Might be obsessed with drawing Taabe from the movie Prey (2022) now-

Note: I lied, it’s not Yautja smut. It’s human-on-human with a Yautja watching. Also, Imglip is being fucky.

Imagine the Predator allowing you to catch a glimpse of him while Taabe makes love to you.

You said nothing as the Mupitsi, as Naru believed it was, watched from a distance. Not distant enough. Your wide eyes. Your wide eyes couldn’t meet the monster’s gaze, concealed as it was underneath an unknown animal’s skull. It wasn’t afraid. You couldn’t see its eyes, but the fact it seemed so impassive while your lover searched your insides made you shudder in turn. Taabe’s panting and your racing heart the only noise. Oh, and the squelching sounds. 

All other animals were dead silent. You realized the only reason it didn’t come closer was because then the lovemaking would stop. As desperate as Taabe’s rutting became, stuffing you fuller than anything, you were certain if he saw the other hunter he would tell you to run while he- He.

The predator was also male, as evidenced by the appendage barely restrained under an armored loincloth. 

The Yautja didn’t expect to be aroused. He couldn’t risk getting lost in pleasure, in case another interesting quarry entered the scene. But he could memorize your oddly pretty face for later. Smoother. Rounder. Mouth untusked. Your mate, while male, also lacked exterior teeth. Still, he was thankful the apex predators of this world had Yautja-esque bodies. 

His primary objective was not to breed, although he doubted his seed could quicken in your womb. Still, coupling… 

Taabe captured your mouth with his, at the same time the war chief hit just the right spot. He tried to drag himself slowly in and out, make you cum before him, but your walls clasped so tightly around him. Desperate. Because a horrible thought had occurred. What if the monster was just waiting till Taabe finished? Le petite mort and then…

“Do you want me to stop?” Taabe breathed. Eyes fixed on yours. Dark tresses obscuring the monster. Even if you brushed Taabe’s hair behind his ear, the Yautja would’ve vanished. 

“No,” you admitted. Not wanting him to think you were unsatisfied, let alone scared. But it must’ve seemed like you were trying to obstruct his cock all of a sudden. If you weren’t terrified, you would’ve laughed.