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propertyoftoru · 2 years ago

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OH MY GODDDD THE HOLD THIS FELIX HAS ON MEEE

no nut november — felix (loser #6)

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, special guest appearance, jealousy, smut (18+), fwb, protected sex, hard(ish) dom!felix, spit kink, choking, multiple orgasms, orgasm control

a/n: part of @gimmeurtmi and i’s collab <3

word count: 3.6k

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No one had expected Felix to last this long, least of all Felix himself. When he woke up to Chan’s text saying he lost, he almost couldn’t believe it. Bang Chan was one of the most competitive members of the group. He honestly thought Chris would have had a little more control.

But Chan’s loss left Felix in the final three, which felt like a big deal. Felix considers himself to be competitive as well, even though he isn’t particularly good at games. He isn’t particularly good at not cumming either, so it’s a miracle that he hasn’t yet. He hadn’t put much stake in the bet at the beginning since he didn’t think he had any chance at winning, anyway, but as more members dropped out and the finish line crept closer, he began to take it more seriously.

He’d even been so careless to have tried to have sex with you at the beginning of the month, convincing himself he could last through it, before pulling out a couple minutes in with a frantic “no no no no no!”

Felix hasn’t taken any risks since then.

You’ve been completely understanding about it, to his relief, and haven’t stopped hanging out with him even though you know you won’t be getting laid like you usually would. That type of behavior is obviously expected from a girlfriend, but you’re not his girlfriend even though he treats you like one and talks about you to the guys as if you are. They all know it’s not official and if Felix refers to you as “his girl” without actually making you his girl one more time, he’s convinced Chan’s gonna slap him. He’d deserve it, to be fair. He’s a coward and he knows it.

You’re not dating, you’re simply friends with benefits and he likes it like that- at least that’s what he tells himself. It takes the pressure off. Even though you’re not exclusive, he’s not fucking anyone else. You are kind of his person in his mind but he would never admit that out loud. He loves spending time with you and going on dates with you and waking up next to you, but at the end of the day he’s a bit of a commitmentphobe. So what if it’s a shitty excuse? He just doesn’t want to fuck up what you guys have going on and lose you completely. Maybe one day he’ll get the balls to have that talk with you, but for now he’s content with the dynamic you already have, that is until the last week of November.

The end of the month is just around the corner and victory is so close he can taste it. He’s been doing so well, resisting the urge to touch you whenever he’s near you. You’re over a lot these days, which he loves but also hates because of how hard you make everything, literally.

You’re in his bed today, dangerous territory already, but Minho and Seungmin were occupying the living space so you had no choice but to hang out in his room. Somehow you’d ended up tangled together beneath his sheets, making out and desperately grabbing at each other. Felix feels you grind into him, feels himself getting harder in response, and realizes he won’t be able to stop if you keep going like this. He’s so tempted to just say fuck it and throw caution to the wind, but he’s so close to winning that he knows he’ll never forgive himself if he gives in now.

Felix forces himself to pull back, breaking the kiss. “We should... probably stop,” he says breathlessly, hating himself for ruining the mood.

You take a moment to process and then push yourself away from him, nodding. “Oh, right. I totally forgot about the bet, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to- that I haven’t been able to you know.”

“Lix, how many times have I told you it’s not a big deal?”

“It’s not fair to you, though. I hate leaving you hanging when you’re horny.” And you seem really horny. You were all up on Felix a few seconds ago, already whimpering into his mouth and tugging at the buttons on his shirt.

You scoff. “It’s not like I’m going to die if I don’t get some dick in the next hour.”

“You’re all worked up now, though, and-”

“I promise you, Felix, it’s fine. I’ll just call Wooyoung to pick me up in like thirty minutes.”

Felix nods before he processes what you’ve said, then it clicks and he whips his head back up to look at you. “Wooyoung? Jung Wooyoung?”

“Mhm.”

“Why would he pick you up when I can just take you back home myself-”

“Lix, he wouldn’t be taking me home...” you trail off a little uncomfortably.

“What, are you guys like fucking or something?”

It’s supposed to be a joke, a suggestion so outlandish that it would break the tension but you don’t laugh. Felix panics.

“Wait, seriously?”

You sit up and cross your arms over your chest. “I mean, not as often as you and I but yeah... we hang out sometimes.”

“And by ‘hang out’, you mean his dick hangs out inside of you?”

