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Muffled voices from the hall had you stirring awake. When you tried to rise from the bed, you found yourself pulled tightly against a strong bare chest. The man beside you groaned, his arms pulling you even closer. Glancing up, you saw him looking down on you. Eyes still droopy with sleep, a soft content smile on his face. His bright orange hair fluffed up in adorable bed head. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was husky as he continued to fully wake up. 

“I heard the others in the hall. I wanted to see them off.” You said. 

“They’re just getting ready. You know you’re stuck with me today.” He lifted your chin lightly, bringing your lips to his. 

Softly, he gave you a kiss. One that you whined into. 

“Can’t I just say goodbye to my alphas?” Pulling back, you gave him a pout. 

He pressed another kiss to your lips.

“No, we agreed on this. Don’chu remember?” 

“I doooo, but it’s so hard.” 

“Imagine how it’ll be for them?” He nuzzled into your neck, mouthing at his mark. “I’m barely containing myself right now.” He nipped at it, making you keen. 

“Haaank…” You whined. “It hasn’t even officially started yet.” You mumbled, looking down. 

Lifting your chin again, Hank gave you a serious look. 

“That might be true for you, but you smell fucking righteous right now, man.” To emphasize his point, he leaned in. Breathing deep, your scent flooded his senses. “Yeah, righteous…” He drawled, practically drunk on your scent. 

By now you were likely a few hours out before your heat officially began. Your pack decided it was best that Hank 3 stay with you when it started. He had the most sexual stamina and would be the best one to ready you for the others. This time you definitely needed to be prepared. 

Half a year ago, Hank 5 had stood by your bedroom door awkwardly. Softly asking to come in when you approached. Of course, you invited him in. However, you were surprised he had shut the door behind him. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you about this… privately. Mano a mano, ya feel?” 

Your alphas certainly had a way with words, even if they weren’t typically used in the right context. 

Giggling softly, you motioned for him to join you on your large bed. Slowly, he padded over then sat on the edge. Back stiff as a board as he searched for the right words. You could smell the anxiety on him, so you wrapped yourself around him. Immediately he relaxed, then sighed as you covered him in your scent. 

“Thanks. I’m just a lil’ nervous. We don’t talk about the serious stuff, yo…” 

“What’s on your mind, Alpha?” The way you said his title had him shivering. 

“Well, remember that conversation we had? The one about future dreams?” He asked, a blush growing on his cheeks. 

“I do.” You nodded. “ You said you wanted to be a dad.” 

“Yeah…” He paused. Holding his breath, he wondered how to proceed with this conversation. 

While you and the guys were encouraging of his future goals, he didn’t know when exactly you would all be ready to proceed with it. 

Seeing the inner turmoil on his face, you lightly placed a hand on his thigh. 

“Hank, do you want to have that baby now?” You asked softly, eyes sparkling with adoration. 

Jumping in in surprise, he lifted his hands as if to stop you.

“Y-you don’t need to though. I just think it’d be kinda totally rad, you feel me? And I think we’re ready. I know I am.” A newfound assuredness was written on his face. 

“I know I’m ready too.” You said, giving him a smile that had his heart swelling. 

“Really??” He looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Really, really.” 

“Really, really, really??” He leaned toward you. 

“Really, really, really, really!” You planted a kiss on his lips. 

“Oh! Oh!” He kissed you back deeply. “That’s so awesome, man!” 

“So, do you wanna tell the guys?” You asked. 

“Absolutely, homie!” 

That evening, you sat the rest of the Hanks down to share the news. Hank 5 was practically sweating bullets standing in front of the others. It was only fairly recently that you had actually managed to get them to open up, so being this vulnerable was quite a feat. 

Grabbing his hand, you squeezed it reassuringly. Looking up at him, you gave him a soft smile. Taking in a deep breath, he nodded at you. Looking over the group he readied himself. 

“So, uh, you guys gonna tell us why you gathered us all together?” Hank 1 asked, looking between the two of you. 

Turning to Hank 5, you nodded. 

“Um, I was talking to our omega,”  he cleared his throat, “and we decided we are ready to have a baby.” He straightened himself up, readying to hear any objections. 

“That’s fuckin’ rad dude!” Hank 4 stood up, pulling 5 into a lung crushing bear hug. “You’ve always wanted to be a dad! Now your dream is coming true!” 

“Actually…” You chimed in, face already red for what you were about to say. “We were wondering if you all wanted to be parents?” 

