This Is A Gift From God

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A Climax. A Pinnacle. A Release***

Hunter X F!Reader

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Hunter tells you to touch yourself. Only problem was, you find yourself calling his name. But maybe, that’s not a problem at all.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only, explicit sexual content, female solo masturbation, inexperienced virgin reader, fingering, cunnilingus, slight dom!Hunter, friends to lovers, kinda mutual pining. Basically smut without plot. Swearing. Not proofread.

authors note: this is inspired by this scene in Bridgerton. Obsessed.

The flow of conversation with Hunter always seemed to entrance you, leaving your thoughts adrift in a euphoric haze. His commanding presence was so potent that it often derailed any coherent train of thought you had at the time. However, as you observed his intense gaze fixed upon you, your mind scrambled to grasp the gravity of his words.

"So, you've never been with someone before?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, his penetrating gaze assessing you with a discerning curiosity.

Ah, yes. That was the topic under discussion—the woeful narrative of your loveless existence.

"Nah, nothing hasn't really come up before," you replied, nonchalantly shrugging, albeit struggling to ignore the sensation of his warm breath caressing your face.

Within the confined space of the Marauder's cockpit, the two of you found yourselves alone, his proximity to your own body causing your heart to race in unmistakable testament to your now growing attraction to the man. After all, how could you not find him attractive? He was always so kind and courteous to you, not to mention he was handsome. And as you looked up at him through your lashes, trying to control your breathing, you came to realise that he was very handsome. Very handsome.

"But surely, you've had experiences," he continued, his coy query accompanied by a slight tilt of his head, as though he were attempting to discern your very essence. Considering his heightened senses, you wouldn't be surprised if he sensed the flurry of your heart trying to burst out of your chest.

“Experience?" you asked innocently, your lack of romantic involvement apparent. Hunter's mouth formed a small 'o,' a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes as he absorbed the realisation of your limited encounters. However, a part of him revels in the prospect of being the one to introduce you to what you had been missing. Yet, he didn't want to overstep his bounds.

"I mean, when someone gets pleasure from another person," he clarified, his tone gentle and patient, hoping to bridge the gap between your naivety and his desire to enlighten you.

Once again, you appeared perplexed, your innocence shining through. Just how sheltered were you?

He took a deliberate step closer, causing your back to press against the ship's wall, his voice becoming hushed, intimate. "The same pleasure you experience when you touch yourself."

"I don't think I understand," you responded, a breathless sigh escaping your lips, your senses overwhelmed by his commanding presence. How could one derive pleasure from such an act of self-indulgence? You knew it happened within a relationship but by yourself? Perhaps this was something you needed to explore and research on your own.

Hunter drew in a deep breath, his voice becoming huskier. "You do touch yourself?" he asked, his words enveloping you like a whisper, his warm breath caressing your ear as he leaned in closer. "When you're alone, at night, you have the freedom to explore your body," his gaze lazily traced the contours of your figure, "anywhere that brings you pleasure."

"How?" you whispered, a wave of warmth spreading through you, a throbbing sensation pulsating at your core. It was a new feeling that threatened to weaken your knees.

"Between your legs," he responded, his voice laden with an unmistakable intensity. “Touch yourself.”

"Then what happens?" you inquired, a mix of anticipation and desire flooding your senses. Deep down, you had a feeling you already knew the answer - something you had overheard your friends talk about at one time but you craved to hear him say it, each word increasing the dampness in your panties.

"Well, you continue touching yourself until... until you reach a climax. A pinnacle. A release." He explained, his voice filled with a raw and primal allure.

The approaching footsteps shattered the intimate atmosphere, forcing both of you to quickly create distance between yourselves. "Hunter, we've received a transmission from Cid," Echo announced, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity as he glanced back and forth between the two of you. "Did I interrupt something?"

You cleared your throat, attempting to conceal the burning flush on your cheeks and the lingering arousal. "No, Hunter was just offering me some advice," you replied, your tone deliberately neutral, hoping that Echo wouldn't see through your half-truth. It wasn't entirely a lie, after all.

