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Hey! Congratulations on 4k that’s some good soup! Please can I requests the nsfw prompts:

‘i can't believe how good you are at that’ (Hunter)

&/or

‘i want to hear you moan my name’ (reader) with Hunter and a female reader? Maybe not particularly enemies but reader and hunter don’t get along and he teases her about intimate things and one thing leads to the other? Many thanks if you do this - a secret fan 🌞

4000 Follower Prompt Celebration

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 3.7k

prompts:

• “I can’t believe how good you are at that.”

• “I want to hear you moan my name.”

Hunter’s teasing becomes relentless and you can’t help but wonder if it’s him projecting and if you could silence him for good.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, explicit sexual content and language, softdom!reader & Hunter, handjob, sloppy blowjob, deep throat, face fucking, ball sucking, eye contact, cum swallowing, mentions of spit, slight mutual pining, hair tugging/pulling. Hunter teases reader for being inexperienced and about intimate things (a little out of character but that’s purely for the plot of the request), teasing, reader flirting, hunter has a praise kink, vocal, hunters sexually frustrated Mmmm can’t think of anything else. Female reader who has long to mid length hair. Not proofread.

The dynamic between you and Hunter in private moments was perplexing, to say the least.

In group settings, he barely acknowledged your presence, rarely looked your way, but when alone, a noticeable shift occurred. Initially dismissed as playful teasing, his comments veered into somewhat personal territory.

You couldn't help but wonder about his intentions. Why did he presume you'd engage in such intimate discussions with him?

One instance etched in your memory was Hunter's insinuation that your hectic schedule left little room for romance, albeit conveyed in a cruder tone. Your response, though measured, failed to deter his persistent demeanor. "I wouldn't say I'm too busy, Hunter. It's more about not finding anyone worth my time," you countered, trying not to sound defensive, though it was challenging at times.

His response was dismissive, a mere "Yeah, sure," accompanied by a smirk that vanished the moment others entered the room.

This pattern persisted until a moment of clarity struck unexpectedly.

One evening, you’re cleaning up a mess caused by a spillage of a sticky and dark oil by Tech that had you on all fours, scrubbing diligently. Hunter had strode in and decided to engage in idle chatter from a nearby chair which was pretty much right in front of you. You thought nothing of it at first but you found that your gaze inadvertently landed in an inappropriate area – his crotch.

Caught off guard by the unexpected distraction, you suppressed a small gasp and hastily averted your eyes, attempting to shake the lingering image from your mind. Had Hunter always been so... pronounced? The image left you stunned, prompting a silent reevaluation of past interactions. You vaguely recalled the initial removal of codpieces among the boys, but Hunter's distinctive bulge had seemingly escaped your notice until now.

"Did you hear what I said?" Hunter's voice pierced through your reverie, drawing you back to the present moment. Your eyes trailed up his body, still on your hands and knees as his gaze bore into yours, a subtle challenge evident in the quirk of his brow.

"Uh, no. What?" You replied and cleared the unease from your throat, refocusing on the task at hand.

As you resumed scrubbing, doubts nagged at the edges of your consciousness. Perhaps it was merely a trick of the light, a fleeting figment of your imagination.

Or perhaps, it wasn’t.

The next day on a mission, your attention involuntarily gravitated towards Hunter, or bluntly, towards his crotch. Yet, to your somewhat relief, there was no repeat of yesterday; nothing as conspicuous as before. So, rationalising it as a trick of the light, you banished the lingering thoughts from your mind.

However, when the others departed for a walk with Omega, leaving you alone with Hunter, a sense of anticipation tinged with apprehension gripped you. Why did he choose to remain behind with you? And why, when your eyes strayed to his crotch once more, did you now notice a distinct bulge? Again?

A rush of realisation flooded your senses, tingling your skin as you started connecting the dots of Hunter's behavior. His persistent teasing about your intimacy, the subtle mockery of your presumed inexperience—it was all a facade, a projection of his own frustrations. And now, faced with undeniable evidence of his arousal in your presence, the pieces fell into place.

A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as a newfound sense of power surged within you. It was clear that Hunter's bravado masked deeper desires, desires that he perhaps didn't even realise he harboured. And you, now held the upper hand.

As you focused on repairing the circuit boards, a task set to you by Tech before he left, you relished in the solace from Hunter's antics. Though, his sudden appearance shattered the tranquility. "So, I saw you speaking to that villager before," he remarked, his tone casual yet tinged with curiosity.

Pausing mid-task, you glanced up briefly. Where had that come from? On the way back to the ship you had spoken to one of the locals, someone your age and albeit quite attractive but that was about it. "Yes?" you replied, prompting him to continue.

"Any uh, interest in him?" Hunter's question hung in the air, loaded with implications that sent a flutter of nerves coursing through your stomach. Then you smirk to yourself. You instinctively dropped the spanner into your work belt and turned to face him, your expression guarded yet curious.

