Hand Over The Hanks Content 🤲

"Say the word," Hank 4, Kevin, breathed, lips dragging messily along your jaw. "And I’ll be on my knees so fast I’ll leave skid marks on the wood, baby."

He bit his lip as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a wild, adoring grin tugging at his mouth. Too much teeth, too much mischief, too much everything. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, hair clinging to his forehead like he’d already run a marathon just kissing you.

And he had the nerve to still look so happy about it. Like ruining himself for you was his favorite sport.

You didn’t answer, not verbally. Just grabbed the hem of his stupid little crop top and yanked him closer by the collar. That was all he needed.

"Ohhh, you’re mean," Kevin whined, half-laughing, voice going thick like molasses. "Lookin’ at me like that? Giving me those eyes?"

His hips found yours automatically, slotting into the space between your thighs like they’d been molded to fit. He moved instinctively, pressing closer, rolling his hips just enough to make you gasp.

"I’m just a dude, babe," he rambled, hands skating under your shirt, fingers greedy but still gentle. "Like. A guy. With a dumb brain and worse self-control and a major, major situation happening in his pants right now."

You started to laugh, but it turned into a squeak when he lifted you clean off the floor like it was nothing, setting you down on the edge of the kitchen counter with a little bounce that had heat curling through your gut. His palms skimmed over your thighs, fingers pressing in like he wanted to memorize the shape of you, sliding up your sides like he couldn’t decide where to land.

His eyes roamed slow, shameless over the soft lines of your chest, the flush on your cheeks, the way your breath caught under his touch.

"Oh, fuck," Kevin muttered, absolutely stunned. "You’re unreal. Like… I think I just forgot my name."

"It’s Kevin, babe."

"Yeah," he exhaled, grinning wide as he leaned in close again, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "That sounds right. Sounds so right comin’ outta your mouth."

He crashed forward again, kissing you open-mouthed, licking at your tongue and nipping at your bottom lip like he was trying to eat you alive.

"Mmpgh. Say it again," he groaned against your lips. "My name. Please."

You tilted your head, teasing, eyes half-lidded. "Kevin."

His whole body shivered. Like the word itself knocked the wind out of him.

"Fuck, that’s hot," he muttered, pulling back. "You could say literally anything and it would be hot."

You laughed, breathless, and leaned back just a bit, letting your legs slide further apart as your fingers curled into the hem of his crop top. "Anything?"

"Anything," he repeated, eyes locked on your mouth like it held scripture. 

One of his hands moved to grip your thigh, tight enough to bruise. The other slipped under your shirt at last, broad palm skimming hot over your stomach before sliding up, greedy, trembling just slightly with how badly he wanted you.

When he cupped your chest, squeezing through the fabric of your bra, a low groan rumbled out of him like it had been sitting in his chest all day.

"Love you," he grinned, almost delirious, eyes blown wide. "Love how soft you are—how squishy. You make the best noises, babe."

His thumbs dragged slowly over your nipples, teasing through the fabric, and your breath hitched. His eyes flicked up to yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he tore your shirt up and over your head in one swift motion. The shirt fell away, leaving you bare from the waist up, save for the flimsy scrap of lace and cotton that barely covered your breasts.

"Off," he whined, voice low and thick. "Please, can I take this off? I wanna see."

You nodded, and his hands were immediately on you. In one swift move, your bra snapped apart in his hands like paper, tossed somewhere over his shoulder. 

"So fucking gnarly," Hank whispered, dragging his eyes over you like he was trying to memorize every inch. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you caught the flicker of something wild behind his grin. "You’re so hot, it’s actually not fair, bro!"

He dipped down without another word, mouth warm and eager as it captured one hardened peak in his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.

His other hand palmed your other breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he laved attention on its twin.

He bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.

"Homie, you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, nipping and sucking a trail up to your collarbone before latching onto it and sucking a dark mark into your flesh.

His hips ground down against yours again, the thick line of his cock sliding against your core through the fabric of his boxers.

He was already so hard, so desperate for you.

One hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your bottoms before he gripped the fabric and ripped them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.

