Gentle Giant
Hank Loza x Fem!Reader
A/N: Hello my loves! I finally got some inspiration we’ll see if this lasts, but yes I am alive I’ve just been so busy since the last time I posted! I got two jobs and I’m back at school and it feels good to be busy but sad that I can’t find the inspiration to write but I’m trying. To anyone who has sent me a request I have them I think about them day and night I just gotta find the time to write them. Thanks for the support.
Prompt: I was thinking (if you can, if not you can tweak it a bit) a nsfw situation during a club house party with reader and Hank. Hank gets a little handsy and bam… I’ve been in a puddle of Hank feels lately
*Not my Gif*
Thanks again @emarie98 for the prompt!
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The party felt like any other that was always going on at the Mayans’ clubhouse with plenty of booze and women going around. And just like every other party you were at your station in the corner of the room tattooing another biker. This time it was Creeper who asked for yet another detailed and mostly naked girl plastered somewhere on his body.
“You should start charging admission for the peep show every time you take off your shirt Creep.” You laughed as he flexed under your hands.
“What are you talking about,Y/N? This ain’t no peep show, this is a work of art babe.” He flexed his arms causing one of his earlier works to move.
“I don’t think a lot of people consider a woman with busty and unrealistic tits to be a work of art.”
“Art is subjective, babe.”
“Remind me not to look at what you consider art.” You both laugh at that and don’t notice Hank and Angel in the other corner of the room talking.
“So you and Y/N, a thing?” Angel asked Hank.
“I guess yeah. Yes we are.” Hank said affirmatively, feeling a small amount of pride swell in his chest.
“You sure about that? I mean she’s a fucking woman and well you’re ... you. No offense buddy. But do you think you can handle a woman like that? Sexually? Maybe you need a helping hand, maybe she could be the new initiation for club members, you tap out and the rest of the club taps in.” He chuckled to himself and took a swig of his beer.
“Shut the fuck up Angel.” Hank said slowly, trying to keep his calm.
“Hey! I’m just stating the obvious here. I mean look at how comfy her and Creep are. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind being shared.”
“Get the fuck out of here before I really get pissed.” Hank snarled, and Angel quickly got off the couch with a chuckle and made his way over to where Bishop and other members were gathered around talking.
Hank looked over to you and Creeper and felt a spark of jealousy as you laid your hands on Creeper’s bare shoulders, the grip on his beer getting tighter as Angel’s words sunk into his skin.
“It already looks great, Y/N.”
“Thanks Creep. I’ll see you next time for another session and we’ll finish her up.”
“Looking forward to it.”
As Creeper walked away from your station you began doing a quick cleanup before you spotted Hank sitting on one of the plus couches, eyeing you intently. You made your way over to Hank and promptly sat in his lap.
“Hey baby.” You purred, feeling his strong thighs under you as you shifted to better distribute your weight on his lap. Hank said nothing, but you knew something was wrong, as you took in the white knuckle grip Hank had on his beer bottle.
“What has you all grumpy? Hmm?”
Hank doesn’t say anything, only lets out a low groan as you twist on his lap. He only wraps his arms around your middle settling his hands on your ass, his large hands gripping your ass sending a low purr through you.
“What is it baby?” You ask as you lean forward and kiss his face, first starting with his cheeks, then his nose and finally giving him a chaste kiss to the lips. As soon as your lips pressed to his, Hank got up with you still in his lap. His large hands had no trouble keeping you up and cradled to his body.
You let out a small giggle as you asked. “Hank, Honey? Where are we going?”
Hank didn’t let out another word as he walked past the other bikers and you noticed as he gave Angel an especially dirty look and you suddenly understood what kind of night you were in for.
***
“Hank, baby. What did Angel say that got you so wound up?” You both were back at Hank’s place and he was walking towards you like a predator with his prey in sight.
“I don’t want to talk about him right now. I want you to take off your clothes for me sweetheart, so I can suck on those pretty nipples.”
“Hank.” you said his name like a breathy whisper, bedplay with Hank was always fun and extremely satisfying but it was rare that you’d get him like this. Like a taut wire that was about to snap. You immediately did as he requested and grabbed the hem of your tank top and pulled it over your head, before going for the clasps of your bra. All the while Hank was following your every step as you backed yourself into Hank’s bed, and threw your bra somewhere in Hank’s bedroom.
You stood there as he closed the space between the two of you, your jeans were still on but your chest was bare before him. He reached his hand out and traced his thumb around one of your nipples, the sensation immediately causing the little bud to go taut under his touch.
“Hank.” You let out a small moan, feeling yourself get even wetter than you were sitting in his lap at the clubhouse, and he had barely even touched you yet. Hank said nothing as he took his other thumb and did the same with the other nipple, he was only giving you the barest of touches and it was driving you mad.
“Hank baby, please. I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you honey.” Hank smiled for the first time tonight.
“I need more baby, please.”
