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Everyone was gone. Finally.
Tech and Echo went to the nearby market for a few hours to retrieve supplies. Wrecker, Crosshair, and Omega were training further into the forest you landed in.
That left you and Hunter in the Havoc Marauder alone.
You haven’t had private time with Hunter in a while, and you planned on making the most of it.
You slung your legs around his waist, passionately kissing his lips. Hunter groaned loudly, able to afford to be hungry and desperate in the vacant confines.
He pressed you against the durasteel wall, hands plastered on your a*s and kneading it every few seconds. This only made you moan in content, missing the feeling of his sturdy touch on your body. This relationship was new, but it was exciting and thrilling, and you wished to move forward with him and him only.
Your own hands found the long locks of his hair, threading your fingers between them and lightly pulling. Hunter let out a strangled moan, closing his eyes and parting his lips against yours. You wasted no time, and dived into his mouth with your tongue.
”Mesh’la,” He panted. “You’re incredible.”
You hummed in satisfaction, smiling against his lips. You turned your head then, meeting the warm skin of his neck with the warmth of your mouth. Hunter easily gave you access, gripping you harder and even rocking his hips into yours. You felt everything since you were both in your blacks, and it made a surge of lust rise within you.
You caressed his neck lightly which was already proving to be favorable, but then you bit the space just between his neck and his collarbone.
And Hunter lost all control.
Growling, he twisted you from the wall and carried you through the Marauder to his bunk. You clung to his shoulders, nails lightly digging into them as you two resumed kissing, him now plopped on the edge of the bed and you straddling his waist again.
”You’re a brave thing,” Hunter rasped on your lips. “For testing me like this.”
You giggled then, pulling away and sporting a proud smirk. “I’m just getting started, Sergeant,” Your gaze flicked to his chest, and you lazily traced the outlines of his muscles with your fingers. “Think you can handle it?”
His eyes flared with mischief, huffing out a dark breath before lightly forcing you off of him. “On your knees.”
Who were you to disobey?
Slowly, tauntingly, you stared into Hunter’s eyes and dropped to your knees in front of his bunk, grazing his spread thighs with your hands. You saw him shudder, knowing his senses were going wild, and you reveled in it.
His face grew tight, jaw clenching as he met your dangerous gaze. “You are going to fix,” Hunter’s eyes flicked to the evident bulge in his pants. “What you caused,” His tone teetered on the edge of desire and demand, lifting your chin with one hand. “And you are going to take every single inch.” Gripping it now, he titled his head. “Do you understand, cyare?”
Excitement flashed through your face and hit your core straight on. You loved it when Hunter was like this on the battlefield, and you were itching to find out if he was like this in bed.
”Yes,” You whispered, playing into the submissive role. “Sir.”
Hunter groaned loudly at the name, moving his hand away from you to spread some more, adjusting his hips. “Begin.”
Your eyes became lidded as you tugged on his blacks, suddenly eager to have him inside you. And as you finally grasped his cock, Hunter’s head tipped back.
He mumbled something incoherent, eyes closed, which only made you more feral.
You moved your mouth towards him, tongue outstretched as you gently licked the tip of his d*ck. He groaned some more, slightly jerking under you.
You continued your movements, lightly licking around his tip, but your hair kept getting in the way. You tried brushing it out, but it wouldn’t stay. Looking up, Hunter’s hands were preoccupied, both of them holding him up to the edge if the bed, and he didn’t seem to notice as his head was tilted back still.
Stopping your movements, you slowly sat up, recognizing the perfect hair tie. Hunter snapped his eyes towards you, panic filling his eyes before you reached for his bandana, a silent plea resting on your lips. Before you could say anything, Hunter only nodded, a vulnerable look passing between his dark irises. You felt a deeper connection brew within you both, and you certainly weren’t going to stop there.
Ever-so-slowly, you pulled the fabric off of his head. It was worn from the excessive usage, and the red and white details were flaking, but it was his, and you would cherish it.
Hunter sighed, a light smile gracing his face. But it quickly turned darker as you pulled your hair into a ponytail and used his bandana to tie it off.
Hunter’s breathing became more erratic then, glancing between your tied up hair and your eyes.
Possession.
You were wearing one of his possessions.
One of his prized possessions. One of his favored possessions.
And you wore it perfectly. A beautiful package, all for him to unwrap.
But not until you unwrapped him. He had been so tense lately, and you already started breaking down his high walls. Being a Sergeant during the times after Order 66 was even more taxing, and meeting you calmed the racing doubts and left him with holes only you could heal.
You sunk down between him again, and immediately began engulfing his cock with your mouth. A surprised moan tore out of Hunter’s throat, and you chuckled as you took him deeper.
You ravished him fully, switching between slow licks to hard sucks, teasing his senses and edging him to insanity.
And oh, did Hunter feel like snapping.
”Mesh’la-“ He panted, hands twitching beside him. “Please.”
You let go of his cock with a resounding pop, flicking your eyes to his. “What was that?”
Hunter only rolled his eyes to the back of his head, groaning slightly and thrusting up towards you. “Please, I need more.”
You shook your head and huffed. “Don’t worry, my love,” You whispered, lowering your head again. “I’ll fix what I caused.”
And you drove Hunter to the brink of ecstasy. The sucking and licking turned into full head bobs, borderline choking on his full length as you hollowed out your cheeks.
He felt so good, so right in your mouth, that you moaned your own sounds of pleasure on his d*ck. Hunter only jutted his hips more into you at that, one hand gently grabbing the base of your ponytail and bandana.
Feeling his hand, you knew he was going to be close soon. So you gave him all you could.
You traced his veins with your tongue, flattening it out afterwards to glide it to the back of your mouth.
”Stars,” Hunter exhaled. “Kriff, baby, just like that.”
Hearing your own name, you begin to suck harder. It brought tears to your eyes, but listening to Hunter lose control underneath you spurred you on.
You looked up then, watching in awe as he was staring at you, mouth open and face twisted into pure pleasure. His hand continued to help guide you, gripping the bandana between his fingers.
You began to feel him stutter in your mouth, and you knew to only go faster.
”F*ck.” Hunter cursed, holding onto you a little tighter. “A little more, please, a little-“
His words turned into pleas in mando’a mixed in with sharp rises and falls of his chest. You could only admire the man you were dating, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped heavy breaths.
”Mesh’la,” Hunter croaked, eyes going wide. “I’m gonna-“
You only smirked dangerous at him, and that sent him over the edge.
A low groan and string of curses followed, white ribbons shooting down your throat as you greedily swallowed. He could only watch and catch his breath as you wiped your mouth and playfully giggled.
”Was that satisfactory, sir?”
He let out a shaky chuckle, eyeing the bandana, his bandana, in your hair. “More than, cyare. My bandana looks so good on you, especially when your sucking my cock.”
You whimpered then, clenching your knees together to stave off your own arousal. But Hunter noticed- he always did.
”Let me take care of you now.”
And he did, by the stars, he did.