“Lee Felix!”

“Sorry! It’s just... this is news to me, that’s all.”

That’s not all, and Felix is afraid you can see right through him but he tries to brush it off anyway.

“Are you okay?” you ask tentatively, reaching for him.

He jerks away from you out of instinct and immediately regrets it. This is not a good look for him and he knows it. He huffs out a breath and takes your hand in apology, squeezing in reassurance.

“Lix... is this going to be a problem?”

“N-no, no it won’t be,” he lies. “Just, will you stay a little longer tonight?”

You soften. “Yeah, of course.”

Felix shifts on the bed and pulls you in close, playing with your hair as you nestle yourself into his side. He thinks back to the last time he saw Wooyoung. It was at some stupid after party for The Fact Awards, just over a month ago. You were Felix’s date, he’d gone to get you both a flute of champagne from the table of refreshments, and when he came back, you were in the middle of conversation with Wooyoung.

Felix didn’t even know you knew each other. If he had, he would have invited you to more of their Strayteez hangouts- any excuse to spend more time with you, honestly.

He approached the two of you and presented you with your drink, placing his newly free hand on the small of your back as he sipped from his glass.

“Felix!” Wooyoung exclaimed and pulled the younger man in for a hug. Felix nearly spilled his champagne down Wooyoung’s back but managed to hold it just out of the way so that only a little bit splashed out onto the floor.

When Wooyoung finally released him, Felix looked between the two of you, trying to connect the dots.

“So how do you guys know each other?” he asked.

You just exchanged looks with Wooyoung and chuckled awkwardly, something Felix hadn’t caught on to at the time.

He feels like an idiot looking back on it. Wooyoung had known this whole time that they were both sleeping with you and never thought to mention it. It was technically none of Felix’s business, but he couldn’t help feeling betrayed by his friend. And Changbin! He was even better friends with Wooyoung than Felix was. He had to have known you were hooking up and also managed to neglect sharing that important piece of information. He would be having words with that man whenever you left and he got back from his girlfriend’s house.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” you whisper all of the sudden, breaking the silence. “I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I know you can be sensitive about these things so-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Felix blurts out.

“But-”

“We’re not exclusive or anything and we agreed on that. As long as you’re being safe with him...”

You nod. “You don’t have to worry about that. We use condoms, just like us. No one’s getting an STI.”

Felix hums thoughtfully. He’s honestly relieved that you aren’t letting Wooyoung fuck you raw, not because he’s worried about protection even though that is a concern, but moreso because it would imply you like him more or you’re more serious about him than you are about Felix. It’s a petty victory but a victory nonetheless.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of having you close. It’s not a very ‘friends with benefits’ thing to do so he hopes you don’t mind, but you don’t move away from him which he takes as a good sign.

“Don’t go to his place tonight,” Felix murmurs into your hair. “Let- let me take care of you instead.”

You stiffen in his arms. “But... the bet.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he rasps.

You turn a little more so that you can face him. “Felix, I’ll stay. We don’t have to have sex.”

“I want to,” he insists. “Unless you don’t?”

“No, I want to,” you assure him.

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?”

“Positive. I was all over you not even ten minutes ago, remember?”

Felix grins. “I remember, I remember. But things can change, you know?”

“You’re sweet,” you say, kissing the corner of his mouth like you were rewarding him for it.

“I try.”

“So how do you want me?” you ask.

He takes a moment to think about it. “Um, want me on top?”

“Mhm that sounds good.”

“Yeah? You like just laying there and looking pretty? Like me taking control?”

The change in his demeanor makes you whimper, stroking Felix’s ego significantly. He pushes the blankets off of your bodies and rolls on top of you, taking your chin in his hand so that he can force you to look up at him.

You arch to kiss him but he dodges you, smirking and still holding your jaw in place. You pout and try to turn your head to the side to break out of his grasp but he manages to keep his grip, surprising you both. Felix isn’t weak, but it’s usually pretty easy for you to overpower him. When you realize you can’t this time you stop trying, relaxing back into the mattress with a sigh of annoyance.

“Look at me.”

You do, eyes wide and eager. He spreads his fingers until his thumb is resting on one of your cheeks and the rest of his fingers are splayed out across the other, squeezing your face gently to get you to open your mouth.

“C’mon, baby. A little wider.” You obey easily and Felix spits into your mouth. “Swallow. Good girl.”