"Kev," you gasped, arching into him as his mouth trailed lower, lips dragging hot and open along your stomach, your hips, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He sucked a dark bruise into the softest spot, groaning like he was tasting ambrosia.

You shivered, hand threading into his messy curls, just about ready to beg—when suddenly, he froze.

"Oh my god, bro. Wait—wait, wait," he choked out, eyes blown wide as he jolted upright, one hand frantically patting down his pocket like he’d forgotten something crucial.

"Kev—what—"

"Gimme a sec," he laughed, face flushed and wild with affection. "Gotta send the boys a lil gift!"

Your eyes widened. "Kevin—"

Too late. His phone was already out, camera open, tilted at just the right angle to catch your flushed face, your legs bracketing his hips.

"You just look so pretty like this," he said, utterly smitten. "Gotta let ’em know what they’re missin’. Bet they wish they were me right now, brah."

Your cheeks were flushed a pretty red as he pointed the camera at you, lips parted, and chest heaving as you lay bare and wanting beneath him on the kitchen counter. The cool marble sent a shiver down your spine, nipples pebbled and aching for his touch. 

Deciding to play along, you arched your back slightly, pushing your breasts up towards him in offering as you spread your thighs a little wider, baring the glistening of your cunt to his hungry gaze.

"Say cheese!" 

He grinned and pointed the camera down at the both of you. The flash went off, throwing harsh shadows over the mess of limbs, skin, fabric, and flushed grins. Every dip of your waist, every ridge of his muscles, caught in that split second.

🐻 kevinbear: [SENT AN IMAGE]

🦴 hanksz: bro. you can’t just drop that in here raw

twohanky 👻 : HOLY fUCNJSDJDNJD I DROPPED MY LAPTOP. IT HIT MY FOOT. SKADOKSJDKKJ??? WOGSJJ?!?

🧼#3: DAWG I’M IN A LECTURE. WITH A GUEST SURGEON. YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE A MAN IS HOLDING A HUMAN HEART.

daddy-o: saved. thanks king 🙏

Hank 4 was still laughing at the chaos in the group chat when your hands slipped beneath the hem of his crop top. 

He gasped, eyes wide for a split second before that familiar toothy grin took over. "Okay, wow. Greedy much, baby?" he teased, voice breathless, half-laughing but already leaning in.

The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the counter, completely forgotten. Then he was on you. All wet kisses and panting breath, laughter stuttering between hungry mouths. 

You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, fingers fumbling with the elastic, and he swore softly, hips bucking forward like his body had already made the decision for him.

"Babe," he gasped, breathing hot and shaky against your mouth as he fought with his own clothes. "Gimme—fuck—just two seconds. I’m trying to get undressed and not literally pass out at the same time."

You laughed into his neck, biting lightly, and he made a noise. It was somewhere between a whimper and a bark of a laugh, as he finally got the boxers halfway down.

He grunted as he kicked off his boxers, sending them flying across the kitchen with a careless flick of his ankle. His cock sprang free, long and hard and already leaking at the tip, the thick shaft flush against his belly.

He nipped at your pulse point, soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue before his hips against yours, the thick line of his cock sliding against your slick folds.

With his hips propping up your legs, all you had to do was grind back down on him to get some friction. It stole the breath out of his chest, splotchy red hues burning up on his cheeks.

Kevin gripped your hips bruisingly tight, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he notched the swollen head of his cock against your dripping entrance. With one brutal thrust, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, clutching heat. His thick cock pulses and twitches as your velvet walls clench down around him, gripping him like a silken vice. 

"Fuuuck," He groaned, eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he pistoned his hips forward, driving into you. "That's it, take it, baby."

His hips begin to move on their own accord, drawn to the slick, scorching heat of your core. He starts to thrust, his movements at first jerky and off-balance, but quickly gaining rhythm. His large hands roam the curves of your body greedily, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh as if he can't get enough of touching you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" you moaned, nails raking down his back as you clung to him desperately.

Without even pausing, he grinned and grabbed his phone again. Sweat dripped down his chest, his skin flushed and tingling with the heat of his all-consuming lust. 

