Totally Radical!
synopsis: Hank 3 gets some alone time with you and decides to make the most of it! In the most totally rad way of course!
pairing: Hank 3 (date everything) x Female!reader
word count: 1.8k
tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn without Plot, Penis in Vagina Sex, Slight Humour?, Reader Insert, No Use of Y/N, Male Ejaculation, Vaginal Fingering
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“I can’t believe I get to do this with you, dudette.” He says casually as if he’s not collecting the wetness that seeps from your slit, his eyes filled with adoration and yet lust.
It was just you and him, Hank number 3. Usually you would have a bit of your fun with the other hanks, being reused like the same clothing being hung on different hangers. But a part of you always had a little bit of a preference for a particular odd number.
You didn’t mean to. It just simply happened, you couldn’t help yourself. Whenever one Hank was buried inside of you, giving you pleasure that you thought was inconceivable for those colourful himbos, your eyes would peer into those green circles of his. How he would take in every single detail of your face etched in pleasure and need, like he could see the very white burning heat inside of you. But now, he was giving you that very same stare but right up close. And on top of you.
“I’d never thought I’d get you all to myself. I’m happy I get to be greedy with you, bro babe.” The wet noises amplify as he gets you ready for him, his pale freckled thumb stroking in nice circles. You whimper at how you want more. “It’s so rad…” He mutters softly as he moves a finger into your needy hole, which gathers a response of a shaky gasp.
“And you’re like, super wet too…Was it from me touching those sweet nips of yours earlier?” He says in that soft yet friendly tone of his, you wondered how he could make it sound so arousing.
You shake your head no gently, with a blur of heat tuning along your cheeks. He was almost right but to be honest, that wasn’t the thing that had you completely soaking in front of him.
He chuckles, giving a nod as he finally takes a guess he believes is the right answer. His finger goes in and out, in a the similar motion a wave does at the shore. “Oh I know, I think it would be from me having a total make out sesh on your clit…Is that what got you so wet like this, babe?”
You nod eagerly, before a word interrupts the conversation of your pussy and his finger. You choke on your words as he adds another one, rubbing that spongey spot inside of you. “Ah…Yes….It felt really good, Hank…” You grind upwards a little bit on his fingers, as he just watches you get riled up. He can’t help but have that familiar corny yet smug grin.
“I could tell, you were like totes digging my tongue. It was so fucking hot hearing those moans of yours…” He pauses before starting to stroke the top of his neglected dick that had been standing by for attention, using your sticky substance as lube. He lets out a breath as his precum drips onto your slit. “So gnarly…”
“But I think I know what would soo much better, don’t you think?” He starts to rub his pink head against your folds, up and down then up and down. “So much cooler than me touching your tits or eating you out…Which is still totally wicked by the way…” He breathes, almost wanting you to say it for yourself. He’s annoying that way.
You whimper, letting your mouth hang a little open. “I…I think you being inside me would be totally rad, Hank...” She looks up at him as she rubs her pussy back against his hard and ready dick, watching how his face flushes almost in the same hue of his ginger curls. She emphasises again. “You putting your dick in me…And making me cum…”
There’s that smile. Corny yet mischievous. Corny yet completely infatuated with you. “I can’t ignore a chick when she’s begging for it can I? That would be supes lame of me.” He lines himself up with her puckering hole that’s eagerly waiting. “Especially when that chick is as super hot as you, baby…”
He slides into you, the same way that a hanger would slide onto a metal bar. Nice and slow, an easy glide. That’s why it probably feels so familiar to him. Like home. He lets out a pathetic whine as you suck him in, his eyes fluttering as he props his forearms up either side of your head. Your eyelids weaken as you let out a gasp of relief and pleasure, giving him such a lustful yet sweet look. He doesn’t know how you do it.
This is so much better than him just watching..
He stares at you, gazing into your very eyes. “Fuck yeah…Keep on looking at me while I stuff you full…” He grunts lowly, as his tip slowly meets the end of you. He’s so big, it feels like the end of you in now in your fucking stomach it seems. But you don’t even care. “God, that’s so hot…Such pretty fucking eyes…”
“Wow, you’re…so deep…” She gasps out like his dick is stuffing her lungs. Her fingers dig into his skin, holding on for what’s gonna come (hopefully her). She has to blink a few times to adjust to the feeling, her legs wrapped around his warm waist. Her eyebrows knit. “Holy crap…”
He shudders at his words, letting out another deep and fulfilled grunt as he fits it all in. He gives his dick a small nudge inside you, just to really settle in. “I know, babe…But you’ve taken me so well, it’s crazy…”
He starts to thrust slow yet deep, just to see get warmed up. Because he really wants to show you a good time. Mostly because he’s smitten with you, but also so he can brag about how good he fucked you later to the other hanks. They’d totally dig it.