All of the Hanks went wide eyed, red dusting their cheeks. 

“Y-you want all of us to be dads?” Hank 2 asked. 

Sheepishly, you nodded, then paused. 

“That’s so hot.” Hank 3 chuckled, the red on his face darkening another shade. 

The other Hanks gave him a look, to which he shrugged at.

“What? You know what I think about parents.” He shot a finger gun your way. “And you’re smokin’” He clicked his tongue at you. 

Rolling your eyes you let out an airy laugh. 

“So whaddya think?” You bit your lip nervously. 

The group pondered on it for a moment. Searching their individual faces you watched as their brows furrowed in thought.

“I-I’ll do it.” Surprisingly, Hank 2 was the first to speak.

He pushed himself off of the couch, walking up to you. Reaching for your hands, he held them gently. 

“Omega, it would be an honor to father a child with you.” He gave you the most sincere gaze, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. 

Next was Hank 1 pulling you and Hank 5 in a tight embrace. Pulling back, he gave you a wide grin. 

“Wherever you go, I got your backs, homies. We’re all in this together, even as parents!” He pumped his fists. 

Hank 4 also pulled you in an embrace, this one more loose as he slung his arms over you and Hank 5. 

“We’re gonna be such good parents! It’s gonna be so sick!” He flashed a “hang ten” sign. 

Finally it was Hank 3’s turn. The ginger swaggered up to you with a smirk. 

“So, uh, when are we tryin’ for this baby?” 

“During my next heat.” You said without hesitation. 

That had the alpha stammering, his “smooth guy” persona chipping away at the thoughts you had conjured up in his head. 

“Oh, sounds super rad, dude. Yeah…” He coughed awkwardly. “Totally rad, like the most… radical.” His voice falters as he catches you looking at him with pure adoration. 

“Hank, do you wanna be a dad?” You touch his arm lightly. 

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he nods. 

“Y-yeah I do.” He lets out a soft sigh. “You just know I’m not super duper awesome at doing this… stuff.” He motions around himself. 

“You don’t have to worry about that, love. You’re super duper awesome at doing me.” You gave him a smirk and a wink that had his blush deepening. 

You pressed a light peck to his lips, but Hank 3 didn’t let you pull back. Instead looping an arm around you and pulling you into him. He pressed his lips against yours once more, teasing your bottom lip with his tongue. Entertaining him, you slid your tongue against his. Tasting you, he groaned. When you pulled away, his face followed yours. The man was insatiable. 

Beside you, Hank 5 raised a brow at Hank 3. Biting his lip, Hank 3 sauntered up to the other man.

“Feeling left out, daddy?” He purred, before pulling Hank 5 toward him. 

The two locked lips heatedly. Tongues intertwining as they groaned into each other's mouths. 

From behind you felt strong arms pull you to a strong chest. Over your shoulder you were met with Hank 1’s smile. Through his pants you could feel him growing hard already. At your side Hank 2 nuzzled into your neck, kissing against his mating mark. Shivering, you turned to lock lips with him. 

Hank 1 trailed his lips up your neck, pausing to nip at your ear before speaking gruffly.

“Why wait till your heat to start trying?” His words had you buzzing, but you were able to tease just as easily.

“Mmm… As much as I would love to, I need to get off of my birth control first.” With a hand on Hank 1’s cheek, you pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Though, I’m not opposed to practicing before then.” You purred against his lips. 

At your words all of your alphas practically pounced on you. In no time you were stripped bare, splayed out on your living room floor. The rest of the night your alphas lavished you with their attention. Giving you just a taste of what you were going to experience during your heat. 

Your seasonal affliction used to be something you dreaded, but when you had five knots plug you up multiple times, it became much more bearable. It was non-stop action, followed by wonderful attention from the Hanks. 

Some found your dynamic odd, it wasn’t common for an omega to have this many mates. However, it didn’t matter to you. All that mattered was your love for each other. That love wasn’t just shared with you. Everyone in your pack was deeply intimate with each other. Each of you had five marks littered around your throats. 

Now, you were tangled in bed with Hank 3. Feeling the beginning itch of your heat bloom between your legs. Nuzzling into his neck, you breathed in his scent. Fresh citrus and oak filled your senses, somewhat dulling the ache. Needing more, you stuck out your tongue. Lapping away at his scent gland had the man shivering and groaning.

“H-homie, ah…” He bit his lip as you nipped at him. “Are you feeling it?” 