He zooms in, filling the screen with your face, immortalizing your ecstatic cries and the way you whine as he rails you against the countertop. The lewd, wet sounds of your fucking echo obscenely from the phone's microphone, mingling with your shameless screams and his laughter.

"Look sooo good... taking my dick... like you were made for it, babe," He grins, sweat dripping down his tensed muscles as he hooks your leg over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to slam his thick cock deeper into your cunt. His swollen balls slap against your ass with each brutal thrust, drawing even more desperate, keening cries from your lips.

Kevin snapped a few more pics, the camera flashing rapidly as he zoomed in and out, trying to get just the right angle of you splayed out on the kitchen counter.

🐻 kevinbear: [SENT A PHOTO]

🦴 hanksz: YO. YO. YO

🧼 #3: I’M IN SCRUBS. I HAVE AN EXAM IN FORTY. SEVEN. MINUTES. IF I FAIL NEUROANATOMY AGAIN I DIE IRL

daddy-o: lol. hot... send more? slower pan.

daddy-o: zoom in on the hands maybe?

daddy-o: can we get some ambient lighting too? soft focus?

twohanky 👻: WHO GAVE YOU DIRECTORIAL VISION???

twohanky 👻: GET OUT

🧼 #3: I’M PRINTING THIS CHAT AND HANDING IT TO MY PROFESSOR SO HE KNOWS WHY I FAILED.

Kevin’s phone buzzed and lit up with incoming messages. He glanced at it quickly, a wicked grin spreading across his face at the chaos unfolding in the group chat.

"Five wants a video, babe," Hank 4 panted, breath warm against your cheek. He leans over to grab a half-empty protein powder tin, using it as a makeshift stand for his phone. With deft movements, he zooms in close enough to see the way your folds stretch obscenely around his cock.

"There, that's a good angle," he grins, giving a few test thrusts as he checks the frame. "This okay, homie?"

"More than okay," you pant, feeling the tremble of his muscles under your hands, the way his arms flexed slightly to keep you grounded. 

With your permission, he drew back slowly, until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming forward again. You let out a keening cry as he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding his pelvis against yours to stimulate your clit with each thrust.

"Ahn… You gonna draw this out?" you giggled, dizzy with pleasure.

"Would you rather I just destroyed you and got it over with?" he purred, voice low and rough with lust. "Or would you prefer I take my time and make this last...all...night...long?"

He punctuated each word with a sharp, deep thrust. One hand released your wrists to slide down your side, fingers splaying across your lower belly. You could feel the thick line of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you as he ground against your g-spot.

"Oh shit—they’re video calling the group chat, babe."

You giggled, settling closer. "Looks like we’ve got a live demo to put on."

"Nah," Kevin said, voice low and warm. His grin turned softer, a little more real. "They already got their video. Kinda wanna focus on you now."

The call connected a whole two hours later.

Kevin’s camera opened first, he was sprawled on the couch, a half-finished bag of chips resting on his chest. You were fast asleep on his shoulder, cheek smushed comfortably against his hoodie, dead to the world.

🧼 #3 joined the call

"Ayoooo," he drawled, munching loudly. "What’s good, brah?"

"NO," Hank 3 shrieked instantly, his camera vibrating from how hard he was shaking his phone. "YOU DID NOT. YOU DID NOT JUST ANSWER ALL SMILEY AFTER WHAT YOU DID."

Kevin blinked, chip halfway to his mouth. "Me? What’d I do?"

"YOU—YOU DIDN’T ANSWER THE CALL."

"Ohhhhhh," Kevin said, smile widening into something bright and smug. "You were tryna tune in?"

"YES, I WAS TRYNA TUNE IN," Hank 3 snapped.

twohanky 👻 and 🦴 hanksz joined the call

"I—" Hank 2’s voice cracked as his face appeared on-screen, pink and flustered.

"I waited, Kev. I had my headphones in. And you just—" he trailed off, voice going wobbly. "You left me on delivered, brah."

Kevin tilted his head, clearly trying not to laugh. "Aww. Sorry, brah."

