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Dating the Hanks has been an absolute pleasure. It was a little overwhelming at first, going from being so insanely single to have 5 boyfriends was a big leap, but they made the transition as easy as they could. From talks about boundaries to being gently eased into the dynamic, it was such a smooth transition that you honestly almost forgot how it was before. You loved each of your boyfriends so much, and you loved joining them on their adventures or simply hanging out with them. Like now, when you and Hank no.1 are sitting in the living room and loading up Luigi Cart.
“Get ready to lose , Brah!” One cheers, nudging your shoulder as he settles down next to you. Rolling your eyes you nudge him back, matching his joy as you choose the superior character; Princess Plum.
“In your Dreams ! I'm a pro at this game!” You respond, ducking under One’s arm as he playfully swings at you. You swing back, barely missing before the two of you dissolve into playful fighting. You roll around on the ground, wrestling as the joyful music drones on in the background that is quickly drowned out by growing laughter. When the fighting calms down both of you are out of breath, laughing as you breathe each other in.
“Okay, okay, how about this,” You start, pushing in One’s space with a smile on your face. “Whoever loses bottoms for the night.” One gawks at your words, eyebrows furrowing before a smile grows on his own face.
“Oh you’re SO on, Homie! Get ready to be a Sore Loser !” One laughs, placing a quick kiss to your lips before grabbing his controller. “Game On!” The race is intense, rife with cheating via kicking or blowing into eyes, but the game is still close. You two switch between 1st and 2nd place continuously, neck in neck the whole game as you pull out all the stops. Your heart is beating in your chest, your eyes wide as you stare at the screen. You can see the finish line, can taste victory as the ‘1ST PLACE” glows in the corner of your screen. You’re going to win, you're going to-
You are then suddenly hit with a red shell, allowing for One to pull ahead of you and win the race.
“ WHAT! ” You shout, standing as you watch ‘2ND PLACE’ flash on your screen. You look frantically between a cackling Hank and the screen, mouth agape as the conditions of your loss sinks in. “ Hey Hank… Can’t we talk about this?” Hank no.1 grins.
“What? You a sore loser? ”
Fuck .
“ Nnghh- mmmphh faahhmmm- aahahh fuck -” You moan as One’s cock slides between your thighs, rubbing against your shaft with each thrust. You’re bent over your coffee table, a soft grip on your hair pushing you into the wooden surface as another hand on your hips keeps you still. The Luigi Cart music plays on in the background, evidence of your defeat flashing in front of you. It’s humiliating, you were so certain you’d win, and now you have to face the consequences of your own actions.
“I thought you were a pro, Dude, couldn’t even dodge a red shell, some pro .” You can practically hear the smirk on One’s face, it’s irritatingly hot. You grit your teeth, your chest shuddering as you hold in another moan threatening to come out.
“Y-you cheated .” You finally say, groaning as another thrust has One dragging against your leaking cock. He scoffs at your words, fucking your thighs harder as your sounds grow in volume.
“ I cheated? You kicked me!”
“I didn’t ! Leg sp- aah- leg spasms.” Your eyes flutter as One’s hand leaves your hips to grope your ass, fingers brushing over your hole as he tsks. One mutters underneath his breath, squeezing your ass once more before he pulls back. “That’s- mmgph- that’s what I thought, all bark- nngh- and no bite!” A harsh slap to your ass has you biting your lip, slumping further into the table even without One’s weight leaning over you.
“Yo yo!” A voice calls, causing your eyes to drift towards the doorway. Hank no.2 is standing with a smile on his face, his chest bare and gleaming with sweat. He has hickies blossoming on his neck, his pants hanging dangerously low and making you drool more than you already were. He throws a bottle from where he stands. Hank no.1 catching it with ease.
“Thanks dawg!”
“Aye, no problem gang.” Two leaves as quickly as he came, throwing One a set of finger guns and shooting you a wink and a wave. Traitor , how did he even know they needed lube? One’s finger quickly refinds your hole, squirting lube directly over you and his fingers before sinking in. You shiver at the cold gel, body weak as he slowly stretches you open. He knows how to drive you crazy, curling his fingers slightly and brushing your prostate. A small part of you wishes you didn’t make that bet, but another much, much , larger part is ecstatic.
One wastes no time, his stretching methodical but quick as the hand in your hair slides down between your shoulder blades. You can feel his thick cock pressing between your legs, the head resting just below yours and leaking. Your mind latches onto the feeling, squeezing your thighs together and drawing a groan from him as he bucks his hips. You shudder as One works his hips as he stretches you open, you often forget how big he is but feeling his dick squished between your thighs quickly reminds you.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, brah, then I’m gonna kick your ass in Luigi Cart, again .” One growls, pulling his fingers from your hole as he replaces them with his dick. The head toys with your entrance, the sticky precum warm against your sensitive skin before he pushes in.
“F- fuck -” you groan, hands curling around the edge of the table as One slowly pushes into you. Every inch has your breath stuttering, your toes curling in pleasure. You don’t bottom often, but when you did you had the other Hanks working you open, preparing you for his monster of a cock, so having just him is such a shock.
“Yeah? I bet you like that,” One groans, hands grabbing your hips for more stability, “You lost on purpose, didn’t you? Wanted my dick so bad, wanted to get me riled up so I could fuck you like you needed.” You want to refute his words, you actually did try to win, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a drawn out moan. When One bottoms out you’re gasping for breath, his hands squeezing bruises into your skin. You swear you can feel him in your throat, your mouth hanging open as drool drips onto the table.
“ Wa - wanted to- wanted to win.” You force out, rallying all of your remaining brain cells to work your mouth. One laughs at your words, slowly pulling out before slamming back in. You all but scream, eyes fluttering and hands tensing as he pulls out and repeats his actions.
