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You’re just coming out of your bedroom when the door slides open. Hunter enters in full armor but holding his helmet.
You barely have time to say “hello” when he’s pressed you against the wall, his lips on yours while he divests his waist of its armor and grinds his pelvis into yours.
“Need you,” he growls, and you have no protest as he undoes his blacks and lifts you so your legs wrap around his waist and his erection rests between your thighs. You definitely have a weakness for when one of them comes to you desperate and hungry for your body. You might not have been wet and horny a minute ago, but you certainly are now.
Your arms circle his neck while, one-handed, he pushes aside your panties and slides his cock along your labia. He lets out a huffed laugh as you moan and try to mount him then whimper when you can’t. His fingers dig into the meat of your ass as he maneuvers you into position. You cry out in desperate pleasure when he finally pushes into you.
He doesn’t wait to ease the way. He’s rough and you’re pinned to the wall as he pounds his cock deep in your wet pussy and you love it. Hunter sometimes has a feral need that neither Tech nor Wrecker can replicate, a wild desperation that speaks to something in your core. You still don’t think it’s a need that is only for you, but you are the current target, and you’ll take it.
And you love it when they fuck you right after landing from a mission, still clad in plastoid, smelling faintly of dirt, oil, and the slight metal tang their ship’s sonic leaves behind.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good. So perfect. So tight,” Hunter groans into your neck.
“You like that pussy, like to fuck me? Such a slut for my cunt, aren’t you?” Something about Hunter always makes your mouth filthy.
He lets out another moan as he drives deeper, harder, your bodies flush together, the edges of his armor digging into you or slapping against your bare flesh.
“So good at taking my cock. Could fuck you all day and you’d still beg for more, wouldn’t you? Love watching you bounce on me. That pretty mouth begging for it.”
And yes, you’d beg for this, his full length slamming into you, letting you have every inch of his desire. His breath is heavy as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you feel the ghost of his teeth. It is intoxicating to be so desired.
“You need this cock, don’t you? Need my thick dick to fuck you til you can’t talk,” he grunts as his hips piston.
You whimper then steel yourself, because you can be wicked, and this is Hunter, after all. He can’t have everything he wants. Your fingers that were teasing along his scalp now grip hard into his hair, pulling his head back. He grunts in surprise.
“Let me down.” And it’s almost pain when he does, gasping as he slides out of you. “Naked. Now.”
He’s careful with the rest of his armor, stacking it on the floor before stripping out of his black body glove, interrupted occasionally by a distracting hand on his cock to keep him hard.
He kneels in front of you in the water shower as you lather shampoo through his long hair, groaning in pleasure when your nails gently scrape his skin. You soap your hands and stand behind him, washing his muscular body, reveling in having his perfect form all for you, teasing your fingertips over sensitive flesh: his nipples, his waist, his unabated erection, between his ass cheeks. Slick fingers slide into him as he bends forward, arms braced on the wall.
You want him so badly, you want to fuck him with your new cock, want to feel him around you as you drive into him, to feel his tight muscles clench around the prosthesis Tech has made for you. Two fingers barely inside him, teasing his sensitive entrance, you reach around his hips and cup his tight balls before squeezing the base of his erection then carefully stroking the length of his shaft.
“I have such fantasies about you, Hunter. So many things I want to do to you, so many things I want to see other people do to you.”
“Like…like…what,” he whispers, shakily.
“I want to watch you with a man. Want to watch you suck cock and take cock.” You smile dreamily, pressing your body over his back, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the fantasy, your hands still in him and on him. “You were the first one I dreamt about…I told you. You moan just like I thought you would, you look just as pretty as I imagined when I fuck you. The way your back arches, the way you push back to take me as deep as you can.” Your body tingles with excitement, your fingers continuing their languid torture of his cock and ass. “But sometimes I want to hear you gagged by a thick dick in your mouth. I bet you’re good at it. Are you, Hunter? Or do you just rest on pretty?”
“Never…never had any complaints.” He’s barely keeping it together, but you’re not giving him enough stimulation yet to come.
“Mmmmm…I’m sure. In my dreams, it’s always Tech–” A shiver runs through Hunter’s body that you hardly notice, lost in your fantasy and in the power you have over this strong quivering man. “–but I suppose anyone could do.” You hand on his cock slides down to give his balls another squeeze. “I think we’ve rinsed enough.”
When you towel him dry, you can’t help but admire his sculpted form. “You are very beautiful, Hunter,” you smile, before drawing him into a long and lusty kiss. He lifts you and carries you out of the ‘fresher, legs around his waist, lips never parting.
He lies on the bed, stretched out like the offering he is as you mount him.
“You don’t mind that I want to see you get spit-roasted?” you moan as you sink down on him. You know he won’t last long, not after the teasing you’ve put him through.
“Like y’re thinking about me,” he grunts, sitting up to hold you closer, his mouth on your breast. “Touch yourself thinking about that?” His fingers grip your hips, grinding you down onto him. “Tell me,” he says, when your eyes answer “yes.”
“Sometimes…sometimes…I think about…you fucking me…while someone fucks you.”
“Yeah?” You nod. His arm is tight around your waist, and suddenly he rolls so he’s on top, your knees over his elbows as he spreads you wider. “Yeah, you watch him fuck me with my cock in you? He’s really fucking us both? Every time I move, it’s because of him?”
And, “Yes.” That’s your fantasy perfectly. You can see Tech over his shoulder, Tech’s hand pulling Hunter’s hair, every movement of Tech’s body reverberating through Hunter and into you.
Hunter lifts himself up so his fingers find your clit. His hips pivot in time with his strokes along your sensitive nub and when you come, your spasming muscles almost take him with you. He just manages to pull out and pump his orgasm into your pubic hair and onto your belly.
A few minutes later, you lie in his arms, tracing the edges of the tattoo on his chest.
“Tech…does Tech know about…all that?” he asks quietly.
“Oh, um…” Post-nut clarity suddenly finds you. You never tell him or Crosshair or Wrecker these things because it seemed like that was a bridge too far. Tech knows, of course, because he always wants to know what happens in your dreams. But you’re not going to lie to Hunter. “Yeah, he does.”
“That first dream…we hadn’t known you that long. You told him then?”
“Um...I did.” You feel awkward for a moment, but…you’ve seen them together, much more intimate than people who have only ever been friends. It can’t be a surprise that you’d have these thoughts. “He’s very insistent.”
“Hmmmmmm,” he gives a noncommittal shrug.
“If…I mean…I can’t control my dreams…but if you don’t want to hear about that…stuff…”
He laughs, “Your hot as fuck fantasies? I think I can manage.” He sighs, almost wistful. “Haven’t been with…a man in a long time.”
“At least two years?”
He shifts under you. “Thereabouts.”
“Well, if you miss it, I’m down to watch.”
He lets out a full-throated laugh. “Obviously. I like to fuck, though, not just get fucked.”
“I know. I’ve seen you with Fennec. And I’d definitely watch you fuck some strapping man.” You get on all fours and crawl over him, straddling his waist, arms on either side of his shoulders, then lean down to kiss him. “You really don’t mind…?” Regardless of what you suspect, the last thing you want to do is overstep with them.
“Mind that you jack off thinking about me? Yeah, definitely don’t care.” You raise an eyebrow. “Don’t care who you’re imagining me with either.”
He kisses you. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispers hoarsely, “With whoever you want.”
And well, that’s certainly something to think about.