"Can I ask you something, Hunter?"

“Sure,” he nods for you to continue, arms folded over his chest.

You copy his actions, folding your own arms over your chest as you idly look him up and down. “Why are you so interested in my intimate life? If I’m experienced or not?”

Hunter's initial confidence wavered as you confronted him, his arms unfolding slightly. Caught off guard, he blinked, momentarily at a loss for words, a flicker of conflict dancing across his features.

"Just curious," he finally replied, the words falling flat against the weight of the unspoken tension.

Your lips curved into a knowing smile, recognising the telltale signs of his discomfort. Clones, after all, were notorious for their inability to conceal the truth, especially when the evidence was fairly obvious in his pants.

Leaning in slightly, you maintained eye contact, your gaze flickering with a mix of amusement and intrigue. "Well, that makes me curious too," you countered, your tone laced with playful innocence. Twirling a lock of hair around your finger, you adopted a subtly flirtatious demeanor. "If I were to say I had zero experience, is it you who would want to make that a 'one'?"

The air crackled with anticipation as your words hung between you, the unspoken invitation shimmering with possibility.

He gulps and gives a flustered response. "Wait, wh-what why are you saying this?"

"Playing innocent now?" you countered, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you closed the distance between you with calculated steps. Hunter's widened eyes followed your every move, his resolve crumbling under the sight of the sway of your hips.

Coming to a stop in front of him, you met his gaze with an unabashed smirk, relishing in the power shift that had occurred between you. "Let me ask you something else instead then," you purred, your voice laced with a tantalising hint of provocation.

His breath grew ragged, his eyes flickering with a mixture of desire and apprehension as they traced the way you present yourself. Sensing his vulnerability, you leaned in closer, a predatory gleam dancing in your eyes. "When was the last time you fucked someone?" you whispered, your words punctuated by a deliberate lick of your lips.

Hunter's throat felt dry as he struggled to form a coherent response, his frustration palpable against the confines of his pants. "I..." he faltered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Impatiently, you pressed on, your tone dripping with seductive confidence. "When was the last time you had a pretty little thing sat on your cock?"

Hunter struggled to find his voice as your gaze lingered provocatively between you, his eyes involuntarily drawn to the undeniable evidence of his arousal. A sense of vulnerability washed over him as he grappled with his own want.

Your finger traced a tantalising path down his chest, the contact sending shivers down his spine as it ventured lower, igniting a fire of longing within him. "I can’t help but wonder if all these questions have been projections?" you mused aloud, your voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and seduction. "A possibility that it's you who needs…something?"

His admission hung heavy in the air, a raw confession born of frustration and longing. "Yes," he finally confessed, his gaze meeting yours with a newfound intensity. "I'm frustrated... and you're driving me crazy."

The admission sparked a surge of exhilaration within you, the thrill of unraveling Hunter's layers of desires. With a knowing smile, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips hovering enticingly close to his ear. "Well then," you whispered huskily, "let's see just how crazy I can make you."

With a smirk playing on your lips, you pulled back slightly as Hunter leaned in for a kiss, teasing him with a finger pressed gently against his lips. "Eager, are we?" you ask, relishing in the anticipation evident in his blown eyes and heavy breath.

His nod was almost fervent, his gaze ablaze as your free hand boldly explored the undeniable bulge in his pants, feeling the throbbing heat of his cock beneath your touch.

Leaning in close, your breath mingled with his, sending shivers down your spine as you whispered seductively, "When was the last time you had someone on their knees for you?" The sight of him licking his lips in anticipation ignited a fierce heat within you, fueling your desire to explore every inch of him. To taste him.

"It's been a while, yeah," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

With a deft flick of your finger, the button of Hunter's pants yields to your touch, silently impressing both yourself and him as the fabric loosens. Your finger traces along the hem, teasingly pulling down his pants inch by inch, revealing the throbbing heat of his erection straining against his boxers.

"Do you know what I want, Hunter?" you murmur softly, your voice laced with desire as you lock eyes with him, your hand hovering tantalizingly close to his length. His gaze lingers on the sight before him, anticipation and longing evident in his eyes as he waits for your command.

"What would you like me to do, beautiful?" he finally responds, his compliment catching you off guard and sending a warm flush to your cheeks.

With a coy smile, you sink to your knees before him, the air thick with anticipation as you maintain eye contact. "I want to hear you moan my name," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

As your hand wraps around his heated cock, a needy moan escapes his lips almost involuntarily, his ache evident in the raw intensity of the sound of him whimpering your name. His hands grip onto the control panel behind him for support, the sensation of your touch driving him to the edge of control.

