helloo!! i just read your tbb impact play hcs and..🤤 do you think we could get a hunter x fem or gn reader fic related to the initial scenario you had in his hcs?🙏 (don't feel pressured if you don't want to) thank you! love all of your clone x reader writing!
Pushed Too Far
Hunter x fem reader
description: Smut. You've been riling Hunter up all day, and he's finally had enough.
warnings: NSFW 18+
notes: the hcs mentioned in the ask are here
The sharp crack of his palm against your skin echoed through the room, the sound stinging almost as much as the actual slap against your backside.
Hunter's hand didn't move away immediately. His palm lingered, dragging slowly over the curve of your ass. He was trembling, just a subtle shudder that you could feel in his legs beneath you that traveled up through his chest.
You'd been pushing him all day. "Accidental" touches, whispered suggestive comments, and then the final blow: stepping out of the shower totally naked, knowing damn well he was right there. And now he had you draped over his lap, one leg hooked over yours to keep you in place, one hand gripping your wrists as the other came down open-palmed on your ass again.
"I told you," he rasped, his voice edged with desperation. "I told you to stop pushing."
His palm lingered again, kneading the flesh he'd just turned a dusty pink. He was fondling you as much as he was punishing you, fingers digging into the curve of your ass in a hard, needy grip. You moaned, squirming in his lap, and he exhaled roughly.
"Look at me," he choked out.
You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, face flushed. When your eyes met his, he let out a low, broken moan. He was trying so hard to remain in control, but the look on your face and the way you kept arching into his his hand was almost too much for him. He kept glancing at your expression, searching for any sign of actual distress, but all he found was the same desire that was eating him alive.
"You're doing this on purpose," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "You've been trying to make me lose it."
His hand came down again, harder this time, following it up by dragging his palm down, cupping you and squeezing, his thumb digging into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He was painfully hard, the bulge of his cock pressing uncomfortably against your hip through his blacks. His breathing was so heavy you thought he might be in actual pain.
His hand moved, sliding from your reddened backside to the soaked heat between your legs. He let out another choked, rough moan as he felt how ready you were for him.
You squirmed in his lap again, gasping as his fingers ran through your folds. "Hunter--please--!"
His breath hitched, his eyes flicking to your face for a second before he slid two fingers inside you in one smooth motion, groaning at the way you squeezed and gushed around his fingers. He started pumping them in and out, his movements shaky but deep. Every time you whimpered, his breath hitched again.
"Is this what you wanted?" he panted, curling his fingers inside you, stretching you out as he hiked your hips higher. "To see me like this? To make me this kriffing pathetic?"
You whined, shifting your hips back and trying to grind against his hand as he moved his fingers inside you. "No," you choked out. "No, I want--Hunter, I want more--"
He grunted, gripping your hips to try to keep you from moving. For a moment, he didn't move, like he was trying to gain as much control over himself as he could, his hands shaking against your skin. He brought his palm down against your ass again, particularly hard this time, and the way you jolted and gasped finally seemed to fully break his resolve. The ache between his legs became too much for him to handle, and he flipped you onto the bed on your back, already working quickly to remove his pants.
You were panting slightly, flushed and wanting. “Hunter,” you whined, parting your legs for him. “Don’t make me wait anymore. Please.”
He made a shaky sound, somewhere between a rough groan and almost a whimper. He freed his cock—rock-hard, aching and flushed—and crawled over you, gripping the thick length in his hand with a sharp exhale.
“You—you’re gonna wait more,” he told you lowly, trying to sound like he meant it. He pressed the head of his cock up against your cunt, groaning as he rubbed it up and down the slickness. “I’m teaching you not to tease, right?”
His voice was so gravelly it sounded painful. Still, you could barely focus on it, not with the way he was massaging your cunt with his cock head. You reached up to grip his shoulders, shifting your hips restlessly as you tried to push yourself harder against his cock. He exhaled roughly.
“This what you want?” He asked shakily, pushing just the head of his cock into your entrance.
You moaned, back arching off the bed. “Yes—yes, please—“
But before you could finish your plea, he was pulling out of you again, dragging his cock back up your cunt and rubbing it against your clit. You inhaled sharply, torn between pleasure and disappointment, squirming desperately beneath him. “No—Hunter, put it in. Please, just—“
He was shaking with restraint, every muscle in his body tensed and a sheen of sweat shining on his forehead as he pushed the head of his cock back into your cunt but refused to push it in any further. He pulled it out, then pushed it back in, then pulled out and pushed it up against your clit again.
“Frustrating, huh, sweetheart?” He rasped. “You didn’t think I’d make your punishment fun, did you?”
He teased your hole with his cock again, pushing it in just enough to give you hope before dragging it back out and rubbing the leaking head against your clit again. You nearly sobbed, tilting your hips up desperately.
“I’m sorry,” you choked out, nails digging into his shoulders. “I won’t do it again. Please, Hunter, fuck me.”
He groaned, as if denying you was physically painful, but didn’t give in. The head of his cock popped into your entrance again—then back out. Then back in. Then out, then it was dragged up to your clit again.
He dropped his forehead against yours. “Kiss me,” he grunted.
You whimpered, immediately tilting your chin up to capture his lips in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned, sliding his tongue into your mouth and kissing you back roughly, giving his cock a few tight strokes as he rubbed it against your clit. He pulled back with a faint gasp and then pushed the head of his cock back inside your cunt with a sound that was nearly a rough sob.
But he still wouldn’t give in. He kept teasing your hole, in-out-in-out, as his poor cock throbbed and leaked. Your cunt was a mess of need, your thighs shaking, your hips twitching and trying to rock against him. You were still begging. Desperate pleas, promises, apologies, anything that you thought might get him to give in. He leaned down and buried his face in your neck, panting against your skin.
“Say what you’ve learnt,” he mumbled into your neck. “Use your words. Say it.”
You sobbed, clutching at his hips to try to get him to push in further as the head of his cock slipped into your cunt again. It didn’t work.
“Not to tease,” you choked out, voice wrecked. “I promise, I won’t do it again. I won’t tease you all day again. I promise. Just—please, I need—I need—I need you to fuck me, know you want it too, I know you need it, so please, please—“
Hunter made a rough sound against your neck, pushing the head of his cock into your cunt again before tensing even further. His free hand was fisting the sheets next to your head, knuckles white.
With a feeling close to panic, you realized that he was close. Your eyes went wide, your hand tangling in his hair to force his head back so you could look at him. “You can’t—Hunter, you can’t be serious, you can’t just—please—“
The second you yanked his hair, though, it was practically over. He choked, and with an almost pained gasp, he finally snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt inside you. You cried out, back arching off the bed. The relief was overwhelming, the pleasure so dizzying your vision went fuzzy. Hunter dragged himself out, then rammed all the way back in, once, twice, three times—and then groaned roughly, stilling on top of you. You sobbed as you felt warmth flood you, rocking your hips to keep grinding on his cock, desperate for this not to end yet.
Hunter panted on top of you, letting you squirm for a moment as he trembled from the force of his release, trying to regain himself. He pulled out of you with a quiet grunt, collapsing on top of you.
“You’re mean,” you managed to pant, staring up at the ceiling like you couldn’t believe what just happened.
Hunter was silent for a moment, still panting and overwhelmed. He finally tilted his head to press a shaky kiss to your cheek before pushing himself back up, bracing his hand next to your head again.
Almost before you could register what was happening, his cock was pressing against your entrance again, sliding back into the mess of your slick and his cum with obscene ease.
“Who said I was done?”
