Giving In (Hunter x Fem!Reader)
Summary: You go out for the night with the intention of going home with someone. When Hunter spots you from across the 79’s bar on Coruscant, you realize you’re in for a wildly exciting night.
Warnings: NSFW. Explicit Sexual Content. Minors DNI.
Notes: Crossposted on AO3 here.
You were one of the most expensive prostitutes in the lower levels of Coruscant. For the past two years you had garnered recognition as the woman who could make men finish with just a look, and you loved your reputation.
You had the luxury of having only a handful of clientele, who paid you for your discretion. Most of them were old, lazy politicians who were quick to finish off, men you did just to pay the bills.
The men you really enjoyed were the clones. All the pent-up masculine energy, the handsome faces and long-lasting stamina. They were mouthwatering to you, and of course, you did them free of charge.
You frequented a few bars discreetly on the side, not terribly often, but every once in a while to get your proper fill.
It had been almost six months since you had last gone out, and this time, you wanted to make it count.
You made your way to one of the popular clone establishments, 79’s, and soon found yourself two drinks in, waiting for the clones to make a move.
Unbeknownst to you, as soon as you had walked into the bar, a certain clone had locked eyes on your figure, immediately entranced.
Hunter, the sergeant of Clone Force 99, was with his crew, sitting and sipping on a beer after another successful mission. The Batchers rarely had a moment off the battlefield, and even more rarely did Hunter join the crew on their bar crawl around Coruscant.
The loud music, the flashing lights, it wasn’t to his taste.
But you? You were exactly his taste.
You wore your long brown hair down, tumbling messily down your back, and even just sitting at the bar, your curvy figure enticed him.
Hunter continued watching you as a reg approached and began flirting with you. But he wasn’t worried. Hunter could tell by your body language and your heart rate that you weren’t interested in this particular clone, and soon enough the clone gave up.
You watched as the clone “Ace” walked away from you and sighed. The crowd was rather lacking tonight. You looked up and scanned the room, your eyes suddenly falling on a table of enhanced clones, sitting off to the side, away from the other clones.
You’d heard of them before, but you’d never seen them in person. You scanned their figures, taking in the sight of the intriguing men. One was smaller and slightly squirrelly. Another was broody and had an almost angry demeanor about him. The third was a very large, muscular man. Your mind briefly flashed to what he must be like in bed before your eyes landed on the last man.
You scanned his form, tall, relaxed, strong. His messy brown hair was held back by a red bandana, and across one side of his face he bore a skull tattoo that disappeared under his shirt. You wondered exactly how far down it went.
He was exactly the kind of man you were looking for tonight. And as your eyes traveled back upward, you realized he too was looking right back at you.
He seemed almost cocky, clearly used to being in command and control, and you were immediately drawn in. He smirked in your direction before he turned back to his brothers, luring you in but ultimately ignoring you.
Now that frustrated the hell out of you. You raised an eyebrow, determined not to play into his game, but the longer it took, the more frustrated you got, and you could feel yourself getting antsy.
Hunter pretended to pay attention to what Tech was prattling on about, but he was actually listening for your heartbeat. Even over the sounds of the music, he could still hear it quicken the longer he waited to approach you.
After a few more antagonizing moments, he decided it was time. Hunter stood up from the table, much to the rest of the bad batch’s surprise.
“Where are you going off to?” Tech.
“I have a little rendez-vous,” Hunter replied nonchalantly.
“You’re skipping out on bar crawl again?” Wrecker demanded.
“Sorry, Wrecker, I’ve got other things to attend to,” Hunter shrugged, turning to go.
Crosshair raised an eyebrow and scanned the room, his eyes landing on your figure, sitting at the bar, twirling your fingers around the rim of your martini glass.
“Hope she’s better than the last one,” Crosshair scoffed as Hunter turned his back.
“I have a good feeling about this one,” Hunter chuckled before making his way over to you.
You were busy twirling your finger around the rim of your glass when you suddenly felt a warm breath on your shoulder.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?” Hunter’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine.
You angled yourself to better look at him as he sat down at the bar next to you.
“Trying to see what all the fuss is about with these clones,” you replied, your voice silky smooth as you took another sip from your drink.
“And your thoughts?” Hunter prodded.