“And…oh, fuck…you’re still taking me so well aren’t you? Can you see how much I’m stuffing you right now?…Can you feel it, baby?” He almost rambles as he starts to quicken his thrusts to a steady medium pace, shifting to hit a good angle at your spot. Which leaves you starting to pant loudly and let desperate moans fall out your bitten lips.
God, he looks so hot like this. Diving into your hole like he was taking deep breaths in and out in an oxygen deprived place. The ruddy blush on his cheeks, his ginger curls falling on his forehead…It was everything. And it was obvious with the sounds you were making.
“Ah…I feel it, Hank…You’re so deep in me…I feel it so much…” Your face almost looks like a slight wince, but it’s a wince of pleasure.
“Oh my god…You’re doing so good already…” You can’t help but praise him, knowing how much he loves it.
He huffs out a small smile before closing his eyes and putting in the work, like he had something to prove. The wooden floor creaked and creaked like something was bouncing on it repeatedly. “Shit baby, I’m so glad…So tight and warm…Like a fucking glove…” He pants roughly as he watches every expression.
He stutters out between your wanton moans. “Can I…put your legs on my shoulders? Can I, baby? Can I…make you feel better?” He begs and you have to oblige.
“Yesyesyes, Hank…A-ah…Do it and fuck me harder please…” You moan out with complete bluntness and honesty, getting lost in the absolute electricity that’s running through your core. Your bashfulness before was lost on you. “I need it so bad…”
“Right on, babe…” He follows as his slightly sweaty hands hurry to place your calves on his shoulders, your toes flexing to the ceiling of the room. Your combined moans are like an awesome symphony, playing off of each other. Totally wild and rad, as the Hanks would describe it if they were here to spectate.
“Mmpfh…that’s right…I can see how much your enjoying this…Just lay there and take it for me…So…Fucking…Radical…” Each word is punctuated with a rough pummel of his hips, absolutely desperate to fuck you silly. And silly it did. Your moans were wobbling with each gyration of his hips, as one of your hands slowly slid down as you succumbed to absolute bliss running your body limp. You didn’t know how much you could take, with your feet bobbing up and down against his earlobes. You gave him a look that showed your end was near, and it looked like his were too just barely as you began to rub your soaked clit sloppily with little brainpower you had left.
“Fuck yeah…” He was glad you were doing that before he was on his last thread, but he was a proper cool dude and cool dudes always let chicks finish first. It was one of the rules of the Hanks lawfully abided by. His thrusts got a little sloppy but still fast and punishing as his gripped onto your ankles by his ears. “There you go, babe…You’re almost there…Let Hank know how, ah shit…rad you’re feeling…!” He squeezes his eyes for a few seconds, allowing himself only that amount of time before he sees you lose it below him. And he thinks he might go to heaven at the warm gush he feels around him, squeezing him and keeping him so deep inside.
“Holy crap, Hank…! I’m…I think I’m gonna cum…!” You stutter and so does your bottom lip, as your eyes go unfocused and your stutter turns into a beautiful whine of ecstasy. At least that’s what he thinks because that sound makes his hip stutter and his load buried inside of you, filling you up in large spurts. Who knew a coat hanger could hold so much inside of him? His dick throbs intensely as he grunts into a few whimpers, so pathetic in the hottest way possible.
“A-ah God..! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life…ngh…Holy fuck, dude…” He grits his teeth, riding it out with you as he comes to a slow stop eventually. You both let out a deep sigh, covered in sweat. Her features and whole body slump and relax, as she mentally notes down to let him have a turn next time.
He gives a dopey smile as he comes back to earth partly, gently moving your legs off his shoulders and lying next to you. He was considerate enough to not cover you in his sweat, which was slightly metallic scented. Which…made sense and wasn’t a bad smell, it was almost a little comforting. (Maybe next time you could see if that translated into him tasting just like it too.)
He turns his head to look at her, looking dazed and like the luckiest man on earth. “So radical…”
You chuckle lazily and turn your head to him. “Yeah…Totes rad.”