Hank 1 gave a sad shake of his head, "Not cool, dawg. Not cool."

daddy-o joined the call

Hank 5 popped into frame, sitting in his car. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, and he smiled the moment he saw you asleep on Kevin’s shoulder.

"Aw," he murmured, voice low and warm. "She looks so peaceful."

He glanced at Kevin, smile turning boyish. "Did you send the video yet?"

"Gonna," Kevin replied, shifting just enough to rub your back as you stirred slightly.

"She was so loud, too," he added, grinning. "It was gnarly. You guys would’ve loved it."

"I KNOW," Hank 3 wailed somewhere off-screen

“I’m telling you, homie, if we find a big enough board, we could totally do it!” Four said.

“You’re crazy, bro,” Two said. “No way all five of us are fitting on one surfboard!”

“Were you not listening broseph? We just gotta find one big enough! If we all work together we could ride it. It’ll be the ultimate test of teamwork!”

Four and Two had been arguing about this for hours. One, Three and Five had been listening in with interjecting arguments about whether a Fivesome Board even existed. But they were all interrupted when they heard footsteps in the bedroom outside.

“You dawgs, house homie is home!” Five whispered excitedly.

The closet door opened, letting white light beam into the small space. The owner stood there, in her messy pajamas, glasses on her face and holding the hamper at her side.

“Sup, homie!” the Hanks all said together.

The owner set the hamper down on the floor by the closet door. The Hanks all waved and spoke in unison.

“Hi, Harper!” they said.

Harper wasn’t in human mode, but she could still hear them, she would have rolled her eyes if she had them at her disposal. The owner gave the five of them a grin.

“How you guys doing in here?” she asked. “Too dark in here?”

“Nothing’s ever ‘too’ of anything for us,” One said.

“Just makes the challenge all the more challenging,” Four said.

“What about you, gorgeous?” Three asked, eyeing the hamper. “Got something good for us?”

“Just a small batch this time,” the owner said.

She reached down into the hamper and pulled out something pink and lacy. The Hanks’ eyes all collectively widened as she pulled out a set of black lingerie.

“Oh…even better than I could have imagined,” Three said with a sultry grin.

The owner ignored him and reached for Four, hanging the set on him. She then pulled out another set, this one deep red, and moved that one onto One. Four and One both went hot in the face, while the other three gazed at them with jealousy.

“Where’d you get those?” Five asked the owner.

The owner shrugged.

“I’ve had them for a bit,” she said. “I don’t normally put them in the closet. I usually just keep them in my underwear drawer.”

“So why bring them in here?” Three asked. “A little gift for us?”

The owner snorted and rolled her eyes. It dawned on the Hanks that the owner’s mood, while still friendly, seemed a bit dimmed. 

“No,” she said. “I just…don’t think I’m going to use them enough to keep them close at hand. Plus…I just don’t want to look at them anymore.”

“Why not?” One asked.

“These are, like, beautiful,” Two said, examining the red piece that hung from One. “Even without a body in one of them.”

“I bet they look even better on a body,” Three said, wiggling his eyebrow. “Yours specifically.”

The owner looked at the floor and pursed her lips.

“What’s wrong, homie?” One asked. “You seem downer than the dumps. What about underwear has you so low, bro?”

The Hanks all leaned in a little to listen. The owner sucked in a deep breath through her nose and let it out. Fuck it, if you couldn’t hash out to your houshold appliances, who could you?

“Every time I get with a guy, and I think it’s going good…I buy a lingerie set,” the owner said. “I dunno…something about buying something so intimate for someone…it’s like putting on a seal before a relationship becomes real.” She bit her lower lip. “But before I can show him, he dumps me.”

“Oh, homie…” the boys said.

“The last guy dumped me last night,” she said. “Over text. Didn’t even come over long enough for me to show him.”

“That’s totally lame,” Four said.

“What a grade-a douchebag,” One said.

“That’s why I’m moving the sets in here,” the owner said. “I need to stop wasting money on guys who can’t even break up with me to my face.” 