“Sure you did, wanted to win this dick.” You groan at his words, whether that be from exasperation or pleasure you aren’t quite sure as One begins to fuck you in earnest. Each thrust is rough as he digs his nails into you, your pliant body bouncing with each slam of his hips. You always liked it when your boyfriends got rough with you, their muscular bodies perfect for manhandling you when they please, and they always knew how to press your buttons.
Your cock hangs heavy between your legs, aching as it goes untouched. You would take care of it yourself, but with how hard One is nailing you into your coffee table you’d be lucky if you could move your fingers. Every muscle in your body is tense, hips digging into the hard edge of the table as your knees slide roughly against the rug. Your core burns, static running through your body as One shifts your hips just enough to start fucking directly into your prostate. Your moans grow in volume, cock throbbing almost painfully as you arch away from the table.
“ Shit that’s hot, you’re hot,” One mutters, pulling out suddenly. You whine at the loss, fighting to push yourself up from the table as One grabs you and flips you around. You’re greeted with dark lust filled eyes, skin slick with sweat as he sets you on the table. “Need to see your face, love how you look when you finish.” He explains, pushing you down until your back is flush against the now wet surface. One goes to push your legs up, but he stops, eyes narrowing on your knees.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” One asks, voice taking on a more concerned edge. You blink in confusion, breathing heavily as you do.
“I’m not.” You reply, furrowing your brows at his unimpressed look before he presses his thumb into your knee. You wince at the feeling, the sensation becoming known as you let out a soft ‘oh’ of realization. You shake your head, trying for a placating smile as you reach to hold One’s hand. “It’s fine , Hank, It doesn’t hurt and if it starts I'll let you know.” One looks skeptical, eyes searching your face before he sighs.
“If anything hurts at all, tell me and we’ll stop, ok? And if you don’t, you won’t be having any sex for a while.” One growls, pushing back into you while he gently avoids touching your skinned knees as he grips your hips. You nod frantically as One picks up where he left off, slamming back into you and ripping a cry from your throat. Sweat drips down One’s face, his teeth biting harshly into his lip as he stares deeply into your eyes. It feels like he’s staring into your soul, each thrust bouncing you across the table as you try in vain to hold on.
“You take my dick so well, dude,” One moans, taking your dick in his hands as he strokes you in time with his thrusts. “Wanna feel you come- nngh- need you to.” Your eyes roll as stuttered moans and harsh gasps leave your mouth, mind hazy with pleasure as your cock leaks into One’s hand. You feel your orgasm build, nerves tingling as your muscles seize and contract. Each thrust and swipe of One’s hand feels like fire, your body hot and sweaty as you allow your body to be used in such a delicious way. Maybe you should bottom more often.
“H-hank! God, I'm gonna come.” You groan, back arching off the coffee table. Sweat sticks your sensitive skin to the surface, the two of you glistening in the low light as the sloppy sound of your coupling echoes throughout the room.
“Do it, baby, come for me.” One’s voice is rough and husky, borderline growling as his thrusts get sloppy. You can tell he’s close, his hardened cock twitching inside of you as he groans out your name. Each thrust inward grinds into your prostate, your heart beating in your ears as you moan out curses and slurred sentences. The coil in your gut pulls taught, snapping like a rubber band as you cry out. The shock running through your body briefly reminds you of the breaker box, your body tensing as cum splatters over Hank no. 1’s hands and your lower stomach.
“ Fuck , dude,” One slows his hand as he grinds his cock deep inside of you, “Look so good- mmmph- always look so good.” Your body shakes as you’re fucked through your orgasm, short gasps and whines falling from your lips with each slow deep thrust. The hand left on your hips tighten to a bruising degree, nails digging into your skin as One groans lowly. The marks would last a while, and you couldn’t help but fantasize about digging your own fingers into the bruise later. The feeling of being owned, of being marked to show you’re wanted and needed always got you going.
“Gonna bust, holy shit- ” One moans as he buries himself deep inside of you, cum painting your walls as he finishes. You shiver at the feeling, slumping against the table as a breathless laugh leaves you. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to this feeling. Well, knowing how hyped up your five boyfriends are, maybe you will. Still, the feeling is unnatural but not unwelcome. Hank no. 1 allows you to catch your breath, chest heaving and glistening with sweat as he gently rubs his hands over your thighs and stomach.
“You good, broseif? Need anything? Water, or maybe somethin’ to eat? I should run us a bath- or maybe the other Hanks already ran one… We should go check-” He looks down at you “-Or maybe I should clean you up with a rag while you drink water, good idea.” One gently pulls out, massage your calves as he sets you down completely. You nod along to his words, watching as he practically sprints away to go fetch supplies. It's funny seeing how committed the Hanks are to you and each other, you once saw Hank no. 4 jump the stairs to restock the snack stash after Hank no. 2 mentioned wanting gushers.
“ Aaannnd time! ” One shouts, a bottom of water in one hand and a packet of wet wipes clutched in the other. “That was sooo fast, homie, I almost broke the fridge.” One smiles, bounding back over to you and placing the water down. He was rather fast, in fact you swore you kept your wet wipes upstairs by your makeup… Eh, well. You take it gratefully, pushing yourself up (with help) and drinking the water while One softly wipes you down. Each swipe of the wipe is soft, careful of any sore spots as One chatters on about something or the other.
Cheery music catches your attention, your head tilting to look behind you at the still running game of Luigi cart. An idea flickers in your head, and after hanging around the Hanks for so long, you knew it was a bad one.
“Best two out of three?” A cheeky smile graces your lips, a smile that Hank no.1 quickly returns.
“Oh you are
ON
, Homie!”