“Some aren’t half bad,” you replied, giving him a pointed look.
Hunter let out a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate in the pit of your stomach.
“What’s your name darling?” Hunter purred.
“My nickname is Raven, but you can call me whatever you like,” you replied coyly. You only gave out your stage name to men like this, but it always intrigued you to see what they would come up with.
Hunter knew immediately that it wasn’t your real name, “Raven, hm?” He said. “I’ll pretend like you didn’t just give me a nickname. How about I keep calling you darling?”
“Like I said, you can call me whatever you like,” you replied, hesitating at the end as he hadn’t yet given you his name.
“Hunter,” he said. “The name’s Hunter.”
You licked your lips at the sound of his name. Even his name was attractive to you.
Hunter heard your heart skip and your scent changed slightly at the sound of his name. He reached out and pulled your chair closer to his with unmet ease until his mouth was mere inches from your ear.
“Shall we go someplace quieter?”
Your mouth went dry. He was making you feel a way other clones had been unable to make you feel before. All you could do was nod.
Hunter threw down some credits to pay for your drinks, like a true gentleman, before taking your hand and guiding you through the crowds and out into the fresh air.
He hailed one of the air taxis and helped you in, sliding in the seat beside you. With clones, you usually had to rent a bedroom in some shoddy back-alley hotel, but he seemed to have a place in mind. He gave the driver directions to somewhere on the surface level before sitting back, his hand falling possessively on your thigh.
“Where are we going?” You asked.
“My squad’s ship is empty while we’re in Coruscant. We’ll go there,” he replied.
You’d had sex in many places, but onboard a ship? The idea of Hunter bending you over and taking you up against a ship’s control panel was exhilarating.
It wasn’t long before you arrived at the garage where Hunter’s ship was. You watched as he lowered the ramp and you followed him up into the ship.
You scanned the ship, taking in everything, it wasn’t large, but it was sufficient for whatever missions Hunter and his crew undertook.
To the left was the cockpit with the console, to the right, the gunner’s seat. There was a small room with bunks in it and a small refresher.
You heard the door to the ship close behind you. Before you could turn around and open your mouth to comment, Hunter had pushed you up against a wall, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.
“Do you know how long I watched you for?” He asked, his breath hot but not unpleasant on your face.
You felt your breath hitch in your mouth. Normally you were the one in control during your encounters with clones, but this? This was new, and you wanted nothing more than to give in immediately to Hunter’s whims. But you couldn’t, in good conscience, give in without putting up a fight first.
“How long?” You asked innocently, looking up at Hunter through your eyelashes.
He let out a quiet groan, bringing his lips inches away from yours, but still demonstrating an admirable amount of restraint.
You itched to close the distance between you two, but you didn’t want to give in, and you certainly didn’t want to beg him.
“Seems we’re at a bit of an impasse,” Hunter nodded down to how close you two were together, only mere centimeters apart. “Just tell me what you want, darling.”
At his words, much to your dismay, a quiet sigh slipped past your lips, causing Hunter to smirk.
“That’s all I needed,” he said darkly before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.
His lips were soft, but his kiss was rough against your mouth, claiming you for the first time that night. You returned the kiss fervently, trying to regain any sense of dominance, but it was too late, Hunter was in control.
Hunter’s hands roamed freely across your body, one tangling itself in your hair, and the other on your hip, pulling your body flush against his.
You allowed your own hands to roam across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. He was still, unfortunately, wearing his armor, and you attempted to pry it off.
Hunter chuckled into the kiss.
“Need a little help there?” He asked, breaking the kiss.
You finally gasped for air, your lips already red and swollen from the few, brief moments you had spent kissing him. Your head involuntarily nodded and Hunter stepped back, his hands quickly shedding the armor on his arms and chest, his legs and the rest soon following.
As soon as he was down to his blacks only, he returned. You pulled up onto your tiptoes, seeking another kiss, but Hunter tutted.
“If I have to take something off, then so do you,” he said huskily, a grin spreading across his face as your cheeks flushed red.
You barely hesitated before reaching down and untucking your shirt from your shirt and pulling it up over your head, leaving your upper body in nothing but your bra.
Hunter let out a low whistle, taking in your smooth skin and breasts. He had been right, you were exactly his type.