You responded to him with a nod and a whine, still going for his scent gland. With a strong hand, Hank 3 brought your attention to his face. With another groan, he took in the sight of you. Pupils blown out, a sheen of sweat on your forehead, your mouth parted as if it needed to be latched onto something. 

“Awesome…” Hank 3 said to himself softly. “You look so fucking good, babe.” 

His compliment  had you keening. You pressed yourself against him, kissing him deeply. Hank 3’s lack of filter when it came to you had always had you folding for him. 

He was the first of the Hanks that you met. Entering an athleisure wear store that you were working at part-time. He was extremely disheveled, a jacket haphazardly wrapped around his waist to hide the split in his pants. Spotting you restocking shoes, he ran up. On his way toward you, he was hit with the most delectable scent he had ever had the pleasure of smelling. It had him drooling. Feeling the trail of spit sliding down the corner of his lips, he quickly wiped it off. 

“Uh, excuse me!” He shouted at you despite being a few feet away. 

Turning around with a quirked brow, you took in the sight of the exasperated man. 

“Hey dude!” He walked up to you. “My bros and I were just out rock climbin’, and I had a MAJOR wardrobe malfunction.” He spoke fast, as if he needed to tell you the adventure he had just arrived from. 

“Okay… do you need some new clothes?” You wondered why he was talking to you when he could easily peruse the store himself. 

“Wow! That’s exactly what I need!” He spoke with such earnestness, it took you aback. 

Taking in the alpha before you, you appraised his appearance. From what you could see he had a very nice physique, plus he smelled pretty delicious, then there was the adorable tuft of ginger hair and sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks. A cutie, that’s what he was. 

“Like what you see, gorgeous?” He smirked as you realized you had been staring a bit too long.

“Uh, I was just looking you over to gauge what your clothing size is.” You pursed your lips tightly, hoping you wouldn’t embarrass yourself further. 

“Couldn’t you just ask me that, brah?” 

Now that he was talking to you, he could care less about his pants. While it was unfortunate that his shorts split, it was clear that the adventure fates had blessed the alpha with your presence. 

All of the Hanks had decided to be together many many moons ago, but they were all alphas. Sure, they didn’t technically need an omega to be happy, but it wouldn’t hurt. Occasionally they would find someone to take home, but five alphas could be quite a lot to handle. Not many could. 

Looking at you though, Hank 3 felt a different energy. Someone willing to take up a challenge. Boy, did he have the challenge for you.

“So, you’ve been working here for a while?” He pulled out his charming smile. 

“Don’t you need clothes?” You asked, crossing your arms. 

“Well, yeah… but a guy can’t talk to a hottie like you while lookin’?” He waggled his brows suggestively.

“Never said you couldn’t.” You couldn’t help but smile at his antics. Sure, he was EXTREMELY forward, but somehow, it was a breath of fresh air. 

In your experience you found there were many an alpha that tried too hard to be “low key”, wanting you to be the one that chased after them. Sadly, you had fallen for it too many times. Being pursued felt… nice. 

“By the way, cutie, my name’s Hank.” He gave you another charming smile. 

“Nice to meet you Hank. Let’s get you some new clothes.” You motioned for him to follow you to the men’s section of the store. “What are you looking for?” 

“New pants, it’s a bummer, but my shorts split.” He muttered, embarrassed.

“Hah, BUMmer.” You snickered to yourself.

“Huh?” Hank gave you a confused look.

“Oh, you know ‘bum’ like ‘butt’, and your shorts split, so BUMmer.” You bit your lip, feeling red grow on your face. “Ah forget it, it’s dumb.” You waved it off.

It took Hank a moment, but he got your joke. Letting out a deep laugh with a snort. 

“I like it! You’ve got fun jokes, homie.” He nudged you.

His touch sent a shiver through you. Raising his brow, Hank spotted the involuntary action. 

“Just a bit cold. They really pump the AC in the summer.” You lied. 

“Here if you’re cold,” he began to unwrap the jacket around his waist.

“No! Aren’t you covering your wardrobe malfunction with that?” Your face grew even redder. 

“Yeah, right. Sorry, man. Just wanted to make you more comfortable.” 

Fuck. The simple act of chivalry practically had you keening for an alpha you didn’t even know. No, no. You needed to focus on the task at hand. None of this falling for a strange alpha. 

Quickly enough, you found a new pair of shorts for the man. You rang him up, then he changed into them in the dressing room. When he exited, he struck a strong-man pose. Showing of rippling muscles in his arms that had you drooling. 

