The Hank's Extreme Adventure [Smut Edition]
Summary: The Hanks x Fem!Player OC. When Beth is dating a group of five tiny himbos simultaneously, it is an adventure all on its own to try and wrangle them to do anything. So, when one opportunity presents itself to have a nice, intimate evening, who is she to say no?
Featuring the canon tiny sizes of the Hanks and the author’s first venture into actual smut.
Contains: Macro/micro, extreme size kink, mentions of crushing but that never happens, trapped in clothing, mild penetration?, Mouth play. Not honestly sure how to tag this. If anyone wants to give me a suggestion, please do.
Wordcount: 3.2k
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“House Homie!”
Beth jumped a lot these days when she opened the closet in her bedroom, usually for two reasons. One, the sudden chorus of greeting, and two, whatever sunt the Hanks were doing at the moment made her want to wrap them up in bubble wrap forever.
Don’t get her wrong, every time Beth opened her closet, whether it was to bring up fresh laundry, organize her shoes, or just have a chat, she just loved that the Hanks were always the ones who greeted her with five bright smiles and jokes and flirting. She just wishes that nearly every time she opened the closet door that the Hanks were not in the middle of some very dangerous stunt. (Or, something that looked dangerous anyway.)
Like right now. Hank 1 was hanging from the metal bar, his back arched around it, Hank 3 was hanging onto his arms, Hank 4 was hanging onto Hank 1’s legs, Hank 2 was between them- kind of holding onto both Hank 3 and 4, and Hank 5 was over Hank 1’s middle, his own arms and legs wrapped around the bar.
“What are you doing?” Beth set the newly organized box of trinkets on the ground and quickly raised her hands beneath the tiny men.
“Extreme stretching!” They cried in unison, like that made sense somehow.
Beth blinked twice in disbelief, then sighed softly. Well, she supposed the weights of the other Hanks on Hank 1’s limbs would assist in stretching out his back or something. “Well, could you all drop into my hands, please?”
“Alright!”
Quickly, Hanks 2, 3, 4, and 5 untangled themselves from Hank 1 and dropped into her waiting palms. Hank 1 slid like a particularly soggy noodle off the metal curtain rod and landed on top of the rest of the Hanks in a brightly colored heap.
“Were you all stretching extremely for something in particular or because you wanted to make it look like you were tearing One’s limbs off?” Beth brought her hands close to her stomach. With her foot, she slid the freshly organized box of trinkets into the closet and then nudged the closet door closed.
“Uhm…” 5 started, rubbing the back of his neck, a flush settled over his face.
“Well…” 4 looked away, his freckled cheeks becoming bright red.
“You see…” 1 tried, and then quickly closed his mouth, darkening in embarrassment.
“It’s like this,” 2 started to try and stand up, but he made eye contact with Beth and instead went boneless back in the tangle of limbs.
3 had managed to get free of the pile and stood up. His face was red, but he was not embarrassed at all as he loudly declared. “We want to bone!”
Now Beth felt her cheeks erupt into heat. “Ah… is that all?” her voice had jumped up an octave.
“Yeah!” The other Hanks had somehow managed to untangle themselves.
“Whadda say, House Homie?” Hank 1 put his hand on her thumb, giving the pad of her thumb a gentle squeeze with his calloused, tiny hand.
“… I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Some version or another of ‘we’ll be fine!’ erupted from the group of little men cradled in her palms.
Hank 3, ever frisky, climbed up Beth’s arm, straddled her shoulder, and put his hands under her chin, trying to tip her face his way for a smooth line delivery. But alas, she could only turn her head so much or risk knocking him to the floor, so it was more awkward catching him out of the corner of her eye than anything else.
“C’mon, Giganta~ You know we can take it.”
Her face burned and she shifted the other four Hanks into one hand to grab 3 off her shoulder in a quick movement. “Is it an extreme sport now to fuck a giant? One that will certainly crush you all into dust by accident?”
“It isn’t an extreme sport, really…” 3 leaned down and planted a kiss along the side of her finger, looking up at Beth with the flirtiest of eyes, “But it’ll be extreme if you’ll let us have the honor of bedding you, Giganta.”