He approached, pulling you back in for another kiss, this time, his hands running up your hips to your chest. It was only a couple of seconds before he had managed to unhook your bra with only one hand and slide it off of your body.
He then picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he set you down on one of the counters in the Marauder.
You continued kissing him, your arms and legs now wrapped around his body, pulling him in close. His lips soon dropped from yours, trailing down to the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of soft nibbles in his wake.
You let your head roll back and your hair tumbled down your now-bare back as he picked a spot to leave a hickey, claiming you as his.
Normally you had a policy with your clients about not leaving hickeys behind, but you couldn’t resist how Hunter was making you feel.
You felt one of his hands reaching for your breast, taking it and running a rough hand quickly over your nipple, causing you to gasp at the electric shock that coursed through your veins at his touch.
Soon his lips left your neck and made their way down to your nipples, his tongue flicking over them briefly before settling in on one of your breasts, nipping and sucking, causing a flurry of sensations up and down your body, arousing you more and more with each new sensation.
You were beginning to feel desperate for his attentions elsewhere, so you discreetly slid your hands down your stomach and towards your core, but a hand on your wrist paused your journey, causing a whimper to leave your throat.
“Now, now, darling, a bit hasty, are we?” Hunter’s voice caused you to open your eyes and look down at him. He came up and claimed your lips again before grabbing your other wrist and pushing them up above your head.
“Keep them there,” he growled.
He moved you so that you were now reclining backwards. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but your body was too needy at this point to complain.
He returned lips to your nipples briefly before they began to make their way down your body.
When he reached the waist of your skirt, he quickly yanked it off your body, your panties soon following, flung off somewhere in the room.
Hunter stepped back for a second, taking the time to admire your flushed body laid bare on the counter for him.
“Darling I can smell how ready you are for me,” he purred, sending shivers up your spine before he returned to your side, now placing painfully slow kissed on your inner thighs.
“Please,” you heard yourself whine, your hips involuntarily bucking up with need. It was almost painful how much your body needed to be touched.
“Please what?” Hunter asked between kisses.
“I need your mouth,” you said.
Suddenly you felt a warm breath on your core, and Hunter’s warm tongue slid up from your core to your clit, swirling around once before taking your whole clit in his mouth.
You let out a thankful breath, your pain alleviated by the contact. It felt incredible, his tongue slowly sucking and swirling around, taking good care of you. You allowed your eyes to close and your head to roll back, but Hunter wasn’t having it.
“I want you to look at me while I’m eating you out,” he said. “Be a good girl.”
Your eyes shot open at his nickname for you. You lifted yourself up on your forearms and looked down, your breath catching in your chest as you watched him go faster and faster.
Suddenly, you felt a finger at your entrance, gently easing its way in. You gasped at the intrusion, but soon found your body moving along with the rhythm.
Hunter let out a chuckle, “Eager, are we?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, please I need you,” you said, throwing your pride and ego out the window. Tonight, you would be subject to every one of his whims.
Hunter rewarded your admonition with a second and then a third finger, never once stopping his ministrations at your clit.
You slowly began to feel a heat building inside of you and your eyes began to close once more, feeling your body chasing your high.
“What did I say?” Hunter demanded, causing your eyes to flicker back open.
You watched as your body began to roll even faster, beginning to fuck yourself on Hunter’s mouth, unable to control yourself any longer as you felt yourself beginning to crest.
Hunter brought you all the way to your peak, your orgasm causing a string of gasps and swears to escape your lips as you rode your high. Hunter continued to use his tongue on you until you were shaking with how sensitive you had become.
“Good girl,” Hunter said, finally pulling his fingers out from you and capturing your lips again with his.
You could taste yourself against him, but you didn’t mind, you were still recovering from your orgasm, and all you could do was cling to Hunter’s blacks.
Although, you were beginning to think about how much you wanted them off.
As you came down from your high, you were galvanized into desire, a desire to see Hunter feel the exact same way, and so your hands roamed, finding the zipper to Hunter’s blacks and beginning to remove it.
He quickly helped shed it until he was only in his boxers. You leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of him for a moment.
His body was strong and muscular, incredibly pleasant to the eye. You raised your eyebrow as you discovered that his tattoo did in fact, extend down his face and neck to his waist and chest, where it stopped, just above the waistband of his boxers.