With a firm yet gentle grip, you begin to stroke his length, your hand moving slowly along the silky curve of his cock. Each movement elicits a low groan from Hunter's lips, his thirst spilling forth in symphonies.

“Can I - ohhh fuck - can I touch you?” His lust-filled eyes gaze down at you, his body trembling at your touch as you collect the slick on his tip, using it as a lubricant to ease your hand over him.

A soft smile graced your lips at his plea, your heart swelling with affection for the man before you. "Of course," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, as you guided his hand to where you wanted him, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

As his hand found its place, cupping your cheek with gentle reverence, a wave of warmth washed over you, his touch igniting a fire within. His fingers traced delicately over your skin, sending shivers down your spine as they tangled in your hair, relishing in the texture.

"I haven't told you before," he murmured, his hips subtly rocking against your touch, seeking that desperate friction that drove him wild, “but you’re breathtaking."

“I have to say Hunter,” you move in close, your breath teasing and fanning over his cock that twitches so beautifully in your hand, “you’re quite breathtaking yourself.”

His response was a low hum of pleasure, his need evident in the way his hands tangled in your hair, urging you closer.

With eyelids half-closed, you leaned in, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his cock. A soft, gentle kiss followed, eliciting a barely audible gasp from Hunter's lips, the sound music to your ears. Emboldened by his reaction, you continued to pepper kisses along his length, each touch igniting a fire within your core that has you softly moaning with each kiss.

Your movements were deliberate, slow and tantalising as you trailed kisses down from the base of his cock, savoring the soft warmth of his flesh against your lips. With playful intent, you flicked your tongue against the sensitive tip before enveloping it in your mouth, sucking gently as a wave of pleasure washed over Hunter.

His grip tightened in your hair, his breath hitching with each sensation. The rhythm of your movements was intoxicating. “D-don’t stop - stars - please don’t stop baby.”

With deliberate movements, you rose up high on your knees, positioning yourself to more easily accommodate Hunter's throbbing length. Your head dipped down, your lips enveloping him in a slow rhythm that left him yearning for more.

"Mmm, you taste beautifully," you murmured against his skin, the vibrations of your voice sending shivers down his spine as you lavished attention on the sensitive tip. With each pull up, your tongue pressed hard against him, eliciting a needy moan from Hunter's lips. The sensation of him swelling further in your mouth fueled your own desire as you restrained from touching yourself.

A soft, helpless moan of your name escaped Hunter's lips, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you, your own arousal intensifying in response. It was exactly what you wanted, to drive him to the brink of ecstasy and beyond, to elicit every ounce of pleasure from him.

As you attempted to take Hunter deeper, you felt the limitations of your current position, but determination spurred you on. With lips wide and relaxed, you welcomed him eagerly, his arousal proud and fully erect against your tongue. Glancing up at him, you met his half-closed eyes and flushed cheeks that almost looked slutty.

With a silent understanding, you spread your knees wider, lowering yourself to the perfect height for Hunter's desires. Eagerly, you placed your hands on his toned thighs for balance, your heart racing with anticipation as you tilted your head upward, granting Hunter the perfect angle to push his cock completely, all the way in.

A flicker of fire ignited in his eyes as he realized your intentions, his grip on your hair tightening with anticipation as he drove himself in with relentless determination. With a single, forceful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, causing your eyes to water as you felt him press against the back of your throat. “Fuuuuck, stars, what a pretty mouth.” He hissed.

You had to consciously relax your muscles, mentally urging your gag reflex to calm down as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. With a deep breath, you took him all, fully engulfing him in your warmth.

Hunter withdrew for a mere second, a loud moan escaping his lips as you gasped for air, your senses reeling from the intensity of the moment. Before you could fully recover, he plunged back in, setting a slow and steady rhythm that allowed you to match your breaths to the movement of his cock.

Each time Hunter pushed into your throat, a whimper of pleasure escaped his lips as you completely surrendered to the intrusion, your throat relaxing to accommodate him fully. As you pulled away for a short breath, you locked eyes with him, a coy smirk playing on your lips.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and fuck my throat, hm? Make me gag all over your hard cock,” you suggested, your voice dripping with desire and anticipation.

"Are you sure?" he stammered, his hand palming his cock slick with your drool. "What if I hurt you?"

“You won’t, darling,” you assured him, giving his tip a soft kiss before extending your tongue out, mouth wide open in eagerness of your own demand.

Hunter complied, guiding his cock over your waiting tongue, his hips rocking slowly before he thrusted as much as he could into your mouth. With each experimental thrust, he grew bolder, picking up speed as his hands clasped the sides of your face, his fingers gripping tightly around the back of your head to keep you in place.

He fucked your mouth with an intensity that bordered on primal, his guttural groans of pleasure filling the air as he plunged in and out, each thrust driving him deeper into your throat. In, out, in, out—the rhythm of his movements matched the pounding of his heart and the burning of his lungs.

