been humiliating if you weren't so blissed out. His tongue prodded at your hole while his free hand quickly rubbed circles into your clit, causing your body to convulse.

“So sensitive, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

His words had arousal dripping out of your clenching hole, the fluid getting all over the lower half of Hunter’s face. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except let the moans spill from your mouth as you let yourself drown in the feeling of his mouth on you. Your hands tugged at his hair when the sensations weren’t enough, when you craved more. The action made him chuckle, and another whine went past your lips at the vibrations.

“Tell me what you need, mesh’la. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

You shook your head frantically, pulling on his hair and letting the pleasure dull so you could tell him. “Hunter, please-”

“Tell me.”

“I need more, Hunter please give me more-”

He smirked at you from between your legs, the sight making your eyes go wide. You couldn’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away from him as he took his other glove in his teeth, slowly pulling it off his hand and letting it drop to the floor. His grip on your hips tightened, and your head fell back with a moan as he pushed a finger into you. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking it lightly as his finger curled itself inside of you.

“Is this what you wanted?”

All you could do was moan in response, the pleasure coursing through your veins like lighting. He chuckled again and added another finger, completely stretching you out. He moved them in and out of you so slowly, it felt like too much and not enough at the same time. You couldn’t help but grind into him, begging him to go faster. Every time you did, he just sucked harder, making you buck your hips into his face. He continued just like that, that oh-so-familiar feeling building up in your abdomen.

“I’m so close, don’t stop, please Hunter-”

“It’s okay, cyare. Come for me.”

Those simple words shouldn’t have had such an intense effect on you, but that along with his thumb pushing against your clit made you come with a cry. Your eyes quickly shut and your head rolled back as pleasure ripped through your body. You could feel Hunter’s mouth still on you, his tongue lapping at every spot he could reach.

The pleasure dulled down to a haze, his mouth pressing light kisses to your clit before pulling that and his fingers away. He looked up at you again, the lower half of his face completely covered in your arousal. This didn’t seem to phase him, however, because he simply stood back up to kiss you again. You whined at the taste of yourself on his mouth, and he pulled away to push his thumb into your mouth. Watching him and getting an idea, you made a show of sucking your arousal off of his finger, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He switched his fingers and you took your time licking them clean.

“Gods, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You let go of the last finger with a pop of your mouth and smirked up at him. “I know.”

He smirked back at you, stepping away from your body to slowly take off the armor on his legs. You stared as the defined muscles of his thighs were revealed, along with the very noticeable bulge. You knew you were staring for too long when you felt his hand on your chin, lifting your face to his.

“You like what you see, mesh’la?”

You nodded, causing a short laugh to fall from his lips. He swiftly picked you up and sat down at the edge of one of the booths, and you gasped when you felt the outline of his cock prod against your thigh. He grasped onto your hips and dragged you across his lap so you were straddling him.

You could feel how thin his blacks were, and he chuckled as he felt the goosebumps raise at the top of your thighs. Your hand grabbed his shoulder while the other reached down in between your bodies, pulling his leaking cock out of his pants. You gave it a few experimental pumps, and his head rolled back as he groaned. It was your turn to let out a laugh, leaning into his neck to press a kiss at his pulse while lifting your body and placing your aching cunt right above his cock.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, both of you moaning in unison as you felt the burning stretch. When he was fully inside you, your head dropped onto his shoulder, letting out a quiet whine.

“God, Hunter, you feel so good.”

“I know, I know, cyare.”

He was so breathless and his hands were fisting themselves into your flesh, as if he was trying to stop himself from losing the last amount of control he had left. You carefully dragged your hips across his lap, moaning at the feeling of his cock dragging inside of you. When you felt his still body, you slightly lifted your head from his shoulder to find him watching you fall apart.

“Hunter, please.”

Those words must’ve sounded angelic to his ears, a quiet but desperate plea to give you what you wanted. However, all he did was move his hands up and down your waist, trying to coax a more specific request out of you.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

You whined, your brain on the verge of short-circuiting if he kept this up any longer.

“Please, just fucking move.”

He gave you a small smirk, and you finally got what you craved when he picked you up by your hips and slammed you back down onto him.

He wouldn’t let up, but it wasn't like you wanted him to. The pleasure was building so quickly, every sensation lighting your nerves on fire. The feeling of him hitting that unreachable spot inside of you with every thrust, his hands toying with your body, his lips nipping at the base of your neck. It was incredible, and you knew he felt the same every time his cock twitched inside of you. Every bite or scrape at your skin was punctured by a muttered praise from him, he was so determined to make you feel good and it made you clench around him at the thought.

Your hips met in time with his, and while he barely had to guide your body, his grip was still iron strong. You felt your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto his, which he used to his advantage. He gathered some of it on his fingers and reached in between your bodies to quickly rub your sensitive clit. Your back arched in his body as you mewled, the knot in your stomach winding more and more.

“Please, please, please, I’m so close-”

He groaned, feeling you clench around him. “Mesh’la, where do you want me to-”

“Inside.”

“Are you sure?”

Your lips quickly captured his in a kiss, solidifying your decision for him. He quickly pressed his thumb against your cunt, and his mouth muffled your cry as you came on his cock. White dots speckled your vision as tears freely fell down your face at the sheer force. Almost right after, he thrust into you one more time before you felt his cum filling you to the brim. Your body fell limp against him, and his arms held you as he leaned against the wall of the booth.

Your breathing was heavy, your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and your thighs were too sticky for your liking, but you didn’t move as Hunter gently held your spent body against his.

“Well,” you heard him start. Your head lifted ever so slightly to lock your eyes with his. “I think I found my new favorite bar.”

You scoffed, feeling the corners of your mouth turn upwards. “And I think I found my new favorite customer.”

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