He’s quick to undress you both so that he can get his head between your legs, needing to taste you after going so long without having you on his tongue. You’re wetter than he expected and he can’t stop himself from groaning at the sight.

“God, baby, making a mess already. Gonna have to change my sheets after this.”

His comment makes you shrink into yourself in embarrassment. “You have no one to blame but yourself for that.”

Felix grins. “I know.”

He makes you cum with his tongue and his fingers twice, feeling a little like he has something to prove after learning that he has competition. He wants to go for another, but his cock is aching at this point and he’s worried he’ll cum his pants before he gets to fuck you if he does.

“Still okay?” he asks, checking in.

“Perfect,” you respond. “You’re so good at that.”

Better than him? Felix wants to ask, but he doesn’t. He’s not entirely sure he wants the answer to the question, not entirely sure he’ll believe you if you tell him what he wants to hear.

“Are you good to keep going?”

“Yes, please fuck me already.”

Felix chuckles. “Always so impatient.”

“You would be too if you knew how good your dick is.”

He curses, dick twitching. “You always know just what to say, don’t you?”

“I try,” you parrot.

Felix gets up on his knees and reaches over to his bedside table. He opens the first drawer and pulls out a condom, bringing the foil packet to his teeth to rip it open when you suddenly reach out to stop him.

“Let me?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.”

He hands it to you and watches as you do the same thing he was about to. You take the condom out of the wrapper and hand the trash back to Felix. He scoffs but accepts it anyway and tosses it in the bin that was easily within your reach without complaint.

You pull his boxers down just below his butt, just enough to get his cock out, and roll on the condom, jerking him a few times before you do. You’ve never done this for him before and it all feels very intimate. His breath catches in his throat when you touch him for the first time and he shudders. He makes himself stay very still as you work. One wrong move and he’ll cum all over your hand and ruin everything.

He’s in awe of how careful you are with it. You gently guide the material down his length, making sure that the elastic doesn’t accidentally pinch him in the process.

“That feel okay?” you ask once it’s on all the way.

“Mhm. Now come here.”

He hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls, yanking you forward and making your head fall back onto the pillow. Once your body is flush with his, he positions himself and guides his cock inside of you, holding his breath yet again as his name falls from your lips in a strained whisper.

God, this was a mistake. He’s going to embarrass himself, isn’t he? Why did he think this was a good idea? Why did he let his jealousy color his judgment? It wasn’t even about the bet anymore. He already knew he wouldn’t last when he decided to fuck you. He wasn’t that naive.

No, it was the fact that his pride was on the line and it’s taking all of his strength and willpower not to cum on the spot. It’s been weeks since he’s felt you, felt anything for that matter, obviously it was going to feel incredible.

Felix always cums faster than he wants to when he’s with you. The (literal) grip your pussy has on him is ridiculous. Does Wooyoung have this problem? Honestly, probably. Felix likes to think that anyone in his position would struggle.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t move,” Felix pleads. “Just. Stay like that. One second.”

You start to nod before remembering what ‘don’t move’ means and then freeze in place, mild concern replacing the lust reflected in your eyes.

“I’m fine,” he grunts out and closes his eyes, willing the feeling to pass.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m s-sure.”

He can tell you don’t believe him but you don’t press any further which he’s thankful for. You wait patiently for him to recompose himself and when he finally does, he asks you if he’s good to start moving.

“Yeah, give it to me.”

“Careful what you ask for.”

You roll your eyes and wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside of you with a smirk. Brat.

“Behave,” he warns.

“Or what?” you challenge, raising your eyebrows.

“Do you really want to go there?”

You shrug indifferently. “Haven’t decided. Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

He has to cover your mouth with his hand when he starts snapping his hips into yours, forgetting about how loud you get when you’re this worked up.

“Baby, we’re not home alone, you have to be quiet,” he hisses, even though he’d much rather hear all your pretty sounds.

“Feels too good,” you whine. “Fuck me harder, Lix! Please, harder...”

“Harder? Gonna break you in half if I go any harder.”

“Yes, yes, break me in half,” you sob. “It’s been so long. Missed this so much.”

“Will you be good and stay quiet for me if I give you what you want?”

You nod. “I can be good.”

“Are you lying?”

You hesitate. “Maybe.”

Felix laughs coldly and shakes his head in disbelief.