Her voice broke a little bit. Her body and face tightened like she was trying not to cry.

“Don’t cry, house homie!” One said.

“I’m not,” the owner lied. She cleared her throat. “It doesn’t matter. I’m the idiot crying over guys who

“That guy sounds like a pile of crud,” Three said. For the first time, his flirtatious affect dropped and he actually seemed sincere. “You tried to do something cool for a guy. Meanwhile, he dropped you like you aren’t the coolest person he’s met.”

“If I’m so cool, why do I keep fumbling every guy I meet?” the owner said. “It’s like I’m just a distraction to them. I’ve never met a guy who liked me enough to actually stick around.”

“Automatic no, homie,” Five said. “Couldn’t be less true.”

“You’ve met a guy who likes you enough to stick around,” One said. “Five to be exact.”

The boys all chirp in unison.

“The Hanks think you’re the raddest!"

The owner chuckled and shook her head.

“You’re all sweet,” she said. “But you never leave me because…well…” She gestured to the coat hangers. “You can’t.”

“Just because we can’t doesn’t mean we would,” Two said.

“We love hanging out with you in your big cool house,” Four said.

“You helped us get away from Red Bowl,” One said. “You taught us to care about ourselves, figure out what we like outside of sports, not to mention we’ve seen your wardrobe, and you’ve got a bangin’ sense of style…you’re the best bro we’ve ever had.”

“Besides,” Three said, his flirtatious grin returning. “None of us would ever take anything you wore for us for granted.”

“If someone did that for me, I’d worship them like a goddess,” Five said in a dreamy voice.

At those words, an idea suddenly crept into the owner’s head. She flicked her eyes across the five of them. The Hanks were certainly one of the more unique companions she had around the house. Not just because they came in a set of five, but because of the contradictory things they made her feel. They had the personalities of golden retriever puppies. Happy, bouncy, easily excitable and eager to please. At the same time, they wore tight jumpsuits that accentuated their impressive bodies. And after a string of shitty lovers, the owner was craving a few more than would be a bit more…appreciative. 

“All of you wait in here,” the owner said. “Don’t go ahead.

“Homie,” One said. “We can’t go anywh—”

The closet door shut behind her. 

“Bossy,” Three said with a glint in his eyes. “I love it.”

“What’d you think she’s doing, bruh?” Four said.

The boys were all quiet as they listened intently. They heard clothes rustling, drawers opening. It took them all a moment, but they slowly realized what exactly the owner was planning.

“Bro, I think we’re gonna have a threesome,” Three whispered.

“Bro, there’s six of us,” One said. “It’s gonna be a sixsome.”

“Broooo, I didn’t think that was possible.”

“What are…like…the logistics of that, bro,” Five said. “Like…there’s only so many holes…”

“I don’t care what she does with us,” Three said. “She can use me all night long.”

“Bro, you’re being so cringe again,” Two said. “She’s not gonna want to be around any of us if you keep—”

The boys were interrupted when the closet door opened wide again. Eyes went wide and jaws went slack. The owner stood before them in another lingerie set. This one was black lacy, complete with garters and stockings, and silky robe over top.

“Bruh…” the Hanks all said.

“This is the newest one,” the owner said. “The one the last guy didn’t like.”

“Was that nerd blind or something?” Four said.

“Nerds can’t be blind, bro, they have glasses,” Two said.

“I haven’t worn it yet,” the owner said. She crooked her finger at them. “All of you. In the bedroom. Now.”

The Hanks all looked at each other, then quickly pushed past each other scurrying out of the closet. The player led the harem of boys up to the bedroom and shut the closet door behind all of them. She took a seat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, and looked across all of the boys.

“So, who will it be first?” Three asked with a wink in his eyes. “Just know, numerical order, totally overrated.”

The owner gave Three a look. She supposed it would be mean to make him wait, as he’d been barking like a dog since they met. She crooked a finger to beckon him closer.

“Come here,” she said, like she was commanding a little puppy.

Three grinned.. But he only took one step closer to the bed before the owner lifted a hand to stop him.

“No,” she said. “Not like that.”