“How do I look, hot stuff?” He asked. 

“Very good.” You tried to keep it cool. 

“That’s it? Just very good?” His face fell, it made you feel bad.

“You look hot.” You said quickly, eyes wide at your own impulsiveness. 

“Seriously?” He asked, reading for your sincerity.

“Totes, serious.” You said. 

“Awesome!” He pumped his fist in the air. 

With a wave, Hank exited the store. However, a few seconds later he ran back in. Running behind you, he draped his jacket over your shoulders. 

“Almost forgot! Stay warm, cutie!” He planted a kiss on your cheek before dashing back out of the store. 

It took you a hot minute to move again. Pulling the jacket around you, you breathed in. The alpha’s scent had you shivering. You wondered if he would be back for his jacket, you hoped he would. 

Your wishes were granted the next day, except this time it was followed by four other alphas. All part of the same pack, all happened to have the same name as well. 

When Hank 3 had returned to the group the day before, he regaled your meet-cute to the others. 

“Bros, I found them.” He said as soon as he rejoined the pack.

“Found who?” Hank 2 asked, brow quirked. 

“Our omega!” Hank 3 was bouncing on his toes. 

“An omega?” Hank 4 was intrigued.

“Not just any omega. I know they’re ours, dudes. Like, it was totally, uh, fate!” Hank said. 

Of course, the other Hanks had to see this omega for themselves. Which led to you being surrounded by the pack of five in the athletic store. Feeling their eyes crawl over you, appraising your appearance. 

Nodding collectively, they turned to Hank 3. 

“Dude, you are totally right.” Hank 1 said. 

“I had my doubts, but Hank 1 is like, so right.” Hank 2 chimed in. 

“Um, what exactly are you right about?” You squeaked out. 

“Omega,” the way Hank 3 said your title had you shivering, “do you have an alpha?”

Shaking your head, you looked at the group around you with wide eyes.

“I do not, alphas…” You trailed, looking away from their intense stares. “Do you want to?” Hank 3 cupped your chin, lifting it lightly to look at him. 

Just a few years later you were officially mated with the alphas, now ready to be impregnated by them. Time sure flies by fast. 

“Omega…” Hank 3 trailed. “Homie, I need you to like, answer me.” He said with a bit of concern. 

“Hmm?” You gave him a confused dazed look. 

Yeah, your heat was fully hitting you now. The only thing’s you could manage to think about was the scent of the alpha beside you, and the desperate need to have his knot stuffing you full. From the thought alone, slick spilled down your thighs. 

Hank 3 could smell your arousal and groaned. Licking his lips, he looked at your dazed state, then between your legs. Kissing you deeply, you felt his hand trail over your body. Rough calloused fingers slid over your chest down between your legs. Swiping his fingers through your folds had you moaning against his mouth. All of the Hanks had your body memorized, but Hank 3 had made it a personal goal to know you inside and out. Through muscle memory, his fingers found your clit. Circling over it with precision had you gushing even more. 

Pulling back from you, Hank 3 lifted his fingers to his mouth. Groaning, he sucked off your essence. All the while maintaining eye contact with you, his gaze dark with hunger. The sight had you whimpering and clenching your thighs together. Desperate for that friction to return. 

There was no need to worry, Hank 3 was going to provide you with everything you needed. Moving down your body, he left a trail of kisses before reaching his destination. Without hesitation, he dived in. Tongue sliding through your soaked folds, eating you out with fervor. Between your thighs you heard the wet sounds of his tongue followed by groans and moans. Hank 3 could never get enough of your taste. The alpha could eat you out for hours on end. Well, he had before. It seemed like he would be attempting to do so once more. 

Thinning out his tongue, he circled your clit with precision. Then he flattened his tongue to lick stripes up and down your cunt. The tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm had begun. Twitching thighs, a stream of moans spilling from your mouth. Sliding a finger inside, he groaned. Your plush walls tightened around the digit. Curling the finger he pressed against that gummy sweet spot inside. Just one press had you gushing all over his face. 

White hot pleasure coursed through your body as Hank 3 continued to eat you out as your orgasm rocked you. His tongue never stopped, lips sucking your clit. Already, another orgasm was building. 

By the time the other Hanks had returned home, Hank 3 had you cum on his face five times. The group entered the bedroom just as the last one hit you. This sight of your naked body shaking with pleasure had them all growing aroused. 