“But not because I don’t want to be good!” you protest. “I just can’t help it.”

“I know, baby,” he coos condescendingly. “Can’t even think straight when you’re so fucked out like this, isn’t that right?”

“Uh-huh.”

The change in dynamic is almost comical. Mere minutes ago, Felix could barely move without cumming, too lost in the feeling of your hot cunt to concentrate. Now, you’re the one gasping for air and clawing at his back like an animal. Even Felix is surprised by the amount of self-control he’s exerting. He’s using it to his advantage though, taking the opportunity to thoroughly ruin you like you deserve.

Even if you’re completely silent, the sounds coming from Felix’s room are obscene and anyone that walks by would immediately know what you were up to. Seungmin or Minho had probably already texted the groupchat announcing Felix’s loss but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make you feel better than Wooyoung ever could.

“Does he fuck you like this? Huh?” Felix is wandering into dangerous territory, he knows, but he can’t help asking. He needs to know. “Does he make you feel this good? Cum this hard?”

“No!” you cry. “No, he doesn’t!”

“Be honest,” he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat. He only applies a little pressure, just enough to make you lightheaded the way you like.

“I am! I’m being honest, I promise.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Lix, ‘m gonna... gonna cum,” you whine.

“Who told you you could do that?”

Your eyes get wide at his response, bottom lip trembling. “What?”

“Who gave you permission to cum?” Felix demands. He’s right there on the edge himself so he doesn’t really know why he’s dragging it out, but he just wants to see you squirm a little more.

Thankfully, you’re quick to adapt to the new rules. “Can I? Can I please cum? I need it, baby. Please make me cum... please tell me I can. I’m not gonna be able to stop myself if you don’t...”

The desperation in your eyes does something for him, and knowing he can’t hold back any longer, he relents. “Go ahead. Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

He’s only halfway through the sentence when your body locks up and you scream his name, gushing around his cock. If he’d waited any longer you wouldn’t have been able to obey him. He helps you ride it out by rubbing your clit and fucking you through it, letting his own orgasm wasm over him as you’re still clenching around him.

“Oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, fuck!” he groans, making a last ditch effort to stop it before it happens. But his efforts are in vain because it’s too late and he’s cumming into the condom so hard his vision whites out.

When he starts to come down, you’re still weakly rocking your hips into his, whimpering with every thrust.

Felix winces at the oversensitivity but doesn’t stop you. With how long it’s been since he last got off it won’t be long until he’s hard again.

“Insatiable tonight, aren’t you?” he muses. “Came three times and still want more.”

You frown and try to get yourself to stop without much success. It’s like your hips are moving on their own accord. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Want you to be satisfied.”

“God, you’re so good to me,” you moan and wrap your arms around Felix’s neck, making his chest feel tight all of the sudden.

“It’s what you deserve.”

He doesn’t have enough energy to hold himself up above you properly so he has you roll over onto your side so that he can slip himself inside of you and you can fuck yourself back against him that way.

While you’re doing that, Felix feels around the bed for his phone, grabbing it when he feels it under one of his pillows.

Like he predicted, he doesn’t even have to announce his loss because his roommates did it for him.

Min: Felix lost

Chris: what? how do you know?

Seungmin: we heard it happening :/

Min: and we’re traumatized

Innie: thank god i wasn’t home

Felix: you guys could have LEFT. you didn’t HAVE to listen!!!! btw changbin i need to talk to you

Min: oh no not his government name. someone’s in troubleeee

Binnie: um. 0.0 should i be worried

Felix doesn’t respond right away, wanting to make Changbin sweat a little for the trouble he’d put him through.

He puts his phone on his bedside table so he doesn’t lose it in his bedding again and turns his attention back to you. The oversensitivity had started to bleed together with pleasure and Felix could feel his cock getting stiff again. He groans and buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

There was still a lot to talk about with you. He needed to address his feelings, be honest about everything. But for now...

“Round two?”

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#i’m losing my mind over this #I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONEE #WHEEEWWWWWW

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ner-runi · 2 years ago

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These images explain more than I could ever

HUNTER GIRLIES(gn) COME GET YOUR JUICE

heyy. Congratulations on 300😘🤪🤪!!!

i literally fucking love all your fics so fucking much and was thinking of this one for awhile lol.

so Hunter with #15, #21, #28, and #30.

and i was thinking about maybe like an exs to lovers trope or on and off again relationship and hunter gets jealous and possessive. i just want him to get possessive over me 😍 lol

anyways congratulations again, you deserve it and you will continue to thrive, love youuuuu!!!

