#daddy hank

Poor Judgement

The neon glow of the bar’s sign buzzes above you, casting a green hue over the locked glass door of a dive bar tucked into a gritty corner of New York’s Lower East Side.

 It’s 1:17 a.m. and the city night is filled with the sounds of distant sirens and the occasional stumble of late-night stragglers. 

You’re leaning against the window, your breath fogging the glass, heart jumping as you peer inside. 

Hank Thompson, all six feet of him, is stacking barstools, his San Francisco Giants cap low over his blue eyes, his sandy blonde hair peeking out in soft curls at the nape of his neck. 

His broad shoulders strain against his fitted black T-shirt, and his muscles flex with each barstool he stacks. Hank is all power and presence, and you’re utterly gone for him.

You knock on the glass lightly, and his head snaps up. Those sharp blue eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, teasing smirk forms on  his full lips. 

He strides over, all confidence, and presses his big palm against the glass right to yours, his voice, muffled but clear cuts through the window. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You tilt your head, batting your lashes, playing coy despite the heat rising in your core for him. “Let’s go back to your place so you can take advantage of my poor judgment.” you tease.

Hank’s smirk deepens, eyes glinting with intent. “I depend on your poor judgment.” He confirms his voice low, like he’s already imagining what’s next. 

He holds your gaze a beat longer, then gestures with a tilt of his chin. “Meet me out back.”

You’re around the corner in seconds, pulse racing. The alley is narrow, smelling of damp concrete and stale beer, but when Hank steps out, locking the bar’s back door, the world narrows to just him. 

He flips his cap backward to see his hands lock up under the alleyway light, exposing more of that tousled sandy blonde hair, and when finished, he walks toward you, all heat and promise. 

You’re on him before he can say a word, your hands sliding up his firm chest, feeling the hard ridges of his pecs. He chuckles, deep and warm, catching your wrist in one big hand.

“So eager for me,” he teases, but his free hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up. “We have all night,” he whispers, his full lips pressing onto yours, heavy and demanding. 

Your mouths slide together in a hard, hungry kiss, and your already lost in his taste—whiskey and mint, all heat and control. His tongue sweeps against yours, and you press so close you can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palms.

You barely make the block to his apartment, stopping every few steps to make out like teenagers. At one point, he backs you against a brick wall, his massive frame caging you in, one hand braced above your head. “You’re gonna wreck me before we even get there,” he says, nipping your lower lip, but his grin says he’s loving every second. 

By the time you reach his building, he’s fumbling with his keys, and you’re pressed against his back, hands slipping under his shirt to trace the tight muscles of his abs. 

He groans softly once he opens the door, and turns to pin you against the entry wall, kissing you so fiercely your knees buckle. His cap’s still backward, blonde curls spilling out, and you clutch at them, anchoring yourself as you lean into his kisses, earning a low groan from his chest. 

You’re a mess, hands sliding down to his firm biceps, practically climbing him as his hands roam your hips, squeezing hard enough to make you moan as he grinds his hard cock against you. Your mouths devour each other, heads tilting, lips and tongues clashing with reckless hunger

You’re whimpering into his mouth, when a door creaks open and an elderly woman in a bathrobe steps out, clutching a trash bag. 

“Come on kids get a room” she snaps, eyeing you both with unamused disapproval.

Hank pulls back, trying not to flash a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Ms. Kitty.” He says lowering you down and tugging you toward his door, unlocking it with a quick twist as you both step inside.

His apartment is small but quaint, a shrine to baseball, Giants pennants pinned to the walls, a New York borough map framed above the couch, empty beer cans on the coffee table. 

The air smells faintly of his cologne and something warm and unmistakably him.

You’re barely inside before he’s on you again, kicking the door shut and pulling you close. His hands are everywhere, roaming and possessive, sliding under your shirt to grip your waist. 

You feel tiny against him, fragile but cherished, like he could easily break you but he never would.

“Bedroom,” he says, his voice rough, and you nod, too caught up to speak. He leads you down a short hall, his hands guiding you with a firm grip on your hips.

The bedroom’s dimly lit by a warm amber glow from a small bedside lamp, casting soft shadows across the bed. You pause, heart pounding, as you turn to him. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Hank.”

His brows lift, intrigued, as you step back, to the bed pulling off your top and lowering your skirt to reveal the orange lingerie in Giants colors beneath. It’s a lacy bra and panty set that hugs your curves just right and Hank’s eyes darken with desire as his jaw tightens taking you in.