Pulling back, Hank 3 looked over his shoulder at the others. His eyes glazed over in bliss, his mouth and beard were covered in you slick. Wanting a taste, Hank 4 quickly stripped, then pressed a kiss to Hank 3’s lips. 

“You’re so lucky…” Hank 4 licked his lips. “They taste so fucking awesome, bro.” 

“Why don’t you get an actual taste, dude?” Hank 3 pushed Hank 4 toward your shivering body. 

The feeling of Hank 4’s tongue had you crying out. Tears of overstimulation had already been running down your cheeks, now more dripped down. It felt so fucking good. 

The rest of the Hanks circled you. Hank 1 laying down on the bed beside you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Hank 2 caressed you softly, kissing away your tears. 

“Look at how good they’re doing. You’re phenomenal.” Hank 1 said, looking down on you with adoration. 

While their words were sweet, you could barely comprehend them. Your brain was fuzzy from your heat and the pleasure Hank 4 was bringing you. 

“I think they’re gonna cum again.” Hank 2 said, nuzzling into your neck. 

As he bit the crook of your neck, you came again. Slick covering Hank 4’s face. 

It seemed like he was going to go back for more, but you instinctively pushed his face away with a whine. The alpha almost growled at you, but Hank 1 gave him a look of warning. 

“Knots, I need…” you huffed out, “I need your knots.” You whined. 

“Hank 5 gets to go first.” Hank 3 said. 

The group decided that order since the first person would likely be the one to impregnate you, and Hank 5 was the one who originally wanted to be a father. 

For an alpha, Hank 5 was fairly docile. However, tonight, there was a new kind of hunger in his eyes. As he crawled over your body, his hands landed on your hips. The tip of his cock teased at your hot entrance. While he would normally work his way into you, he pressed his cock fully in you with one push. The action had you sobbing out. The head of his cock was pressed snuggly against your sweet spot. 

The alpha used the leverage on your hips, snapping into you quick and hard. Sparks of pleasure shot through you as your clit slapped against his pelvis. A soft hand slid over your stomach, pressing against the bulge of his cock. Hissing lowly, Hank 5 leaned down. Lips meeting yours, he gave you a heated kiss. Tongues tangled together as streams of moans and groans escaped your throat. 

Folding you over, Hank 5 put you in a mean mating press. Knees pressed to your chest, his cock pummeled in and out of you. He was practically in a daze, eyes fixed on the way your soaked cunt was swallowing up his cock so easily. Like you were made for this, made for THEM. 

“Ah, you’re gonna look so f-fucking good with our pups. Like, so fucking hot.” His hand caressed over your stomach again. It looked like he was picturing what you were going to look like. The idea of being so full of them had you clenching against his length. 

“Mmph! You like that, gorgeous. Knowing, how, sexy, and like so sexy…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Your pussy was beginning to accept his knot. All of his attention was focused on filling you up with him. With one final push, you felt the pop of his knot. The feeling had you screaming and cumming around his cock. The tightening of your soft walls milked his cock, forcing every drop of his cum deep within you. Warmth flooded your body, making you moan with content. 

The sight of you being filled with Hank 5’s seed had the others groaning. They had taken to pleasing themselves and each other while watching you and Hank 5 go at it. Loving the show the two of you had been putting on. 

Slowly, Hank 5 lowered your body. Careful not to hurt you, he turned you to the side. As you stayed locked with him, he peppered your face with kisses. His teeth bit down on his mark on your neck, forcing you to cum around him again. 

“Thank you,” he kissed your lips, “you’re so good to me.” He nuzzled against you, rubbing his scent over you. 

His scent was the sweetest, an almondy vanilla scent with just a hint of mahogany. Purring against him, you covered him with your scent as well. 

Eventually, his knot deflated and he pulled out of you with a groan. He was quickly replaced by Hank 1. 

The man laid down, then maneuvered your body to sit on top of him. His hard cock teased at your sensitive entrance. Much like Hank 5, Hank 1 forced his entire cock into you in one go. Screaming in pleasure, you threw your head back. The head of his cock pressed deeply within you. Warm hands on your hips began to bounce you up and down on his cock. The alpha beneath you grunted and groaned with each push and pull of your pussy. Soft wet walls sliding perfectly against his length. 

Above him, you hiccupped out moans and sobs. Pressing against your gummy sweet spot, Hank 1 was making a new heat grow in your belly. Soon enough, you were cumming around his cock. Riding out your orgasm, you took over the movement. Grinding your hips down over and over on him. The friction against your clit made the orgasm last longer. Hank 1’s hips thrusted against yours. A familiar pop had you cumming again, soaking his cock and your bedsheets. 