“Okay honey.” He whispered, leaning his face to yours before giving you a sweet kiss to your lips. You reached out and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling your nipples rub against his leather kutte that he was still wearing, which only added to your arousal. Hank pulled away first earning a low whine from you, before he placed his hand on your chest and pushed you back onto the bed.
“This is my favorite thing in the whole world. Seeing you naked on my bed, just for me.”
“Only for you baby.” You nodded, reaching for your jeans. But Hank brushed your hand away and took his index finger and traced it down your chest to your tummy before reaching the top button of your jeans.
“Such a good girl for me huh?” he asked as he started undoing your jeans, purposely taking his time with the top button and slowly dragging down the zipper.
“Hank, stop teasing me.” You whined as you wiggled under his gaze.
“You’re right baby. I’m teasing you for too long. It’s not fair to tease my good girl for so long and not give her what she wants.” He purred as he pulled off your jeans in one swift move, leaving you bare in just your panties, and Hank could see just how soaked you were. “Such a good girl.” He repeated the praise, as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, at the same time kneeling before you.
You watched intently as Hank pocketed the panties in a pocket of his kutte, before tracing his hands up your thighs and spreading you for him. “Such a pretty pussy, baby. Bet it tastes just as sweet as it looks.” He whispered before leaning down and placing a kiss to your clit and that almost sent you over the edge. Then it was like that wire in Hank finally snapped, his gentle teasing was gone and in its wake was someone insatiable.
Hank hooked his arms under your legs, keeping you open and spread for him as he devoured you, you let out a scream as Hank pressed two of his fingers in your heat as he sucked harshly on your clit. He wasted no time, searching your heat for that sweet spot that makes you arch your back for him. When he found it he moved those two fingers in a tortuous “come here” motion that sent you spiraling.
“Oh my god Hank!” You cried as you felt your first orgasm rip through you. Hank didn’t soothe you through your aftershocks like he usually did but just kept up the same pace, not slowly for a moment and you felt your next orgasm already start to build.
“Making such a mess for me baby. Go ahead and make another one, I’ll clean it up for you.” He said as he traced your quivering heat with his tongue before licking you clean, just so he could make another mess.
“Hank, please I can’t take anymore.” you whimpered.
Hank pulled away from your weeping heat, looking down in appreciation at your pretty pussy covered in your own arousal and thinking about how much he couldn’t wait to see you covered in his own arousal.
“Yes you can honey.” He growled, before undoing his pants and pulling them down, revealing his hard and thick cock; showing you that this was the sweetest of tortures for him too.
“You’re going to take me, baby. And everyone will know that you’re mine and no one is going to mess with that.” He growled.
You watched completely mesmerized as he stroked his thick cock, and lined himself up with you, before sinking himself deep in you.
Hank was enamored at the sight of his cock, sinking deeper into your tight pussy, watching as he was being swallowed whole by you. He groaned, bracing himself on his hands on either side of your head, as he let the pleasure of being inside you vibrate through his skin. Hank knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the pace he was setting as he pounded into your pretty pussy, earning all those sweet sounds that came from those luscious lips.
“Hank, baby I’m so close.” You moaned, your nails racking down the back of his kutte, pulling his body even closer to yours.
“Come for me sweetheart.” He ordered, his thick fingers reaching for your aching clit and rubbing it in harsh circles, finally bringing you over that delicious edge. You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, the feeling of your walls clenching on Hank’s cock bringing him over the edge with you, painting your insides with his release.
You both were breathless as Hank rolled you both so you were laying on his stomach, with Hank managing to stay inside you, as your breathing slowed. You both were speechless as your breathing calmed, you more than Hank as you just pondered what exactly happened and how you got to this point. Not that you were complaining though.
“Hank baby?”
“Yeah?”
“What happened at the club? Did someone say something?” Hank didn’t say anything and you let out a low groan at Hank’s silence. “Did Angel say something?”
“He may have said something about the club sharing you, since I couldn’t keep up with you… sexually.” He said that bashful side reappearing.
You chuckled. “Well obviously Angel is a fucking idiot but you don’t actually have to know the fucker to find that out.” You both let out a laugh at that, before you sighed, snuggling closer to Hank’s chest, listening for that thundering heart that beats only for you.
“I’ll tattoo “Fucking Idiot” across his forehead next time I see him. Bishop will approve.”
“I don’t see Bishop having any problem with that.” Hank laughed.
The silence between you wasn’t awkward but you knew Hank still was feeling insecure about what Angel said. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you in the eyes. “You know I love you though right? And not because you’re a fucking tiger in the sack. Because you got such a sweetheart Hank… and because you're a hurricane in bed. And if you want we can show Angel just how much I love sucking that cock of yours.” You smiled devilishly as Hank blushed.
“I think we can just stick with tattooing ‘Fucking Idiot” on his forehead.”
“If you insist.” You teased him, before settling back on his chest.
“I love you too baby.” Hank whispered before kissing the top of your head.