“You’re a goddamn dream, you know that?” he says, his voice low and thick, utterly enraptured as his blue eyes lock on to yours. 

He places his hat on the bed as he begins  undressing too, kicking off his Puma sneakers and pulling his black shirt off over his head, revealing the hard lines of his chest and abs. 

You bite your bottom lip, arousal surging as your eyes rake over his strong chiseled form, your eyes filling with lust by how impossibly hot he looks.

His sun-kissed skin is ripped with muscle, his thick arms flexing as he slides out of his jeans. His white boxers cling to his thighs, the outline of his large cock straining against the fabric with a faint trail of blonde hair leading down from his navel.

You’re practically drooling with want, but he just smirks, picking up his cap and settling it back on his head.

“Wearin’ my Giants colors,” he says, his voice low and husky, blue eyes glinting with pride. “Gonna make you my MVP tonight.” he says, and you grin, loving his claim.

He gestures you to him with his hand, a dark, seductive look in his blue eyes. “Crawl to me,” he says, his voice low and commanding, and your heart races at the possessive edge in his tone.

You climb onto the bed, crawling slowly, your eyes locked on him as he watches the way your hips sway, your breasts framed perfectly by the lacy bra. 

When you reach him he lowers one big hand, and you rest your chin in his palm, gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes.

He pulls his lower lip in with a slow bite, arousal written all over his face. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice filled with promise, and you ache for him.

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “You want me so badly, don’t you?” He says, his voice a seductive tease, and you nod, breathless, as he straightens back to his full height.

“Show me how much,” he says, his hand lowering to his boxers and releasing his thick, heavy cock, its size daunting as your eyes widen with desire.

You look up at him, eager to please, your lips parting wide as you take him into your mouth. His hand slides to the back of your neck, guiding you with just enough roughness to make you moan around him. 

He slides his cock in and out, as far as it will go, and you’re lost to him, eyes watering, loving his taste, how he takes control, how he makes you want to be his.

The sounds become lewd, a loud sloshing noise as you whimper around him, your core clenching, your panties soaking through. Your eyelashes flutter as he guides you faster, your cheeks hollowing as you suck harder.

He groans, the sound heavy with approval, his blue eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watches you. “That’s it, keep that mouth working for me,” he says, his voice low and controlling with a teasing edge cutting through. “You’re trying so hard to please me, aren’t you? Fuck, I love seeing you desperate like this.”

You’re beyond aroused now as you press your thighs together, desperate for friction, and your mind numbs from the sensation as he fucks your mouth, your moans vibrating around his cock, aching for release.

He suddenly pulls out, a loud slick sound, as you gasp for breath, chest heaving. “Fuck, you suck my cock so good,” he says, his voice rough with approval, “But I’m not ready to come yet, I want more of you,” He says, as his hand returns to your jaw, pulling you up to him. 

His lips crash into yours, full and demanding, tongues tangling in a heated in a desperate kiss, your mouths moving together in raw passionate need. His hands slide up your waist as you pull back from the kiss to stare at him. 

“Hank…I can’t get enough of you,” you confess, your voice filled with lust as your fingers trail along the brim of his cap. He looks at you with reverence, his blue eyes darkening. “I want you in every fucking way,” he confesses, his voice low and ravenous.

He tilts his head and kisses you again, your mouths sliding together with an all consuming need.  He pulls off his cap, tossing it aside, his blonde hair falling loose, framing his face. 

He’s stunning, his broad shoulders rolling as he slides your soaked panties down your legs, the fabric clinging to your slickness. 

You step out of them, and his hands trail up your thighs, gripping the backs to brace you as he trails kisses down your stomach. “Gonna eat you out until come for me,” he says, his voice heavy with promise.

You nod eagerly standing on the edge of his bed, the perfect height difference for him as he settles between your legs. 

His mouth meets your pussy, and his tongue slides in hot and relentless teasing your sensitive folds as you moan desperately, your head tipping back as chills roll up your spine feeling Hank eat you out.

You’re soaked as his tongue rolls expertly over your clit, teasing and sucking it with pleasure. “Oh, Hank… so good,” you moan, incoherent praises spilling from your lips. 

Your hands thread through his sandy blonde hair as he rubs his mouth between your legs, grazing your sensitive skin. He starts flicking his tongue in quick, precise circles, as his fingers slide in spreading you open, making faint cries fall from your lips. 