“A-and you all feel this way?” She looked to her handful of himbos.
There were four fervent nods, and a chorus of “Totally!”
“We’ll be super safe.” Hank 2 leaned forward and patted her wrist, “We’ve been planning this for, like, weeks now. We’ve got all kinds of safety equipment ready to go.”
“O-oh… well… if you promise me you’ll all be safe.”
“Aw yeah!” Five identical voices rang out at once.
The next thing Beth knew, she was taking her close off in front of her audience of small daredevils. They were already down to their underwear, their regular brightly colored jump suits seemingly vanishing some time between Beth agreeing and her lowering them all down to the bed. Beth now was standing with her back to the bed, unbuttoning her pants when she heard them start to hoot and holler.
“Gnarly tease, amiga!”
“C’mon, Giganta! Face this way!”
“Let us see those jeans roll down your curves!”
“Strip show! Strip show!”
“You watched us dress down, homie!”
Face a flaming red, Beth turned to face her miniature harem. She hooked her thumbs in her belt loops and slowly tugged her jeans down. They rolled down to about mid-thigh before she had to use her feet, stepping on the pant leg to get her jeans down on the floor. She straightened up, exposing her now bare legs and her pink underwear that had a strawberry pattern scattered across it.
Hank 4 threw his arm over Hank 1’s shoulders and the pair started hooting and barking. Hank 2 howled dramatically and tried to thump his foot like a cartoon against the bed, but it didn’t really work on the squishy surface. Hank 5 had his head tilted back and his mouth was agape. Hank 3 pumped his fist in the air a few times and then whistled like he was at the end of a show.
“C’mon, you guys are my hangars, you’ve seen me in less clothes before.” She tried to cover her face a little while the Hanks kicked up a fuss.
“That don’t mean it’s any less smoking hawt!” Hank 4 called back.
Hank 3 made air traffic control motions. “Aaand what would it take for you to park that ass right here?”
“No! I’m not doing that.” Beth took a tiny step back from the bed, nearly bumping into her glitching dresser. “We promised each other that I’m not sitting on anyone. I don’t wanna actually crush anyone.”
Part of Beth knew at some point in her life she had sat on and broken a clothing hangar. She had never been small, even when she was young, and forgetful about where she put things. All she could hope that the hangar she had crushed in the past hadn’t been Hank 6, or 7… or 8. But they would have said something if they had seen or remembered her being responsible for killing one of them in the past, right? Right?!
They shook her out of her thoughts when Hank 3 got boosted up on Hank 4 and 5’s shoulders. “Take your shirt off!”
A smile pulled at her lips. They really did love her.
Beth hummed what she thought was a sexy little tune as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and off. Her bra was a simple beige one, just a step up from a sports bra, honestly, but the way that the stack of Hanks tumbled over and they all started barking like dogs, it was like she was wearing some lacy little number.
She leaned forward and let her hands fondle her own breasts for a moment, grinning at her tiny paramours. “Should it stay on?”
“Totally!” Hank 1 scrambled closer to the edge of the bed. “It’ll be like, the gnarliest compression massage ever!”
“You planned on climbing in my bra?” Beth tilted her head slightly.
“We got this whole epic thing planned, brah!” Hank 4 held up his forearm, and all Beth could see were black scribbles that were way, way too small for her to see. “Lay down already!”
“We gotta scale that sweet bod.” Hank 3 rubbed his hands together.
Beth carefully maneuvered around the band of excitable adrenaline junkies, kneeling on the bed for a moment and then lounging back against her pillows. She took a long minute to get comfortable, adjusting her pillows to prop her up slightly, and made sure her legs could comfortably move over the side of the bed, and while she considered maybe asking the Hanks if they’d be comfortable with Ben-Hwa joining, she heard a quiet clank.
She had to do a half sit-up to see what was going on. The Hanks were all in the circle, and Hanks 2 and 3 were being fitted in what looked like climbing harnesses. Hank 4 was threading the rope attached to the back of Hank 3’s harness to some kind of brace that went around his lower back, tying the pair together.