She curled her thumbs into the side seams of her underwear, then pulled down her thighs. The boys’ mouths collectively watered as she tossed the black lace on the floor.

“Crawl,” she said.

The owner wondered for a moment if Three would refuse. Too cocky to debate himself like that. But Three proved to be hungrier than even he seemed, because he dropped to his knees and crawled across the floor to her. She rubbed the top of his head.

“Forget lingerie,” she said. “I should hang a dog collar on you.”

Three giggled.

“Whatever the lady wants,” he said. The owner spread her thighs open, and Three didn’t resist. He slipped his tongue between the slit between her legs. The owner closed her eyes and tipped her head back, sliding her fingers down into his red hair. His curls wrapped so naturally around his fingers, like they were made to be pulled.

She tightened her grip in his hair and she jerked her hips into his head. His tongue was long, velvety, and desperately hungry. His hands held the side of her thighs  to keep her close, moaning deep in his throat at her divine taste.

Three could feel his mind turn to soup to his head. The other guys in the room only seemed to faintly exist. Nothing existed anymore except for her. The soft plush of her flesh, the sweet taste of her pleasure, the intoxicating smell of her. He could have stayed on his knees for hours.

But his owner wouldn’t let him. She gripped his hair with both hands, her long nails digging exhilarating pain into his head. She bucked her hips as she skull-fucked him towards a melting climax. She wasn’t alone. Three felt a throb between his legs. He clutched her thighs to keep himself from stroking himself. But the sounds of his owner’s voice and her gush in his mouth was sending him somewhere he couldn’t stop.

“Right there…right there…yes, keep going..”

It was a hot flush up her body. The owner braced herself as warm bliss spread over her body until all she could do was keep riding Three’s tongue. Even once her hips slowed to a stop, Three kept going. He licked and curled his tongue over her clit for no other reason than to taste her a little more.

Finally, the owner gently pushed Three’s head back. His mouth was shiny with her pleasure and his eyes were foggy. It was kind of cute. She wiped a finger along his bottom lip.

“You’re a messy eater,” she teased.

Three chuckled and gave her an impish look.

“You give me plenty to eat,” he said.

Then, her eyes dropped to the floor. On the rug between Three’s thighs was a puddle of seed. Without even touching himself, he finished himself. The taste of her alone had finished him. Clearly, he’d been saving all this for her.

It took a second, but the owner managed to shoo Three away from the bed. Next, her eyes scanned over to Five. He was one of the more bashful of the group next to Two.. His eyes were on the floor until she looked at him, then his face went hot. The owner gave a bemused chuckle.

“Don’t be scared,” she said, motioning him over. “Come here, handsome.”

Five hesitated at first. Not because he didn’t want her, but because he didn’t realize he’d get such one-on-one attention from the owner. But he did as she said and approached the bed. As soon as he was at arm's length, the owner grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him roughly down onto the bed.

Five made a startled sound, and before he could react, she was straddling on top of him. God, she was so pretty. He could have stared at her for hours. But then, he felt her hand spider-crawl down his body and pull down his boxers.

The owner wrapped her fingers around his bulge and Five sucked in a breath like he’d been punched in the gut. Every nerve in his body directed at her hand. She didn’t move it, just held his length in her hand like a threat.

“Hiding all of this under a jumpsuit,” she said. “What a waste.”

Her thumb circled around his tip and Five bit hard down on his bottom lips. His teary-eyes squeezed shut and his hands gripped the duvet.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Please bro, I…. fuck .”

The owner grinned.

“You’re so cute when you squirm,” she said.

“Home girl please…it hurts really bad…I can’t…”

Five was visibly sweating and his owner’s nimble fingers were like torture instruments. His tip was dribbling ferociously, leaving a ugly stain on his boxers. The owner curled her fingers into his waistband and pulled down until Five felt a shivering breeze on his cock. He instinctively reached down to touch it, but the owner snatched his hand away and pinned it on the headboard behind him. She looked at him with hungry eyes.

“Ready for me?” she asked.

Five swallowed.

