hiiiiii 👉👈 im back with more passion about hank.. 😊 could we pretty please get hank/male!reader smut? (anything with hank on bottom.. ☺️☺️) please and thank you <3
a/n - i ate thjs request and it was very yummy. it’s 1:30am and i am so tired but filled with so much passion. update, it’s 11am and i cooked!
warnings - SAY GEX!!!! dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!olson, they’re so freaky, handjob, cum, established relationship and biting
olson’s moans echoed on the walls of your empty house, and thank god the curtains were closed too. the scene inside couldn’t be described as remotely close to wholesome.
you had your hand against hank olson’s clothed cock, teasing him through the fabric of his shorts. your other hand was around the back of his neck, and leaning his neck towards your mouth. you nibbled and licked on his skin, his sweet skin, leaving small bite marks which would definitely be seen later. the smaller male was wiggling and whimpering against you, the sensation was too much for him. you felt him grinding back into your hand, trying to get more and more pleasure. you took your hand away, making him whine even more pathetically as you slid it under his shirt. the sweat that perspired underneath his shirt made it stick to his sides, and you had to help him get out of it.
you saw his chest heaving up and down, littered with marks from your previous sessions. believe it or not, olson loved this. he loved being someone who was pampered, cared for, and a little degraded, and made to be someone else’s. he was too busy basking in the pleasure he got looking at his own marks to notice you also yanked his shorts down.
“already hard? guess you were just waiting for me, huh?”
you teased, your hand slowly pumping up and down his cock. it twitched in your hand, precum leaking down his shaft. he kept whimpering and moaning and pleading for more. his need for pleasure was an obsession when it came with you. and you liked to believe no one could satisfy him like you could.
“tell me hank, tell me or i’ll stop.”
you said sternly, scanning his face for any sign of words. after a few seconds he choked out,
“god-god damnit yes! i was waiting for you-!”
his voice was strained and pleading, humping your hand.
the sticky heat of your living room made the atmosphere more erotic somehow. the sloppy make out session you two were having made it almost unbearable, but you needed to satisfy him. and he needed it too.
“i want you to cum. cum for me, hank.”
you panted, the heat getting to you as well. that’s all it took, as he came all over your hand, his torso, and some got on your shirt as well. you already needed to change anyways. his moans were embarrassingly high pitched as he spasmed against you, just like they always were.
“fuck, you really got a way with words.”
olson panted, looking down at his torso.
“and hands. really good hands too.”
“let’s just get in the shower before we both pass out.”