(thank u thank u thank u for your kind words 🥺💕 this was the first ask i got and an AMAZING way to begin so i was very excited to get to this!)

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HUNTER x F!READER 15. breeding 21. ❝ be a good girl for me ❞ 28. ❝ that’s my girl ❞ 30. ❝ come here and make me ❞ w/c: 2.6k

“Your boyfriend and his brothers are here.”

You swiveled your head towards the bar entrance, nearly spilling the drink in your hand when you saw the five standing in front of 79’s doors. They were in their armor, head to toe in charcoal and red like the last time that you saw them just three standard months ago. If they noticed you when they walked in, they made no mention of it. Their target was the booth all the way in the back corner, designated for most outcasted individuals like themselves.

You turned back towards the bar, running a hand down your face. “Ex, actually. We broke up before he was deployed.”

Maci snapped her head around, her purple lekku nearly hitting you in the face. “Again? What was the reason this time?”

“He said I was a ‘distraction’.” You enunciated with air quotes, making the Twi’lek giggle. Swiveling the liquor in your glass, you huffed an irritated breath. “Honestly, I don’t get why I beat myself up about him so much. Like, okay, I understand he’s hot and he’s strong and he has big muscles and,” You sighed dreamily, “His hands are just so big and warm and they just get it-”

Maci faked a gag. “Maker. You sure you’re not planning on proposing any time soon?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Hunter? Me? Getting married? Even if we did get back together, this war makes it impossible for us to be happy in that way.” Setting your drink down on the counter, you gathered your bag and offered an apologetic smile. “That’s my que. Thanks for the invite-”

“Hey, hold on,” Maci interjected, forehead furrowed in dismay. “You’re not leaving me just because your ex is here. Listen, you still like him, right?”

You didn’t hesitate to nod. “Maci, I literally love him. But if he says I’m a distraction while he’s out fighting, I’m obviously not going to make it worse for him. I know we’ll probably get back together but if he needs to clear his head until then, I can wait.”

For a few seconds, Maci stared at you as if you had grown another head. She blinked once, wet her lips, then looked at the bartending droid and said, “Do you believe her? I swear, she’s an absolute idiot sometimes.”

You slowly sat back down, questioning, “Me? What’d I do?”

“Babe.” Maci gripped your shoulders, shaking her head in disappointment. “How many times do you see Clone Force 99 in this bar?”

You took a second to think before shrugging. “I don’t know. They don’t usually hang out with the regs.”

Maci slowly nodded. “Okay well if you power up your brain and think a bit, why on Coruscant would they be here if you weren’t here?” It didn’t click until Maci’s lips slowly curled with a devilish grin. She threw her hands up in the air and said, “Surprise! I may or may not have told Tech to tell Hunter that we were going to be here tonight.”

You immediately clamped your hands over your face, whining, “M-a-a-a-ci! Why would you do that?!”

“Because you guys are miserable without each other,” she said as if it was common knowledge. “Tech and I kept in contact on recent deployment and he said that Hunter literally ranted to Crosshair about how much he misses you. You know how they’re not exactly best friends so the fact that he talked to Crosshair and the fact that Crosshair listened speaks volumes.”

“He talked about me?”

“Yes.” Maci nodded. “Enough to drive Tech and Wrecker crazy.”

You couldn’t help but look over your shoulder towards their booth. With each of the boys holding a drink in their hand, maintaining a conversation that made Wrecker snort into his cup, they looked happy and relieved to be on Coruscant for their current shore leave. Even Crosshair who was usually coiled up like a snake at all times was leaning back with a loose smile on his face as Tech explained something with enthusiastic hand gestures.

When your eyes flickered over to Hunter, you froze.

A strikingly beautiful woman was leaning over the back of his booth, grinning while writing something on a slip of paper that she then handed to him. He took it with a brief smile and tucked it into the pouch of his belt before laughing and shaking his head side to side. You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her — like she was just so beautiful, he couldn’t bear to look away and spare you a glance.

Maci followed your line of sight and immediately sagged her shoulders. “Oh, wow. Dick move.”