“Please, do whatever you want,” Five begged. His knuckles turned white gripping the sheets while he desperately tried not to touch his cock. “Just please…please fuck me already…”

His owner smiled, and slowly lowered herself down on him.

Tight wet walls clasped around his length and Five’s breath hitched. His hands immediately grabbed his owner’s hips to keep her steady on top of him. She smirked and licked her canine teeth as she started swerving her hips. Each one sent a sharp wave of pleasure up Five’s shaking body.

“Fuck,” Five croaked.

“”Does that feel good?” his owner said between panting breaths.

Five couldn’t properly respond as his owner’s pussy turned his brain to soup. He lay helpless beneath her as she fucked him deeper into the mattress. The bedframe creaked beneath them the headboard thumped against the wall.

“Yes…” he whimpered.

The owner took one of his hands from his hips and smoothed it up her stomach to her breast. Five’s breath hitched as she moved his hands where she wanted them. He shivered as his hot hand met her stony flesh. He wanted to pull her hand on top of him, warm every inch of her against him.

Instead, he tipped his head back and arched his back in a moan as she ravished his body. After what felt to him like forever and not long enough, Five felt it rising up in him and his hips twitched beneath hers. But then, his owner clapped a hand over his mouth and leaned close to his eyes.

“No,” she breathed. “Me first.”

Five’s eyes welled with tears but he gritted his teeth. He held his breath and pushed himself up deeper inside of her. The owner arched her back and her eyes fluttered shut as she rode him through a shuddering climax.

“That’s right,” she breathed. “Good boy…just like that…”

Once she was finished, the owner  sunk her nails into Five’s shoulders and fucked him with a vengeance. Five’s moans turned to cries and the bed was loud enough that the rest of the house could hear them, but neither of them cared. The owner’s hands smooth up Five’s’s chest and grip his throat.

“Come for me,” she hissed. Her face hovered over his and one hand threaded through his hair. “ Now .” 

Five’s back arched and he clasped her lower back. He squeezed his eyes shut, but his owner grabbed his face and forced him to look her in the eye while he came. Her sharp nails in his cheeks, her lace-clad body on top of him, it was enough to make him…

Then, at that moment, as Five was rushing over the edge and every drop of blood was in his face and neck, he felt her teeth on his neck. It was a sharp pain that made him squeak, but he didn’t fight it. Because a melting orgasm was taking over him and his hips were bucking to meet hers and nothing else existed except—

“Fuck me,” he gasped.

Her hips kept mercilessly fucking him even after every drop of him was gone. When she started to slow, he felt her teeth leave his neck and her tongue licked at the tender flesh she suckled. Five felt weak all over. Like she pulled his soul right out of his body.

The owner collapsed onto the bed and Five excused himself off the mattress. All that fucking sitting up made her tired now. She needed something with a little less effort on her part. Her eyes wandered over to One, who was clasping his hands to his thighs trying not to touch himself. She cocked her head.

“Your turn,” she said.

One gave her a “What? Who? Me?” look, but then approached the bed. For the leader of the group, he now seemed nearly as shy as Two. The owner rolled onto her back and pulled him down into a kiss. It took all of One’s willpower not to surrender and collapse on top of her, pull her into his arms and kiss her until he was sick.

“What do you want me to do?” One said breathlessly. He hovered over her on the bed, his breath hot on her skin.

Oh, nothing got the owner like a man asking for permission. She smirked and reached down to One’s waist and began tugging at his boxers.

“I want you just like this,” she said. “I want to see what your face looks like when we do it.”

One’s heart hitched in his did.. He did as she requested, pulling down the rest of his underwear to free his thick girth. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the seams of the owner’s underwear and peeled it down her legs.

The owner watched One’s face rise above her own. She reached up and cupped his handsome cheek. 

“If you like my laundry,” she whispered. She pressed her bra against his chest. “Then fuck it.”

One didn’t need any more instruction. He gently cupped under the owner’s thighs to spread them open, then readied himself at her entrance. Slowly, carefully, he slid himself inside her. The owner arched her back as he filled her up.