Echo nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation, and then let the matter drop. As Hunter followed Echo toward the rear of the ship, he paused for a moment, his gaze briefly meeting yours before he left you alone.

What just happened?

That night, as you lay in your bunk, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind, but one particular notion lingered at the forefront: Hunter's words. ‘Touch yourself’, the phrase repeated in your mind like a persistent mantra, occupying your every waking thought. Perhaps that's why, almost involuntarily, your hand found its way to your neck, fingertips delicately tracing over your skin. You fixated on the ceiling above, your breaths hushed, harmonizing with the tranquil stillness of the ship. Your hand continued its gentle exploration, gliding down from your neck to your chest, as sensations and desires intertwined in the depths of your being.

You’re wanting to take it slowly and to savor this special moment. Bringing your hand up, you gingerly trail your fingers up and down your abdomen in little lines to start. While nothing too special was happening, your core muscles tense up and a shiver ripples through your body in reaction, followed by the stiffening of your nipples. You could not help but imagine your hands belonging to someone else, causing you to have an instinctual response to moan in anticipation. The heat that was building in you ignites even more at the prospect of what is next.

‘Between your legs’ Hunter’s voice echoes in your mind once again.

Encouraged by the feeling of those slight touches, you press forward. Or rather downward. Sliding your hands down the waistband of your nightwear, over your lap and along your thighs,incrementally zeroing in on your target. With some hunger, you start by caressing the inside of each thigh, a move that causes both of your legs to tremble slightly. You’re so close to where your body is pleading for attention, but remain steadfast at taking your time to get there.

Eventually, it got too much. You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The preceding repetitions of Hunter’s voice drummed in your mind. Finally, you allow yourself to find your heat, easing in slowly. “O-oh, ohhhh,” you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed as breathless moans part your lips.

So this is what you were missing.

Despite the feeling of your thighs wanting to close, you willed them to stay apart as your fingers begin to add more pressure between your lips. Rubbing back and forth with firm strokes and pressure, you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your bed sheets start to stick to you, sweat already starting to form as you writhe under your own touch. You’re so glad the boys aren’t there to overhear your stimulation that you no longer cared how loud your whiny and wanton moans became.

As you rub your clit in loose circles, your mind goes adrift again, this time in the haze of the pleasure that is building.

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

“Hunter.”

His name parts your lips, his face being the only thing you manage as you close your eyes.

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

“Oh, f-fuck. Hunter.”

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

You ride it out slowly in ecstasy, a near siren of squeals echoing through the ship in the process. You feel the lewd sense of a trickle of your wetness rolling down your leg, sheets thrown to the floor. A result of how much the incredible sensations have shot through you.

Your body is shaking from cumming so hard in such a quick succession, legs spasming. So you lay to let it pass by, collecting your thoughts and more importantly the man who filled your thoughts.

What had he done to you? And why did you find yourself wanting to know what he could do to you?

The next day, Hunter's behavior took a sharp turn. He seemed visibly different, his jaw tightly clenched, and you often noticed him gripping the underside of his chair, holding his breath whenever you walked past him. A nagging feeling crept within you, wondering if there was an issue—perhaps an unpleasant odor emanating from you. However, you were confident in your personal hygiene, as you were the one who showered the most frequently among the crew. So it couldn't be that.

You sat across from him and his gaze bore into you with an intensity you had never witnessed before. It was mesmerising, captivating, and his eyes held a hunger that ignited a spark of recognition deep within you. If you didn't know any better, you would swear that he was aroused by your mere presence.

Locking eyes with him, you momentarily tuned out the surrounding chatter, your focus solely on the gorgeous man sitting across from you. "Is there a problem?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

He froze, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees tightly, before eventually tearing his gaze away from you with a heavy breath. "We need to talk. Alone," he replied, his words reaching your ears with just enough volume. The anticipation in your stomach surged at his request, reminding yourself that you were writhing and moaning his name just nine hours ago in your bunk.