Shooting up into you, Hank 1 came hard. With a satisfied smile, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t let you pull back. A strong hand held your face to his. As you kissed you let out little whimpers. Aftershocks of pleasure moved in your pussy, almost making you jump. 

The next of your alpha’s was Hank 2. He opted for classic missionary. Always loving to watch your face contort with pleasure. Capturing your moans using his mouth and tongue. What he loved best was your response to his words. While he didn’t dirty talk, he loved to compliment you. 

“You look so sexy under me. Like, man, you don’t know how crazy you make me.” 

His cock pumped into you at a slower pace. Purposefully set up to make your orgasm last longer. He loved bringing you pure pleasure, and wasn’t going to be stingy tonight. He wanted that baby just as much as the other guys. 

Writhing beneath him, the heat in your belly grew. 

“P-please babe. Please cum for me.” He leaned into your neck with a groan.

A bite to your neck had you cumming again. Hank 2 pushed his knot into you, making you have back-to-back orgasm that doubled your pleasure. 

Lapping at your sweet spot, Hank 2 kept you squirming and moaning beneath him. When he pulled out, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

He was soon replaced by Hank 4. A boyish smirk was on his face as he crawled over you. Cupping your chin, he gave you a deep kiss. Tangling his tongue with yours he whined. 

“Damn…bruh. How do you always taste so good?” He said as a strand of saliva broke between the two of you. 

Ah, that’s right. He was a chatterbox. Mouth running a mile a minute when he was pounding into you. Yet, you couldn’t respond. Always too fucked out to even think coherently. This time was no different. 

Hank 4 also had a proclivity for manhandling you. Never staying in the same position for very long. Flipping you onto your stomach, Hank 4 leaned over your body. Sliding his cock between your legs, he moaned loudly. Prodding your wet heat, he slowly pushed in. The gummy walls of your pussy sucked his cock in easily. 

“Mmmph! Oooh. You feel so fuckin’ good, man….” He drawled out as he pulled out then pushed inside of you again. 

His warm hand trailed over the sides of your body as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder blades. All the while, he was thrusting into you. Cock hitting your sweet spots perfectly. Each press inside of you making you sob out moans. 

Seemingly bored of that position, Hank 4 shifted you on your side. Lifting your leg, he pressed back into you. The new angle sent a different kind of pleasure coursing through you. At this angle you were able to see him. Above you he gave you a big smile, blond curls bouncing as he pounded into your soaked cunt. With every moan he got out of you, his grin grew wider. 

Moving you again, he flipped you onto your back. Legs over his shoulders, he lifted your hips to meet his thrusts. This angle had the head of his cock pressing into your sweet spot over and over. 

“Do you like this?” He moaned out, as he gave an extra hard thrust inside you. “I love this, love you. Mmm… you feel like, like, so good…” Words were streaming out of his mouth, but he didn’t even understand what he was saying. Not when your puffy pussy was sucking up his knot so nicely. 

With a final thrust, his knot was shoved inside your already stuffed cunt. His cum filling you with that familiar heat that had you purring with satisfaction. He rutted against you as his cock twitched out the final strands of cum inside you. Leaning over, he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. A satisfied grin on his face as he looked down on you. 

It was time for your final lover to have his turn. When Hank 4 pulled out, Hank 3 pulled your limp body to the edge of the bed. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he spoke lowly.

“You know the way I like it, hot stuff.” He bit his lip as he looked over your fucked out state. 

Nodding, you did what he wanted. Turning over, you laid on your stomach. Arching your back, you presented for your alpha. From behind you heard a low groan. Your soaked cunt was leaking with all of the other alpha’s spend, Hank 3 needed to add his. 

“That’s right, ass up. Just how I like it.” He crooned, lining his swollen cock up with your entrance. 

Slowly he pushed into you, both of you moaned at the feeling. Being full again had you in bliss, your eyes rolled back as he pressed deep inside your cunt. Grabbing your hips, Hank 3 began a brutal pace against you. Cock dragging in and out of your pussy over and over. Each shove inside pressing against your sweet spot. The man was pushing for you to cum before he knotted you, and he knew how to make you do it. 

His fingers reached between your legs and began circling over your clit as he snapped his hips to your ass. The feeling of his fingers and cock had you sobbing out. Hank 3 moaned as your walls tightened around him. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your next peak, heat quickly building in your belly. 

