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[Hunter] NSFW moments outside of time
🕑 Added 2025-05-28 22:00:00 +0000 UTC
You aren't sure what wakes you. The room is still dark, the air cool against your face. The blankets, though, are warm - as is the body slotted behind you.
You close your eyes again, breathing in Hunter's familiar scent - heady baked goods and lavender body wash. It's a sweet, comfortable thing, this delicious warmth. Being with him, wrapped up and safe.
Hunter mumbles something softly against the nape of your neck, words sleep-swollen. A snatch of dreams. A whisper of something you can't reach.
You relax into the cotton sheets, face pressing into the long pillow you share. You're trying to chase your prior sleepiness, but Hunter tightens his grip on you, hand sliding low on your abdomen and clenching.
You gasp a little, surprised by the movement, and go still. Listening. Hunter's breathing is still deep, still lost to dreams, but there's a shift in it. A ratcheting of his heartbeat against your back, thumping harder and making yours speed up to match.
The covers become almost unbearably hot; you press yourself into him as if there's any space to fill. Hunter mumbles, tightens his grip -
And gives the slightest, tiniest thrust of his hips.
You moan, the noise surprising you. How quickly your body betrays you. How quickly a single motion can white out your senses and replace them with pure wanting.
You give an experimental press against him. Hunter responds with another instinctive thrust.
"Hunter," you whisper, but the man doesn't wake. You rotate your hips against him - slowly at first. When you feel him starting to harden in the thin barrier of his underwear, though, you lose the last modicum of composure.
Your grinding strengthens as you reach back and hook a hand behind Hunter's neck, drawing him in. This finally rouses him. He makes a confused noise, which shifts into a low moan, his body arching into you.
The hand on your abdomen squeezes and pulls; his hips give a firm, hard shove against your ass. The heat of his cock is trapped benesth your thin layers, insultingly far away.
He seems to think so, too, because he grunts, reaching down to wrestle off his underwear. Yours follows shortly behind, his singleminded intensity stoking the embers in your belly.
*if genitals = penis
And then it's skin on skin. Hunter bucks against you, smoothly rocking your bodies together. One of his hands finds your cock; it's already hard, already begging for him. He doesn't disappoint, his hand wrapping around you, his thumb pressing into your frenulum.
You arch and moan as he strokes you, as he thrusts against your backside. His breath is hot on the shell of your ear, his teeth nipping at your throat. The pressure on your cock tightens - only a bit, but it's enough to draw a pleading whine from your lips, the squeeze beautifully rough.
Hunter abruptly pulls away, and you want to cry out in frustration, your dick pulsing with need. He isn't gone long, though. You hear the familiar click of a bottle top, and then a slick slide of slippery fingers against your ass.
You almost whimper his name, but his hand returns to your length. It's slick with more lube, and he eases it over you with loving slowness. Teasing slowness.
Before you can complain, Hunter rocks his cock against your slick cheeks, hand tightening around your cock and jerking.
Your moans change pitch; his voice turns to a pleased chuckle against the back of your neck.
He's merciless as he works you in his fist, as he grinds against your ass. Hunter's pace is beginning to waver, hips unsteady, thrusts speeding up and shortening. You can feel the tremors begin within his body, his arms.
He's close. So close. It distracts you from your own orgasm, waiting to hear him succumb, willing him to falter before you do.
It's a stupid competition only you know about, but you won't lose.
Hunter bites out a choked groan, and you feel him come, warmth splattering on your lower back. You let out a shuddering breath in second-hand euphoria.
The second-hand part changes very swiftly when Hunter begins to work you, hard and fast. The motions are sloppy with his climax - that only makes them more delicious.
You let out a long, low groan as you come, shuddering backward into Hunter's grip. You can't get any closer without fusing your skin, but you try. You try to meld into him as you come, whimpering and shaking.
You don't know how long you drift. How long you shudder and catch your breath. But eventually, Hunter whispers sleepily, "'Morning."
"'Morning," you grin, dopey with pleasure as your body tries to slip back into dreams.
*if genitals = vagina
And then it's skin on skin. He bucks against you, smoothly rocking your bodies together. You're already slick when he angles himself to tease between your thighs. You whimper and can't even chide yourself for it. The teasing is too delicious, even though it isn't what your body needs.
His motions are a little unsteady with sleep, but he makes up for it by pressing a hand to your folds, a finger gently circling your clit. You jolt and moan, pressing into his hand, twisting your neck to steal a kiss from his parted lips.
Not a word passes between you - you rock and moan, bodies pressed close and tight. When Hunter pulls away to flip you onto your back, spreading your legs, you can only blink heavy-lidded eyes at him. When you arch your body into him, meeting his entry with a soft whine, he can only gasp against your bared throat.
It doesn't take long for you both to find your pace, your arms around his neck and his lips at yours. You gasp into one another's mouths, moans muffled as your peaks close in.
Hunter pulls back enough to haul your thighs up, legs over his hipbones, deepening the angle and making you whine. A thumb goes to your aching nub -- without any further warning, your climax crashes into you.
You clench down around him - you can't hear his sharp hiss of pleasure, your mind floating elsewhere, ears ringing. You do, however, feel how his hips piston into you, chasing his own pleasure.
He comes hard and fast, dropping down to push a bruising kiss to your mouth as he shakes above you.
"'Morning," he whispers into your skin, body shivering with aftershocks.
You smile, dopey with pleasure. "'Morning," you echo, feeling your body trying to slip back into dreams.
