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You hear a knock on your door which breaks you from your reports you were currently writing. As a hired Mandalorian you taught the clones to fight at the request of your old friend Jango. You finish signing off the last report: another batch off to the war.
The knocking gets more frantic. Whoever it is, they’re in a hurry.
You open the door to see Hunter standing behind it and as soon as it opens he steps forward, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead to yours. The door slides shut behind him.
“Hunter, are you ok?”
The batch had been on a mission, you knew that much. Hunter always came to see you whenever they got back. You had a relationship, of sorts. You liked to think of it as stress relief but the longer it went on the more you suspected the sargeant had developed deeper feelings for you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered it. But this was wartime. A future was not guaranteed.
Hunter lifts his head off yours and grabs you head and pulls you to him as he kisses you passionately. You snake your arms around his waist, one hand sneaking down to grab his ass and you squeeze, eliciting a moan from Hunter.
“Need you.” He mumbles against you lips, eyes closed. He manhandles you against the wall next to the door, one of his hands reaching out to lock it before returning to your body, roaming all the way down until they rest on your waist. You run your fingers through his hair and give a gentle tug, something you know he loves and he groans against your neck, planting kisses there. He begins moving down, kissing your collarbone before reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling that over you head, deft fingers unclipping your bra and throwing it in the direction of your bed. His lips only leaves yours for a second while he does that before he’s moving down to gently suck on your nipple, then planting a kiss on your abdomen before pulling off your pants in one swift movement. He kisses your hipbone before dragging your underwear off with his teeth. Your core free, he kneels before hoisting you up onto his shoulders, your back firmly pressed against the cold durasteel wall.
“Missed this.” He mumbles against you before sucking on your clit that has your moaning loudly and you hands snake through Hunters hair to find purchase. He moves further down, his strong tongue pushing in and out of your soaking cunt, his nose grazing your clit which makes you buck against his face. Hunters hand on your thigh gently kneads the soft flesh there, encouraging you.
“Hunter I-“ it had been too long. You were close.
“Cum for me cyare.”
Hunter says before giving your clit a particularly hard suck which has you riding out your high against Hunters mouth. He licks up the mess you made happily before easily putting you back on the ground, hands holding you steady.
When you find your feet again you rake your eyes up and down Hunters form, his lips still glistening from your release. “You’re wearing too much.” You say before bringing him into a searing kiss.
Hunter groans against your mouth as your hands deftly remove his codpiece and you stroke his straining cock through his blacks. His dick twitches in response to your touch.
Reluctantly, he pulls away so he can remove the rest of his armour and you watch lustfully as he does so, finally removing his bodysuit so he’s standing naked in front of you.
You would never get used to his chiselled body. You frown as your finger traces lightly over a scar you knew wasn’t there last time.
“This is new.”
“Don’t think about it.” Hunter says and distracts you by lifting you up and carrying you to the bed, laying you down gently. He leans on top of you, gaze steady before his eyes flicker away from yours for a moment. Was he nervous?
“Hunter?” You ask carefully and he brings his gaze back to you.
“I wanna try something. But if you’re not ok with it that’s completely fine.”
“I’ll try almost anything Hunter, what is it?"
"You remember that toy I got you?”
You think back to when a package got delivered to your quarters on Kamino, from Hunter.
You didn’t do gifts, but you were very surprised to find in that box, a silicone replica of his dick. How he got the credits or where in the galaxy he got it done you didn’t know.
‘Something to remember him by’ was all the note said.
“Yes.”
“I want you to fuck me with it.”
“As in..” you trail off, wanting Hunter to make himself clear with what he wants.
“I want you to peg me with it. I, I have the attachments for you.”
“And you sure this is what you want?” You ask carefully.
“Stars yes. I tried, prepping myself, on the Marauder but that ship is too small and I’m pretty sure Tech heard me moan. He wouldn’t look at me for days.”
You chuckle at the idea of Tech overhearing that and just not being able to process it.
“You want to be in charge? Or do you want me to be.”
“You please, take care of me. Please.”
“Of course.” You say, reaching up to give him a chaste kiss before pulling away and flipping you both so you were on top.
“Lay face down Sergeant.”
“Yes sir.” Hunter loved it when you pulled rank on him. Especially after a mission. All he had done was give orders and all he wanted was to give up control. You did that for him nicely.
Your hands rake over his body, massaging his shoulders and waist before moving to the globes of his ass. You knead them in your hands before spreading them. Hunter reaches out and fumbles with the small crate next to your bed and pulls out a bottle of lube and throws it at you which you catch easily. You put some into your hand and coat your finger before spreading his ass cheeks and slowly circling his hole.
“Relax for me Hunter. Let me take care of you.”
Maker, he listens and you push one finger in slowly, digit moving in circles until you find what your looking for. You curl your finger up and Hunter jerks forward and moans. Found it. You keep working him open, moving to two digits, then three. You go to add a fourth to somewhat match the girth of him when his hand reaches around to stop you.
“You want to stop?”
“No, this is taking too long. I need you to fuck me.” Hunter whines.
“Where’s the-“
Hunter knows what you’re asking and cuts you off in a hurry. “In my utility belt.”
You get off the bed and quickly find the straps you were looking for, pulling them on and securing the dildo.
“On your hands and knees Hunter.” You order and Hunter complies.
You coat the dildo in more lube before you line up with his hole, a hand comfortingly on his hip.
“You ready?”
“Please.” Hunter begs and you oblige, sinking into him slowly until your buried to the base.
Hunter whimpers but you know that it’s in pleasure. You give him a few moments to adjust.
“Move. Please.” Hunter says and you slowly thrust in and out of him, making sure to angle upward to hit his sweet spot.
“Harder.” Hunter pleads and you pick up the pace, holding your hands steadily on his hips and you pull him back and forth off your cock. A hand reaches down to grab his cock.
“Not gonna.” Hunter pants.
“Cum for me Hunter. You deserve it.” You say and with a few strokes Hunter is cumming, white streaks painting your sheets. You immediately regret not putting down a towel.
You keep working Hunter through it until you feel him soften in your hand and you pull out as he flops forward, blissed out. You walk over to your adjoining fresher and get a cloth, unclipping the harness and dumping it in the sink before taking the cloth back to hunter and carefully cleaning him up.
“You’re going to have to get up.” You say.
“Can’t.”
“Hunter.” Your tone leaves no room for argument and Hunter gets up but flops against you like a limpit. You hold him before he finally steps backwards and looks at your sheets.
“I’ll change those.”
“You better.”
“Later, I said I’d bring you to dinner with the squad. I know they’ve missed you too.”
You roll your eyes and Hunter. You would end up doing your own sheets. Again.
“There they are!” Wrecker yells as you and Hunter walk into the caf. Hunter was walking a bit funny but you think he was hiding it well. You grab your food and sit down with the rest of the batch who accost you with recounts of their mission. As Hunter sits he winces, still tender.
Crosshair, who was watching Hunter carefully does not miss this and smirks. “All right there Hunter?” He teases.
“Yeah, yeah, just pulled a muscle.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Hunter, you shouldn’t have skipped your physical when we returned. If you have injured yourself on the mission we cannot be redeployed until you have been cleared. I suggest if you were hurt you go to the med centre as soon as possible.” Tech says, studying Hunter with concern.
Hunter waves him off. “I’ll be fine.”
You fail to contain a smile.