“Yeah,” you murmured angrily, hooking your bag over the seat beside Maci. “I thought you said he ‘missed me’.”

“Hey don’t look at me. I’m just relaying what Tech told me.”

Fueled by jealousy and irritation, you pulled down your shirt to expose more cleavage and lifted your pants to give your ass its boost of attention.

“You know what? Fuck it. If Tech said Hunter missed me, I’ll make him miss me.”

Grabbing Maci’s hand, you hauled her to her feet and dragged her to the dancefloor, stopping just a few feet in front of the Batch’s table. Maci was already prepared, hands on your hips before you could even get ready to give Hunter a little show of what he was missing. She slotted her leg between yours, guiding your hips against hers in a sensual grind that caused a few whistles to echo from the soldiers surrounding you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Maci’s overexaggerated dancing. She was really getting into it — guiding your hips back and forth and even turning you around so you could grind on her to the bass of the music. Strobe light flickered and fog swiveled, deafening your senses until you forgot that you were dancing to attract Hunter’s attention.

Maci and you just jumped and grooved to the music as if it was your last night on Coruscant together. You danced like raunchy teenagers, earning whistles and catcalls and applauses that only encouraged you to act wilder.

You rocked your head back, hands in the air with a freeing smile on your face while Maci dragged her hands down from your wrists to your hips. She palmed both sides, giving you a wolfish smile as she guided your hips from side to side, moving hers in the opposite direction.

A pair of large hands touched your waist and Maci took a step back, smugly raising her hands up in surrender. The second her hands were free, Tech suddenly walked right around you and grasped her wrist, dragging her to the bar so she could get a drink of water.

You were pulled back against a firm chest, large hands still palming your hips while guiding them in a slow grind. The smirk on your face was heated but smug, a mix of irritation and amusement. You snaked a hand behind your head, weaving your fingers through locks of long brown hair.

Thumbing his bandana, you pulled it off with one quick swoop and spun to face him.

He was frowning, eyes bouncing between you and the bandana swinging around your index finger.

“I thought you said I was a distraction,” you spoke over the sound of music and energetic crowd. “I would say this counts as a distraction — doesn’t it, baby?”

Hunter grabbed your wrist, dragging you to his chest. You couldn’t help but smile, eyes narrowing in accusation. Your attempts to remain angry were starting to dwindle, replaced by a need to just be with him.

He cocked his head to the side and lowered his head, hovering his lips over yours. “Would you be satisfied if I admit I made a mistake?”

“We tend to that a lot,” you hummed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Making mistakes. Who says we won’t make another one the second things get muddy?”

“Is this a mistake?” He murmured against your lips, lifting his hand to cup the side of your face. “Me admitting that I can’t stop thinking about you? That I can’t fucking breathe without thinking of you every second of the day? I thought I would be okay, then Tech said you were here and I couldn’t think straight knowing you’re so close.”

Hunter’s lips dropped to your neck, kissing underneath your jaw as he continued whispering words only you could hear.

“Then I saw you dancing with Maci and I thought to myself, I should be the only one making you bite your lip. I should be the one making you sweat. I should be the one with my hands on these hips. The thought of someone else touching what’s mine…” He gave your hips a tight squeeze and grunted. “Fuck that. You’re mine.”

You pulled yourself out of his touch before he could kiss any further. Wiggling the bandana in your hand, you glanced at the bathrooms then looked at Hunter with a smirk. He followed your gaze, lips twitching at your plan.

“Give me the bandana,” he said, holding out his hand.

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip as you tentatively took a step towards the bathroom.

"Give that girl her number back."

Hunter’s brows furrowed.

“That was actually for you but like I said, you're mine. Now give me the bandana.”

You cocked your head to the side as you dropped the bandana into your shirt, tucking it in the cup of your bra. You beckoned him to follow you with a curl of your finger.

“Come here and make me.”

The second Hunter took a step forward, you turned and briskly walked into the bathroom.

Hunter followed you in seconds later, locking the door behind him.

You faced the mirror when he stepped up behind you, hands already snaking up your shirt to remove it and toss it to the floor. Through the mirror, you watched his eyes cloud with lust as they traveled down your body, taking in the curves and soft skin that he missed during his absence.

He kissed your shoulderblades while unbuttoning your pants. They dropped to the ground and you kicked them off, followed by your panties. When it came to your bra, Hunter spun you around to face him. Holding your eyes, he lowered his head to your breasts where a slip of his red bandana peeked out over the cup. Without looking away, he pinched the fabric between his teeth and pulled it out from your bra.