“What’s all this?” Beth asked, equal parts amused and curious.
“Safety precautions!” Answered her chorus of himbos.
“We wanted to make sure this was all highkey safe!” Hank 2 yanked on the rope that secured his own harness, notably not tied to any of the other Hanks, but it was much longer than the rope on Hank 3’s harness. “This is just in case you swallow me.”
“Swallow- what are you planning on doing to me?” Beth laughed softly. “Or, I guess, what do you plan on me doing to you.”
“We all got some positions we wanted to get in with you, Giganta.” Hank 3 assumedly wiggled his eyebrows. “Hank 1 and 5 are gonna get in your bra, 2 is the lucky guy who’s gonna be all up on your face, and I’m getting between those legs, baby.”
“So what is Hank 4 doing?” Beth absently ran a thumb around the elastic of her underwear, snapping it against her hip. “I wouldn’t want him feeling left out.”
“I’m Hank 3’s spotter!” He tugged on the rope connecting them. “In case he gets too deep, I can pull him out.”
“And he gets to get all up on your thick thighs in the mean time!”
She had to laugh at that. Sex with the Hanks involved safety ropes and a spotter. How silly, how creative, how responsibly safe. They really had come such a long way since blindly trusting their sponsor to have their best interests in mind and hand-waving off safety concerns. “So, I need to hold the end of Hank 2’s rope since he’ll be in my mouth?”
Hank 2 nodded and showed that he actually had a lot of rope connected to the back of his harness. Well over one of Beth’s own arm lengths. “You can tie this off to your wrist or something to stop me from falling too far.”
“I would hate to choke on a piece of a clothing hangar.” Beth grabbed the end of the rope and started winding it around her hand and fingers, eventually lifting Hank 2 into the air and letting him dangle over her chest, a smirk on her face. “I think you boys should wear climbing gear more often, it suits you.”
Hank 2 was a bright red mess as Beth lowered him to her chest. “I was gonna climb up you.” He mumbled.
“I’m impatient~” Beth let the safety rope pool across her chest, only grabbing the last little bit to tie off to her wrist. There was plenty of slack for her to move around as needed, but it would stop him from any bad accidents. “Five whole men in my bed with me, and I had to pull one on top of me to touch me.”
“You’re ready?! Awesome!”
That seemed to spur the other Hanks on, the remaining four racing over the duvet cover to get between her thighs. 1 and 5 got boosted up onto the tops of her thighs by 3 and 4. Before her eyes, 1 and 5 raced each other up her thigh, stomach, and then Hank 5 reached her chest first, slamming his bitty hands down on her bra in a quiet declaration of winning the foot race.
Not that it seemed to dim anyone’s competitive spirit, as when Hank 1 made it up there, he just climbed right up onto her chest and got down on his hands and knees to climb down into her bra. While the pair of them got comfortable, Hank 2 made it up her pillows and climbed onto her forehead from her hair.
“Wow, babe, you look so Gucci from this angle.” He crawled down and shuffled a little, and after a moment, he firmly planted his ass on the bridge of her nose, knees digging into her cheek bones, and his chest laying between her eyes. Even with her eyes crossed, he was just a blur with a safety line running down her face.
“What are you doing, Two?” She had to resist the urge to bat him off her face so badly.
“Just admiring you.” He sighed, nestling against her skin. “We’ve gotta be the luckiest Hanks ever.”
“Mph!” Beth’s hands fisted into the bedsheets, and she had to press the back of her head hard into her pillows to not throw Hank 2 off as she felt Hank 3 slide his warm body into her underwear and, as far as she could tell, immediately put his hands on her entrance. “Wa-ARN a girl first!”
“Sorry, Giganta!” Hank 3’s voice barely reached her ears as he at least seemingly pulled his hands back. “I’m gonna start touching you now!”
And touch her he did. There was already heat tightening in her lower belly as she felt Hank 3 start exploring her privates with his hands, the unexpected strength in his small body more than making up for the lack of size.
It certainly did not help that Hanks 1 and 5 were fully settled into her bra by now, she could feel their warm, well-toned bodies grinding up against her breasts. One of them, probably Hank 5, was using his whole body to squeeze her breast, and she knew Hank 1 was peppering soft kisses all over her skin.