Out of nowhere, your orgasm hit you like a train. Your pussy drenched his cock as you squeezed around him. Moaning in satisfaction, Hank 3 didn’t stop his pace. Instead, chasing his own high as he watched your pussy begin to suck up his knot. That satisfying pop had you cumming around his length again. Your cunt tightening around his length, squeezing every drop of his cum out. 

Humming with content, you felt so full of them. If you didn’t get pregnant during this heat, you were going to have some problems. 

When Hank 3 pulled out of you, you already felt another cock pressing into your entrance. Hank 1 rearing to go once again, not that you were complaining. 

The rest of the night your alphas continued to use your body. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you as they filled and plugged you up with their knots. 

When it was all said and done, you were a sticky sweaty mess. All of you laid on the bed, catching your breaths. As much as each of them could, the alphas snuggled up with you. 

“So, who do you think is gonna be the dad? Like, we can’t all be the dad, right?” Hank 3 spoke. 

“You’re all gonna be dads.” You playfully flicked at his forehead. 

“I know…” He rubbed the spot where you flicked him. “But like, you know, who’s baby is actually gonna be?” 

“Probably Hank 5’s.” You responded with a shrug, reaching for said Hank’s hand. “He knotted me first, so that’s the most likely.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Hank 5 said, kissing your palm softly. “I’m just like, so excited to be a dad.” Tears pricked in his eyes as his hand reached for your stomach. 

“Dude, that’s like, so sweet.” Hank 1 felt himself tear up. 

“I love you dudes so much!” Hank 4 cried out. 

“We love you too dude!” The rest said in unison, making you chuckle. 

“I swear, you guys are a hive mind. I love you too.” You said.

“What if we could all be the dad?” Hank 4 asked. “I know it’s not possible, but like, imagine.” 

“That would be totes righteous.” Hank 1 added. 

“What would you want the baby to have?” Hank 2 turned over to look at you.

You gave him a questioning look. 

“Like from us? Like, what parts of us would you want in a baby?” Hank 2 blushed.

“Ah, I see.” Tapping your chin, you thought on it. 

That certainly would be something, having a baby that’s all of the Hanks. 

“I think I’d want it to have Hank 1’s smile, and his ingenuity.” Hank 1 brought your hand to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. “I love your smile, it’s so bright. And you’re always coming up with neat ideas and inventions.” 

You turned to Hank 2 next, caressing his face. 

“Hank 2… I’d like the baby to have your nose.” Hank 2 raised a brow. “What? You’ve got a cute nose. And your smarts, you’re very intelligent.” 

“Wow. That’s like, the best thing I’ve ever heard.” He said softly. 

“Hank 3…” You looked at him. “Obviously your hair and freckles, gingers are so cute. And your chivalrous attitude. You’re always willing to please, and not just in the bedroom.” You gave him a wink. 

“Hank 4.” You pinched his cheek lovingly. “Those dimples, so cute! And your adventurous spirit. Always so willing and excited to try something new.” 

“And last, but certainly not least, Hank 5. I’d love to see those sweet eyes of yours on a baby. Plus your compassion, your kindness knows no end.” 

“What about you?” Hank 5 asked. 

“What about me?”

“What would you want the baby to have from you?” He added.

Buzzing and chatter fills the tattoo parlor, as you sit quietly in the waiting room. Bricked walls are lined with the artists' various portfolios, refreshments offered in a small fridge in the corner with a basket of snacks on top. Soon, a woman in a paint-splattered tank top pokes her head into the room, flashing you a smile, “Hi there! Are you my 2pm?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you confirm. She steps inside the waiting room, exposing the assortment of black outlined tattoos scattered about her arms, “Awesome, cool! Well, I’m Tiana, it’s nice to meet you in person,” the two of you shake hands, “Are you ready for your tattoo?”

“Yup!” you nod. Tiana grins at your enthusiasm and holds up a stencil, “I never had a client bring me such a crisp reference before, I hope I converted it to the stencil well. Thoughts?”

You examine the stencil with a twinkle of playful mischief in your eyes, “It’s perfect.”

Tiana claps her hands together, “Then let’s get to it!”

You fiddle with the keys on your lanyard and reach to unlock the door, but someone beats you to it. Now wide open, the joyous face of Hank 3 greets you, “Hey there, bro-babe! Happy to see you back.”

