Madness Combat Bullshitttt

Murder Mate [Hank x Reader]

(I belong in horny hospital.
Pic ain't mine)

The deadliest, most wanted man in Nevada, Hank J Wimbleton himself, was in your goddamn area. Basically in your line of sight, if you risked being seen by him in the open. That's probably not the best idea though, especially since he's obviously super tense and pissed-looking. He looked ready to murder the next living thing he'd see, and you'll be damned if you'd risk running at him and being his next target, so you continued staying in your hiding spot.

You could hear Hank having a full conversation likely through some communication device and blah blah blah you damn well know what. He sounded pissed, but not as pissed as his body language communicates. You weren't exactly in the best spot either, but you'd definitely be seen if you even tried to go to another. Hank has the eyes of a fucking hawk, and you don't think his anger level will exactly slow him or anything like that. He LIVES off what he does, he does it for fun. You've yet to dare use a weapon against him, it'll reveal that you're here. He might not think it is YOU you, but he'll know SOMEONE is still alive.

You're already pretty terrified, your heart pounding harder than when you hit the floor just in time to dodge his notice. You weren't even very hurt. No stabs, no nothing. You focus back on reality when you hear Hank yell at whoever he's talking to in frustration. Something breaks and it's LOUD. Sounds like a metal door for one of the buildings or something. You almost want to see it, if it would be in your line of sight, but yeah fuck no.

Guess you gasped a little too loud from the sound of the torn off door hitting the ground CLOSER to you, because you now hear footsteps get closer too. You make yourself as small and as hidden as you can, but you don't doubt that you'll be found anyways. You put your hands over your face to keep yourself quiet. You see his shadow right by your spot, knowing damn well he's not even ten feet away from you now. You bet he can hear you breathe because of how quiet he's being now, like he knows someone is here.

Once you see his shadow disappear and hear his steps fade, you let out a relieved sigh. You kept it as quiet though, or as quiet as you could. For some reason, you feel like you kind of wanted to be caught. Why? You have no clue, but your face starts heating up a little at the thought of him. You roll your eyes internally at yourself for possibly crushing on the bloodthirsty killer, but the feeling wasn't leaving. You sigh, frustrated at yourself.

From your audible exhale, mentioned killer stalks his prey, hidden from your notice. Now he is simply waiting on the time to catch you. Hearing and seeing no sign of him, but still feeling preyed on, you peak out very slowly. You flinch at little movements you thought were from him, but slowly get comfortable poking your head out more. Once you think you're safe, you sigh and turn around with closed eyes, leaning against what hid you.

What scares the fuck out of you is the feeling of being lifted up by someone. You were flipped to face back from them too fast for you to see them, but you have a hard guess on who it is. You get flipped around again after being taken into one of the cleared buildings, now pinned against one of the walls. You don't know if you should actually look at them or not, but you felt you really should, and so you did.

Nevada's most wanted killing machine, Hank himself, was pinning you against one of the buildings at your work. "You think I never would've noticed you?" His voice is deep, masculine, and strangely smooth, but with a side of metallic due to his torn off jaw a while back ago. You've seen him MANY times, but you never thought he saw you. You seem to be wrong though, with how he seems to know who you are. "Good hiding, but my eyes are faster." His voice gave you chills, making you feel even smaller compared to him. You analyzed his whole form, suddenly taking in all the details you got up close. He was.. way too fucking hot.

How pissed he seemed and what he's well known for only made him hotter to you. You're face is a noticeably different shade, and Hank was taking interest. After being scolded for not following doc's orders to not kill today, and refused the right to another murder spree, he's way too riled up to just let this all pass. You can see his absolutely ripped body covered in scars of various kinds and times, and you know well that he could just crush your body with his hands alone. You almost drool over the sight you're enjoying, not catching that Hank sees and fully knows what's up with you.

Hank easily choses to not kill you, but he still isn't letting you free. If he can't go get that addictive adrenaline rush one way, you'll give him it another way. He splits your legs wide open for him, watching your blush intensify before he leans into your neck to treat it rough. He listened to you struggle to silence your noises as he bit, nibbled, sucked, and explored from your neck to your collar. He holds your hips against his through the whole thing too, you feeling something harden against you over time as he made you noisier.

You were already warm down there before A
all of this, but this only made it hotter. You whimpered a bit every time his hard rubbed against you right. He was only getting more animalistic from there too, grinding his hard against you more and rougher. You were submissive to him before any clothes were off you two, but goddamn were you two enjoying it.

He growled a bit loud and literally ripped your pants off, the horny fucker. He pulled your undergarments off and freed his throbbing length. He slightly groaned from the free feeling before teasing you more, thrusting only his tip in and out of your soaking hot cunt while giving you more hickeys. Your moans only got harder to silence, you now not even resisting the action down there. In fact, you were encouraging it to try to get him to get more of himself in though you knew he might not even fit. He kept teasing you though, even if he himself was already needy from the start.

Eventually, he holds your hips firmly as he thrusts wayyy more of himself in. You call out in a mix of pleasure of pain, surprised from the sudden force. He immediately starts fucking you, and you didn't even try to stop him. The pain was oddly pleasing, and it only got better over time. Eventually, he just started pounding your insides like a damn door. You were a shaking moaning mess, already about to cum, but he's not even halfway near his own. "O-oh Hank!~" you called as some strange feeling just unleashed, making you feel high off some drug. Hank kept going, almost using you like a toy, only getting rougher with you every time you'd cum.

By the time he was balls deep in you, you couldn't even form three words at a time. Your every moan was loud enough to be heard for a good distance, even Hank's been moaning too, panting like a dog in heat. He was having way more fun now than he did murdering your technical-coworkers a while ago. Your body shook with every few thrusts he'd make, feeling every little bit of his dick destroy you. He snarled as he felt you tighten again, hearing your moans rise in pitch as well, the both of you feeling his dick twitch in you wildly more and more. "Y/n" Hank's primal instincts only held more control over him, fucking you so good that you could barely scream just his first name.

His cock twitched wildly before he held your hips against his tightly, balls deep, filling you up to the brim. You could only moan and shiver at the feeling of his hot seed spill deep in you, your legs useless to you now. He sets you down on carefully, you kinda fall limp when he puts you down naturally. You're still just experiencing pure bliss as your body is just simply useless right now, and probably will be for a long while.

Your Nevadian murder mate carries you over to a make-shift bedding, laying you down in it first and getting in with you. He wraps his arms around you and lets out a very satisfied sigh. No longer aggressive and pissy, you can feel him purr. You, basically falling into a nice and deep sleep, begin to purr too, feeling safe in his arms.