Your cunt throbbed with lust as you succumbed to Hunter's relentless assault, his pace unrelenting as he pounded into your throat, driving himself deeper with each thrust until your nose almost touched against his pelvis. “I love the way your mouth is taking my cock.” He rasps, ruthless in his pursuit of pleasure, his instincts taking over as he claimed you with every thrust.

As Hunter fiercely fucked your face, every gasp for air felt like a precious commodity, each moment of respite spent on desperate breaths. Your focus remained on keeping your lips, mouth, and throat open wide, your jaw aching with the effort.

But as the ache in your jaw intensified, you couldn't help but reluctantly give Hunter's thighs a quick squeeze, a silent signal for him to pause. He seemed to understand, pulling out of your mouth with a string of saliva connecting his cock to your lips, drool glistening on your chin.

"Too much?" he asked softly, concern evident in his gaze. You shook your head, a hunger burning in your eyes as you gripped his cock with your dominant hand.

"Not enough," you gasped, your voice dripping with lust as you tilted his cock upwards, trailing a long, slow lick up his shaft before taking one of his balls into your mouth, sucking and licking with eager enthusiasm.

Hunter staggered, his head tilting back with a wanton moan escaping his lips as you lavished attention on his sensitive flesh. As he looked down at you, his gaze unwavering, you met his eyes with a penetrating gaze of your own.

"Mmm, do you like having your balls sucked? They're so sensitive and pretty," you cooed, your tongue flicking around his delicate skin, alternating patterns, each movement eliciting a low groan of pleasure from Hunter's lips.

His fingers tightened in your hair, his panting breaths filling the air as he pleaded, "Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop talking like that."

A mischievous grin spread across your lips as you realised Hunter's praise kink, finding it utterly endearing. "Do you like it when I talk dirty with your balls in my mouth?" you teased, releasing one with a faint pop before lavishing attention on his tip with kitten-like licks meanwhile your hand fondled his balls, eliciting a low groan of pleasure from him.

"You look so handsome and needy from my angle," you continued, your voice dripping with desire as you teased him with your words. "But I’d like to see you on your knees for me one time too… being a good boy and tasting my pussy."

Hunter's lip was caught between his teeth, the intensity of his yearning evident in the way he fought to control himself, his mind consumed with thoughts of devouring your cunt like a man starved. Your name slipped from his lips in a long groan, the sensation of your head moving back and forth with his cock penetrating your throat once more overwhelming him with pleasure.

"I can’t believe how good you are at that," he managed to gasp out, his admiration mingled with lust as he surrendered to the euphoria of the moment, completely under your spell.

As the intensity of the moment reached its peak, both of you felt as though you could continue this forever. But like all good things, it had to come to an end, culminating in a hot, sticky release.

Hunter's knees began to shake, his breathing growing more unsteady and ragged with each passing moment. Meeting your lustful gaze once more, he moved his free hand to gently stroke under your chin, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Your lips parted in a whine of anticipation, your arousal peaking as you knew Hunter could feel the pulsing tip of his cock against your skin as it moved down your throat.

Locked in a gaze, you watched as Hunter's face became utterly awestruck, lost in a state of bliss as his long hair fell disheveled around his eyes. His fingers stroked up and down your throat, his moans of pleasure mingling with the sensation of his cock thrusting into you.

"Stars… I’m - I’m not g-gonna last much longer, baby," he cried out in pleasure, his grip tightening on your hips as he approached the brink of ecstasy. "Gonna - ssss ahh fuck! - gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum in your mouth."

You clasped his hips tightly, your knuckles turning white with anticipation as you eagerly awaited his release. With a final soft grunt and a mantra of panting breaths with your name, he pulled out of your throat, his release spilling into your mouth in a torrent of desire.

You drank it all, swallowing every drop like a woman starved, savouring the taste of his pleasure as it filled you, leaving you utterly consumed by the intensity of the moment.

As you moved back, the sensation of Hunter's now limp cock in your mouth both arousing and lewd, left you with a sense of satisfaction as you stood before him. His ragged breaths echoed in the silence of the ship, his hands gripping the underside of the control panel for balance as he tightly closed his eyes in post-orgasmic bliss.

When he finally opened his eyes and met your gaze, a lazy smile formed on his lips, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and desire as you sensually swiped your thumb across your bottom lip, collecting a small drop of his seed that had escaped from your mouth.

“That… that was-,” he began, his words trailing off as you interrupted him with a simple statement.

“I need to get back to work,” you declared, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips that he did not see as you turned away from him, slipping back on your gloves and resuming the task that Tech had set you.

You could see the wave of muddled confusion wash over Hunter's face as he processed your abrupt departure. But you knew, deep down, that he would never again question your experience or intimacy, as you were certain he knew the answer to his curiosities.

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