Your expression must have been one of pure, dazed lust, drawing a raspy chuckle. He used the bandana to tie his hair up before unclasping your bra and tossing it to the floor. His eyes flickered down, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Fuck.”

You smirked and sat up on the counter, drawing his eyes down between your legs as you spread them.

“Show me how much you want me.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

You were going to be numb the next morning. Or bruised. You couldn’t really care or sit and think about how you were going to be able to walk the next day. At the moment, nothing mattered but the feeling of Hunter’s thick cock pumping in and out of your slick cunt. He had your back pressed against the wall, one leg hiked up over his hip while the other was on the tips of your toes, holding yourself up as Hunter plowed into your throbbing pussy.

He held your thigh up with a bruising grip, the other hand holding your lower back, keeping you steady against the force of his thrusts. Wet noises and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, muffled by the sound of music and the chatter outside the door.

You looked down, groaning at the slick that trickled down your thigh and stained the thigh plates of his armor. Hunter hardly cared, smirking the moment he heard your voice.

“That’s right,” he grunted, hooking his fingers into your hip. “That’s all me and you, baby. Nobody can get you this wet but me. Nobody can make you come but me, got it?”

You frantically nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat to make room for a gasp. “Gods, yes I’m all yours, Hunter. This pussy is all yours. Fuck, I need you to fill me up.”

“Yeah?” He dropped his head to the crook of your neck, panting between words. “You want me to fill up this tight cunt?”

“Yes, baby please!”

He licked a stripe up your neck before catching your lips in a heated kiss. You gasped into his mouth, moaning when the tip of his throbbing cock hit the sweetest spot in your cunt.

“Be a good girl for me and tell me whose pussy this is,” he growled against your lips, possessively biting and dragging your bottom lip before letting go. “Tell me.”

“Yours,” you wailed, resting your head against the wall as you felt the pressure build. “Yours, it’s all yours, f-fuck, fill me up, baby. Gods, Hunter, I need you so bad!”

“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “Tell me we’re never breaking up again. Say you’re mine and I swear I’ll never leave you again, mesh’la.”

You cupped the sides of his face, holding his gaze while frantically nodding. “I’ll tell you a million times if I have to. I’m yours and you’re never getting rid of me again.”

Just as you smashed your lips against his, his hips began to stutter. He jerked into you once, twice, groaning deeply and loudly as he started to spill ropes and ropes of cum, filling you up with enough to make it trickle down your legs.

As full as you were, Hunter continued. His hips continued snapping upwards against your own, pushing out the cum that continued dribbling down your thighs and across his armor. He kissed you like you would slip away — frantic, messy, possessive, and needy.

When he pulled away to press his forehead against your own, you broke like a dam and started shaking, legs trembling violently as you came. Hunter hiked both legs up around his waist, shoving you against the wall as he fucked slow but hard, snapping his hips twice against yours before coming again. He pinched your bottom lip between his teeth, holding it while you opened your mouth to let out moans of pleasure.

You stilled, thighs and legs twitching around his waist while he left his dick inside your clenching walls. Every spasm sent more cum trickling out, causing Hunter to twitch and moan at the warm feeling.

“Damn,” he hoarsely grunted, slowly lowering your legs down to the floor. He slipped himself out of your spasming walls, clipping on his codpiece as soon as he could stand upright without his legs shaking. Turning towards you, he pressed a kiss against your forehead and moved to gather your clothes but paused when you grabbed his hand.

Hunter stiffened, watching you dazedly as you guided his hands to your folds. You swiped his middle finger through your wet heat, collecting the shiny slick before guiding it to your mouth. Lust returned ten times harder than before as he watched you suck his finger clean, eyes fluttering shut when you moaned in satisfaction.

“Definitely missed this,” you sighed.

Hunter smirked and removed his codpiece, tossing it atop the sink counter. You smirked and jumped up, legs wrapping around his waist, arms looping around his head as he tipped it back to kiss your chin.

“I fucking love you,” he breathed.

“I know,” you whispered, kissing his lips. “Now fuck me again before your brothers find out where we are.”

With a chuckle, Hunter sat you down on the counter and spread your legs.

“Open wide, princess. We’re not done yet.”

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