“Like what you see, darling?” Hunter asked, catching your hungry gaze.
Your eyes landed on his boxers, now tight against his body, revealing a large bulge, causing you to swallow.
"Maybe," you retorted, sitting up and slipping off the console.
Upon your feet hitting the ground, you nearly fell, Hunter quickly stabilizing you.
"Careful now," he said, smirking at how you had fallen apart at his whim.
If that's how your legs felt when he used just his mouth, you could just imagine what you'd feel like after he'd fucked you to the high heavens.
"My turn," you smirked back, sinking down to your knees on the cold floor of the ship.
Hunter allowed you to reach your hands up and stroke down his abs to the waistband of his boxers before you pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring out.
You were pleased with the size and look of his cock. He was rock hard at this point, which made the thought of him fucking you right then and there even more exciting. But you needed to be patient.
After Hunter had removed his boxers entirely, you reached out and took his cock in your hand, your tongue soon following, lapping up the precum that had beaded at the tip of his cock.
He let out a low groan, his hand reaching down and tangling in your hair as you licked a stripe up the back before wrapping your mouth around his cock and slowly bobbing down, taking him fully into your mouth until you gagged and came back up for air.
Hunter loved the feeling of your mouth on his cock and he watched as you wrapped your pretty pink lips around his cock once more and began slowly and almost torturously moving up and down, savoring the taste of him.
It wasn’t long before you felt Hunter begin to buck his hips against your mouth a little faster and you obliged. The sounds he was making as you pleased him sounded so wonderful coming out of his mouth.
You wanted nothing more than to watch him unravel before you, but alas, that would not be the case tonight. Hunter had many, many other plans for you.
So before too long, Hunter reached his hands down and wrapped them around your neck, pulling you off his cock and bringing you up from your knees. He then pulled you in for a kiss, not minding that he could taste himself on your tongue.
“Hunter,” you felt yourself tremble in anticipation. “Please.”
Hunter didn’t need to have a reason this time, he picked you up and turned you around pushing your lower body up against the console. He bent you over so that your tits were pushed up against the cold metal.
You spread your legs a little wider as he lined himself up with you. You whined at the sensation of his cock sliding up and down against your slick folds before suddenly you felt the pressure of him entering you.
You and Hunter both let out moans in unison as he entered you for the first time. Even when he wasn’t fully sheathed inside of you, he felt so good, his cock filling you up in all the right ways.
He eased himself in, allowing you to get accustomed to the stretch as he inched his way in until he was fully seated within you.
“Fuck,” you whispered, barely audible to yourself.
But Hunter heard it loud and clear, because he soon began to ease back out of you before pushing back in, slowly beginning to pick up the pace.
Every single movement felt like heaven inside of you. You allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation, Hunter’s hands firmly grasping at your hips, his breath on your back, his cock stretching you from the inside.
As Hunter picked up the pace, he suddenly grabbed your knee and bent it up to rest on the side of the console, giving him greater access to go even deeper, driving a whine out of your chest with each thrust.
All you could hear was Hunter’s breathing and groans and the sound of your skin coming into contact with his as he fucked you.
But you didn’t want to just be fucked. You wanted to be fucked senseless.
Hunter’s grip on your waist changed, one of his hands grabbed your hair at the base of your head, pulling your head back and causing you to arch your back up off the console. You gasped as he roughly turned your upper body so that you were looking into his eyes as he pounded into you harder.
“Oh fuck,” you found yourself getting louder, your whispers turning into yelps.
“There’s my good girl,” Hunter said darkly, his pupils blown wide with lust and admiration at how well your body took his cock.
He too was experiencing a high, intoxicated by your body and the way it reacted to each of his movements. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing out the sensations in his cock, causing him to swear.
“Fuck mesh’la, you’re so tight,” he said, finding a new nickname for you.
You didn’t even care what it meant, it was sexy as hell, and you loved the way he looked at you as he pounded into you.
“It’s your turn,” he suddenly said, pulling out and leaving you whimpering at the lack of contact.
He helped you stabilize your feet on the ground before taking a seat in one of the chairs. He motioned for you, and you approached, straddling his lap.