The pleasure throbs in your core, his rapid licks and gentle nips at your clit enough, to make you clench inside as his fingers coax you to the edge, and your body trembles as you suddenly come with a soft cry escaping your lips. 

You’re lightly headed and breathless as he easily guides you onto his lap. He settles on the edge of the bed as you sit on his thighs, his large hands sliding up to the back of your neck, pulling you into another heated kiss. 

Your tongues clash, breaths mingling desperate and needy as his lips claim yours with unrelenting hunger. His rough hand strokes his cock already thick and ready. “Ride me,” he whispers, his voice firm. “My cock is so fucking hard for you.”

You nod, arousal consuming you, your mind a void of bliss, lost in the heat of his words.

You straddle him, the tip of his cock hot and thick as you sink down slowly, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he fills you and stretches you at the same time. 

His hand holds the back of your neck guiding you, as his other hand lowers to flick the clasp of your bra and sliding  it off. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good on me,” he breathes kissing your neck before leaning in for more, his tongue swirling over your nipple.

Your back arcs pushing your chest to his face and he sucks your nipple into his mouth, sending tingles down your body. 

“Hank, please,” you gasp, desperate, your pussy so wet as you roll your hips, your barely able to focus. 

“Keep going, your riding me so perfect” he praises, sliding his mouth to your other breast. His warm breath fans over your skin before he pulls your nipple into his mouth and the wet suction makes your core clench as your moans turn soft, breathy, almost angelic.

“I know that sound so well,” he says, voice low and hushed. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” You nod, lost in him, and his hands grip your hips, guiding you to sink deeper onto his cock. 

“Let me feel you,” he whispers, and the sensation of sliding up and down on his cock is so good that your thighs tremble feeling the how achingly deep he reaches in your core. 

“So fuckin’ good,” he groans, staring into your eyes, his pleasure evident in the way he tilts his hips, angling his cock perfectly as you slide up and down on it, his full lips parted, his blue eyes hazy with lust.

You’re a whimpering mess, chasing the rhythm he sets his hands guiding your hips as he watches you with an intense, ravenous gaze. 

His cock is hitting so deep it’s overwhelming, and your core throbs in pleasure. His fingers glide around your clit until a slick mess coats the base of his cock then he flicks and pinches it, until you’re begging breathless. “Hank, please fuck,” gasping for breath.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he says, widening his thighs and angling his cock up into you. Your eyes roll back, hands sliding to his neck as you feel up thrust up. You bounce on him, trying hard to keep balance as he pistons you up and down in his lap, his pelvis smacking up against yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good on my cock,” he praises, his voice rough, and his words send you spiraling, a loud moan escaping as your arousal peaks.

The sounds of his thrusting become loud, almost obscene, and he groans deeply with each one, his abs flexing, until his thrusts are so fast and hard you begin to climax.

Your pussy throbs, a wet smacking sound filling the air as you moan his name and you start to orgasm.

“That’s it come for me” He says and you tilt your head back, too lost in pleasure to even form words. Your body arches, hips grinding down hard, taking his cock deeper as your thighs quake, the pleasure making you rhythmically squeeze around him, chasing every last moment of ecstasy.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he groans, his eyes closing, his entire body flushing pink. “Fuck, I’m done for,” he rasps, his voice raw with pleasure.

He starts to come deep inside of you, his cock pulsing fiercely. “Fuck yes,” he groans, his voice raw and triumphant, guiding your movements to milk every last drop as he throbs spilling more.

When you both finish, shuddering and breathless, he pulls you up into his arms, his cock slowly slipping out of you with a slick, wet sound, leaving a sudden ache of emptiness. Your chest heaves as you breathe against his ear, feeling the loss of his warmth.

You’re both covered in a sheen of sweat as he guides you to the middle of the bed laying down to rest you against his broad chest. 

His fingers stroke your shoulder, his blue eyes softening as he gazes into yours. 

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he says, trailing his fingers along your temple, his thick bicep flexing.

You glow under the praise, but there’s also an ache…your heart wants more. You already know you’re desperately in love with Hank.

“Your something else too” you reply softly your fingers sliding over his chest. 

Your eyes are filled with want as you look deep into his, desperate for him to make it official, to claim you as his. 

He doesn’t say it, instead he just nestles you a little closer and you give in to the overwhelming exhaustion of your body.

As you drift off to sleep, his lips softly kiss your forehead, and you think, maybe, just maybe, Hank is in love with you too.

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