He subtly nodded, indicating for you to follow him. You watched as he stood, tall and brooding, before disappearing towards the back of the ship.

You waited a moment, not wanting to raise any suspicions among the others, before finally standing up and discreetly following Hunter. As you made your way, you tidied up the area around you, maintaining an air of nonchalance. Eventually, you found yourself in the cargo hold, the door hissing closed behind you, sealing you in with him.

"You touched yourself last night," Hunter stated firmly, his words leaving no room for doubt. He stood in front of you, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes hungrily scanned your fully clothed form.

Taken aback by his directness and the heat arising from his intense gaze, you felt your body respond, a flush of warmth spreading through you. "H-how did you know?" you stammered, your voice betraying a mix of surprise and anticipation.

He steps towards you, slow and alluring. “I could smell your cum on your sheets.”

Embarrassed? A little. Aroused? Extremely.

Your chest rises and falls, the weight of his words intensifying the tightness within you. "You told me how to. So I did," you respond, your voice carrying a calculated nonchalance, though a subtle tremor betrays your inner excitement.

Hunter's lips curl into a genuine smile, devoid of any smugness. "And how did you feel?" His dark eyes hold yours in the dimly lit cargo hold, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a flame of desire within you. A new feeling that you couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Swallowing hard, you feel a pooling of saliva in your mouth as his presence overwhelms you. "Like I was floating," you admit, your voice laced with a mixture of awe and longing.

With another step forward, Hunter pins you against the door, his hand firmly above your head as he leans in. The magnetic pull between you becomes irresistible, and you find yourself yearning for his closeness, craving his touch. "What did you think about?" he probes, his voice laced with desire and anticipation.

"Hunter, I..." You trail off, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Though the urge to confess your thoughts screams within you, your innocence acts as a shield, momentarily silencing your desires.

"Do you want to know what I think about when I find myself alone, yearning for release?" His words flow like liquid gold, seeping into the depths of your being, melting away any inhibitions. Unable to form words, you succumb to the power of his presence, nodding in response.

"You," he declares, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

The sharp intake of breath reveals your shaken state. "Me?" you manage to utter, your voice a mere whisper.

"Yes," he confirms, his free hand delicately caressing your face, his fingers tracing the contours of your skin. His thumb glides over your lower lip, gently pulling it down, igniting a surge of anticipation. "You can not even comprehend the depth of my desires I have for you sweetheart… the way I wish I could just say what I want to do to you. But I don’t want to rob you of your innocence."

The charged atmosphere between you both crackles with an unspoken longing. A restrained passion which left you suspended in a haze of desire and risk.

This time, you take the step closer, nose just brushing against his own. “Why don’t you show me instead, Hunter?”

His eyes search yours, looking for a definitive answer if this is what you truly wanted but the scent of you was too much for him to handle and his lips were on yours.

Fiery and intense, his lips have you extracting every moan you could possess giving him that needed confidence as he pushes you back to the door with a thud. You gasp, which allowed him just enough time to dive his tongue into your mouth, collecting your whimpers of pleasure as his fingers bite into your waist.

“What if the others hear us or walk in?” You breathe through ragged breaths against his lips, melting as his surprisingly soft lips trail up your jaw and then down to your neck, sucking on the flesh to claim you in a second.

“I’ll tell them to leave.” He chuckles against your skin, vibrations shooting through you and down to your very core. The heat between your legs resurfaces, as does that familiar sensation of your panties getting damp in arousal. “You’re so beautiful.”

You gush at his words but you can’t even string a sentence together let alone a ‘thank you’ for the compliment. He goes back to kissing your lips, dominant and wanting that made your lips deliciously plump. But, his kisses are slow, dragged out as if he had been waiting for this moment ever since you boarded the ship all those months ago.

When he pulls away, he’s staring longingly in your eyes that you easily got lost in but was overcome with pleasure as you feel his hand pluck the button of your pants with just one finger. “Can I touch you?”

You nod, eagerly. “Please,” you rasp.