You wasted no time at all before you reached down and guided his cock to your entrance before sinking down until he filled you once more. You captured Hunter’s lips with yours, drawing him in. Hunter rested his hands on your hips, gripping tightly, desiring nothing more than to see you bouncing on top of him.
This time, it was your turn to set the pace. Feeling like you had regained some of your usual control, you went to work, swirling your hips around him.
You watched his eyes close, loving your ministrations, but you weren’t going to let him get away with that.
“Look at me,” you instructed, finally finding your voice again.
Hunter opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow as you swirled your hips.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck for a little more stability as you rolled your hips and started on a good pace.
“Stars you feel amazing,” Hunter echoed his earlier sentiments, gladly giving over some control to you.
The pace was slower than before, but you both lavished in the intimacy of you riding him. He soon buried his face into your neck, kissing and biting again, causing you to let out a moan.
You could feel your legs shaking, the effort from earlier beginning to take its toll, so Hunter began to assist with the pace, going faster. Soon, he lifted you up and was thrusting upwards, giving you a new sensation as he reached impossibly deep, causing you to let out a loud moan.
You know that you wouldn’t last much longer at this pace, and unless he had the stamina of a god, he was getting close too.
Without missing a beat and without pulling out of you, Hunter suddenly grabbed you and stood before laying you down on the floor.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,” he said, and you truly believed him.
He began pounding into you, causing you to slide a tiny bit backwards until your head was up against one of the baseboards of the ship. You threw your hand up to protect your head as he pounded into you.
He leaned down and captured your lips one more time, and you clenched around him, feeling the heat build inside you.
Hunter reached down and used his thumb to swirl around your clit all while finding your pleasure deep inside. The sensation of his lips, his fingers, his cock, his breath, was all too much for you, and you felt a sob escape your mouth.
“Fuck, Hunter, I’m so close,” you said, louder than you meant to.
“I know, mesh’la,” Hunter grunted, “Be a good girl and wait a little longer.”
“Please Hunter,” you found yourself begging again. “Please.”
Hunter was quiet for a second, feeling you begin to twitch and clench around him, desperately trying to prevent your orgasm before he gave the word.
“Hunter!” You cried out, one final beg.
At his words, you felt wave after wave of pleasure hit your body, sending you sky high, the only thing that mattered was the way Hunter made you feel. You heard your voice continue to cry out his name as he kept up his pace, chasing his high. Your body began to shake at overstimulation as you clenched around him again and again.
It was a matter of seconds before he finished, you could tell he was about to pull out to finish.
“Cum in me,” you said, opening your eyes to catch Hunter as he acknowledged you.
At that, Hunter buried himself deep, his orgasm cresting as he began to fill you up. You loved the feeling of his cum inside you, and you clenched around him, drawing out his orgasm until he too was shuddering at the pleasure and stimulation.
Finally, he gently rested himself down on top of you, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you as you both came back down to the planet.
“You did wonderful, darling,” Hunter’s husky voice drew you in.
All you could do was mumble a response, still too weak from the dual orgasms and all the exertion.
You lay there for a few more moments until finally Hunter slipped out of you and slowly stood. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but you were grateful when he reached down and scooped you up.
Hunter carried your weak form to the ship's small refresher, where he set you down on the shower ledge and turned on the warm water.
You were only half aware as he bathed you, still reeling from pleasure and exhaustion as he cleaned up the mess you had both made. As he washed your body, Hunter secretly admired the hickeys he had left behind, retracing his steps and kissing each one.
He cleaned himself up also, and when you finished, he pulled out a clean towel, drying you off.
By this point you were more aware, but exhausted, and for the first time ever with a man, you were hoping he wouldn’t immediately kick you out. Cuddling with Hunter sounded nice. Wonderful even.
He returned wearing a pair of clean trousers and he helped you pull on a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, which hung loosely down just past your ass.
“Let’s get some sleep,” Hunter said, his voice had taken on a much more gentle and kind demeanor, much different than the brazen and flirtatious tones from earlier.
It was warm and comforting, and you soon found yourself lying in one of the bunks on the ship, wrapped up in his warm embrace.
“That was really good,” you muttered as your eyes began to close.
You could feel Hunter’s chuckle beneath you as you cuddled against him. As you drifted off to sleep, you just barely caught his response.
“Yes it was, mesh’la, yes it was.”
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