“Happy to see you, too!” you peck him on the lips, earning a pretty pink flush from the redhead. You waltz inside and hang your belongings on the nearby coat rack, “Did you and the boys have a nice day windsurfing?”

“Sure did, gorgeous! The winds were gnarly!” dark muscular arms wrap around your waist, Hank 1 resting his chin on your shoulder. You turn your head to the side and give him a smooch on his temple, “That’s great to hear.”

Hank 1 releases his hold on you and twirls you around, about to plant a deep kiss on your lips when a loud “Is bro-babe home?!” echos down the hallway, quickly followed by the sound of approaching feet. Hank 4 appears around the corner and ambushes you with a tight hug. You squeak and he peppers your cheeks with kisses, “You’re home! You’re home!” he cheers.

“I am! I am!” you match his puppy-like excitement and return the favor with a kiss on the lips, “And I have a surprise for everyone. Where’s Hanks 2 and 5?”

“Stuck in the bathroom, trying to get sand out of their, uh,” Hank 1 stifles back a laugh, “Well, as Hank 2 put it, crevices.”

“Seems like he’s been brushing up on his vocabulary for his book,” you hum, “Tell them to come up to the bedroom when they’re done.”

“On it!” Hank 4 salutes, running off to inform the remaining Hanks.

“The bedroom, huh? Are we getting a special show from our resident hottie?” Hank 3 purrs, raising his eyebrows up and down while playing with a piece of your hair.

“Maybe,” your fingers trail their way up towards the freckled man’s neck and you pull Hank 3 down by the color of his muscle tee, “If you’re a good boy.”

Hank 3 goes stiff as a board and- like Hank 4- gives you a salute, “Yes, house-babe!”

Hank 1 rolls his eyes at his counterpart, “Still can’t take what you dish out, huh, Hank 3?”

“Zip it,” the blushing Hank in blue grumbles.

Hank 1 smirks triumphantly, arms crossed against his board chest. You seize the lull in conversation to beckon the two of them up the stairs, “C’mon, boys. Don’t keep me waiting,” you spin on your heel and make your way up to the communal bedroom.

It takes a solid ten minute for all of the Hanks to assemble in the bedroom. When Hanks 2 and 5 finally come in, you bite back a laugh at the sight of their misfortune. They each sport a look of utter regret, sand particles evident in their dark hair. You hop off the bed and kiss them both on the cheek, "My poor babies," you coo.

Both Hanks' faces heat up at your soft words, "D- Don't fret, house-babe! We'll get it out eventually," Hank 2 glances over at Hank 5 with a strained smile, "Right?"

Hank 5 presses his lips into a thin line, "Dude... I have no freaking idea," he smacks the side of his head, sand falling out from his hair, "Maybe after a few showers.”

“Hopefully!” you hum, “But in the meantime, lemme show you guys the surprise!”

The Hanks watch with bated breath, as you strip yourself of your shirt. Hank 3 lets out a low wolf whistle at the sight of your bare chest while the other Hanks eye you up with flushed expressions.

“Surprise!” you turn your back to the Hanks. They gawk at the tattoo on your upper shoulder, a pinwheel of colorful hangers, identical to their own tattoos, “What do you think?”

“Oh, babe…” Hank 1’s fingers gently graze against the wrapped tattoo.

“This is amazing,” Hank 2 rests his chin on the opposite shoulder, admiring the sight.

“You look so sexy with ink,” Hank 3 mutters in your ear.

“No cap,” Hank 4 whirls a strand of your hair, “Hella sexy, gorgeous.”

“I think it’s the perfect time to show you our surprise,” Hank 5 pecks a kiss on your forehead. He gestures to Hank 1, who jogs out of the bedroom. The first Hank returns with a folded piece of paper, “Here it is!” he hands it to you.

You open it up and let out a small gasp. On the paper, the design is akin to the original hanger pinwheel but with a small black star in the center. Your heart softens at the implication, “Is that me?”

“Hell yeah, it is!” Hank 4 beams.

“We planned on doing our touch ups while you were out with your friends this weekend” Hank 2 chuckles, “Guess we gotta reschedule so you can come, bro-babe!"

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, "Oh, you all..." you sniffle a bit and feel Hank 5's thumb wipe away any escaped tears, "We love you, pretty bro."

"I love you all too," you open your arms up, "Now gimme a hug!"

"GROUP HUG!" Hank 4 exclaims, as he dives into your arms. The other Hanks enter your embrace more gently, your body enveloped in the warmth of five amazing former hangers... your boys.