Just as she was thinking about saying something, whatever it was fled her mind as Hank 2 shifted. “I’m gonna get in position. Don’t bite me.” And he slid off her nose without further warning. His arms now were around the bridge of her nose and he was essentially in a split over her mouth. “Uh… this isn’t right. Hold on.”
Beth flexed her jaw, and Hank 2’s foot slipped. It took a little maneuvering, and she nudged his other foot with her tongue, but his legs slid into her mouth. His arms still desperately wrapped around her nose, forcing Beth to open her mouth around him to breathe. She had to grab his safety rope and lift him out of her mouth for him to let go of her nose.
“What are you - gah - what are you trying to do here?” Beth’s stomach twitched as she could feel Hank 3 exploring deeper.
“I dunno.” Hank 2 sheepishly dangled before her face. “Your mouth just, it excites me, and I wanted to get closer.”
Beth couldn’t help the coo that escaped her throat. “Then let’s try something diff- hnm- different.” She set the rope between two fingers and pulled tight, forcing Hank 2’s back against her fingers, then locked it in place by twirling the slack around one finger. She lowered her hand until Hank 2 dangled just above her face and eagerly pressed her lips to his body.
She felt him whine softly as her lips enveloped his face, smothering him in kisses. His hands gripped her chin and his legs scrambled for something to brace against that wasn’t her throat as she refused to let him breathe. With a heated spark of mischeif, she parted her lips and swiped her tongue against his face.
Hank 2 gasped when she finally pulled him back. “That was, like, wow.” He squirmed slightly in his harness, making little grabby hands at her face. “Again? Please?”
Beth didn’t respond with any words, just brought him back down to her lips and continued to smother Hank 2 in kisses.
It was like fireworks going off in her mind as she held him tight, exploring each other to the best of their abilities. She couldn’t think straight with how she could feel their hands on her, the way that they each demanded her attention with their movements, their squeezes, their touches, the fire in her belly threatened to overwhelm her.
“A-a-AWESOME!” She heard all five voices ring out at once.
With Hank 2’s torso in her mouth, she could feel how he flailed for a moment in pleasure and then fell completely limp.
They’d all seem to have fallen limp.
Beth had to come down from her own high of pleasure to remember to pull Hank 2 from her mouth and push herself to close enough of a seat to check on the rest of them. One and Five needed to be pulled from her bra, Four picked up from between her thighs before she crushed him.
“Where’s Three?” She lifted Four, and found that there was just the other end of the harness, empty, dangling from where it was attached to Hank 4.
“He’s in a happy place, dawg.” Four lazily nuzzled his face into her thumb. “He was tired of my tuggin’ on the harness.”
Beth had to tip her hands and drop her exhausted pile of himbos onto a pillow and fish Three out from her underwear. At least he wasn’t in too deep.
“Heeeeey, Giganta.” Three, damp from head to toe, laid listless in her palm. “Did you have fun?”
She had to wrestle visible relief off her face upon seeing that he hadn’t been crushed or drowned or something. “Y-yeah, Hank. I had fun.”
“Awesome.” He flashed a thumbs up and then flopped back down, completely limp.
Beth laid down, moving her pile of adrenaline junkies to her chest where she could catch her breath and keep an eye on all of them. Several of them moved to lay against or on top of Hank 3, burying the ginger one in their pile of bodies.
“Lucky.” One of the mumbled, and the sentiment was shared around several of them, shoving at each other playfully. “Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.”
“What a babe.” Four sighed and actually looked up at Beth. “You’re the best, house homie.”
A smile she couldn’t stop spread across her lips. “Aww, thank you.”
For a few moments, there was a comfortable, lovely silence. The air unit kicked on, the water rumbled in the pipes as it went to the dishwasher, the sun lazily shown through the window, and Beth tried to just ignore that there might have been witnesses to these escapades.
“Are you up for round two, Giganta?”
Beth snorted softly and gathered them all up. “Nobody goes into my mouth until you all get a serious bath.”
“Deal!”