His hand slides down the waistband of your pants, past your panties where his fingers instantly start to collect your slick. “Maker, you’re soaked. Did I make you this wet?” His voice trembles a touch, in awe of what he could do to you in a second.

His taste buds were already dancing at the smell which is why he couldn’t help but bring his hand out your pants and start to lick his fingers slowly, all the while keeping his eyes locked on you. “You taste delicious.”

The only reply he got was a small whine as his lips came back to yours, letting you taste your own making. His hands are back in your pants and you tremble as his fingers delicately slide between your folds, caressing you before a digit starts to seep inside you.

You gasped, hips starting to involuntarily buck at the sensation. The movement and desperation doubled when he pressed his thumb upon your clit, rotating it slowly all the while his finger curled up into you. “That’s it,” Hunter rasps against your lips, “take my fingers you pretty, pretty girl. Do you like this?”

“Feels so good,” you gasp, your forehead now agaisnt his, looking down at the sight of his hands down your pants, “I - ohhh, fuck - never knew this could feel so good.” It was true. You couldn’t deny how incredible the touch of your own hand was but to feel Hunter, expertly fingerfucking you with a smooth and steady thrum was to die for.

It’s not long until he inserts an extra finger, picking up the pace as he moves inside your pussy whilst thrusting over and over. “Good girl, taking my fingers so well for me.”

Your hand covers your mouth, your cries of pleasure blocked out but it is Hunter who used his free hand to rip your hand away and tsk. “No. I want to hear you moan.” He hissed into your ear, sucking on the lobe. “So tight and wet.”

“Hunter...” You pant, your hands coming up to sit on his shoulders as his fingers hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

He continues to finger your pussy against the door, your pants having shimmied down past your thighs and knees until they look at the floor. “Can I see your pussy, sweet girl?” Hunter asks when he notices that you escaped the confines of your pants, his cock throbbing behind his clothes.

“Of course,” you whisper, gasping at the lewd sound and feeling of his fingers seeping out of your hole as he drops to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you with desire in his eyes.

Your panties are drenched, as expected, and he does the generosity of pulling them down fully until the ship's cool air hits your cunt making you shudder in anticipation.

“You have such a perfect pussy.” He purrs, returning his hand to your sex as he lets his fingers explore you as you now writhe above him.

“T-thank you,” you gush, heart fluttering at the sight of your Sergeant between your legs. Though you waited for bated breaths for his finger to probe back into you, you gasped aloud when Hunter buries his face between your legs, tongue flicking up and down at your slit. He alternates between the lick of his tongue and gentle kisses pressing to you that you just couldn’t help but bury your hand in his hair, gripping his long locks as you pulled him in closer.

“You like this, I can tell.” He cooed against you, starting to trail his tongue against your clit with a firm yet gentle stimulus.

“Please don’t stop,” you whine in ecstasy, panting harshly with your head bowed back as he continues to caress your pussy with his tongue. You worried that you were making too much noise but at the same time, you didn’t care either. Your hips rolled over his face, his nose adding that extra bit of pleasure as it bumped against your clit.

“Can’t believe I’m the first person to eat your pussy baby; hopefully I’ll be the last too.”

With a particularly hard swipe on your clit minutes later, you careened into an orgasm more powerful than you could ever imagine. “That’s it baby, cum on my tongue.” He groans in pure delight, your juices sloshing his face and lips as your knees spasm before you.

“H-H-Hunter, fuck.” You whimper, shaking at the release he gave you. You feared you were to fall to the ground but as Hunter stands, wiping his mouth, he secures you into his arms and brings you closer.

“I’ve got you, darling. You did so well for me.”

You breathed heavily into his chest, eyes closed as a sudden wave of tiredness washes over you. He scoops you into his arms, carrying you towards one of the weapon crates and sits you on top of it before going to retrieve your pants. He’s gentle, sliding your clothes back on and then placing a kiss to your head. “Beautiful girl, do you want to know what else I could do to you?”

Yes, yes you fucking did.

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