“Fuck…” One shivered. She was dripping wet and hot as iron, it took all his willpower not to start jerking his hips. “Does…does that feel okay, bro?”

The owner bit her lip and nodded, and One slowly began swerving his hips. Slow bursts of pleasure returned to the owner again, but now wider and more potent. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” One moaned.

It was like his body was made specifically for hers. Maybe it was fate since birth, maybe it was some change in him after the imprinting. Regardless, One’s mind evaporated as he pushed inside of her. Not a single thought passed through him except pleasuring the girl who kissed his neck.

The owner tightened her legs around One’s torso and tugged at his collar. Fucking him wasn’t enough, she wanted to melt into him. She clasped a hand on One’s lower back.

“More,” she said. She licked her lips and bit them. “More.”

One’s body reacted to her words. He quickened his pace, pounding his hips until the bed creaked underneath them. The owner’s back arched, pushing herself up to meet One’s body. Her hands gripped greedily at his muscular back.

She was getting close. One could feel it in the way she gripped around him, the way her fluids gushed over his tips, the way her hitching breaths turned to moans. Every instinct in his body wanted to push her over the edge, give her exactly what she wanted.

And as she came closer and closer, he followed right behind.

“I’m yours,” One groaned as he quickened his pace. His heartbeat was a drum in his ears and there was desperation in his movements. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours…”

The owner clenched tight around him as they came both with the force of a lightning strike. Her nails dug lines down One’s back as she finished on his cock. One was right behind her. He could have melted on top of her from the sheer pleasure of it.

One kept moving even as the owner cooled down. He would have happily spent the next few hours making her come again and again. But the owner gave his shoulder a squeeze and he slowed to a stop. His brain was foggy  and he absentmindedly kissed along her shoulder and neck.

“Did you…did you finish, bro?” he mumbled.

The owner felt light as a feather. One’s body was pleasantly hot against hers, his skin shiny with sweat, and his breath was nice in her ear.

“Yeah…” she said wistfully. “I’m okay…” She gave his hot cheek a squeeze. “You’re a sweetheart.”

One flushed in the face, then peeled himself off of her. The only ones left were Two and Four, who already had wet spots at the front of their boxers. The owner noticed for the first time that they were more different than any other two boys in the group. One shy and practical, the other outgoing and impulsive. Sun and moon, day and night, warm and cool.

And she didn’t want to choose just one.

“Both of you, over here,” she said.

Two and Four looked at each other, then back at the owner, then back at each other, then to the owner. Then the two pushed past each other racing over to the bed. The owner sat up so she was seated between them. Two puppy dogs, staring at her with mouth open and desperate, pretty eyes. The owner took both their chins in both her hands.

“You’re both too adorable,” she said. 

Two and Four blushed.

“You’re adorable-er!” they said in unison.

The owner giggled, then moved both of their mouths to kiss her neck. The boys squeezed closer to her until she was sandwiched between them, their lips and tongues lapping at her neck and shoulder. Their hands explored her thighs, her back, her chest. Finally, the owner pulled them both down onto the bed with her.

From there, the three melted into one another. Two and Four kissed and touched the owner all over, moving their hands and lips and tongues along every surface of flesh they could find. The owner felt light as a feather, and she sighed as she was squished between two warm, hard male bodies. She scratched Four behind his head and Two along his hairy thigh.

“Good boys,” she purred.

The three of them entangled together in a hot, sweaty mess of legs, arms and mouths. At some point during all of it, Two and Four managed to remove their boxers. Their cocks were burning red and leaking, ready for her. Good little puppies.

Two pressed a kiss to the owner’s mouth, and reached his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. Four licked hungriled at her back to taste her sweat.

“Two take care of the front,” the owner mumbled. “Four stay behind me.”

“Like, yes ma’am,” Four responded. His breath was hot down her neck.

Two clasped a hand under the owner’s thigh, and lifted her leg to hook around his waist. Four reached around from behind and pressed his hand between her thighs. The owner sucked in a breath as he slid his fingers inside her.

The owner’s breath felt like melting wax as Four’s hand sent waves of pleasure up her body. Two planted thick, wet kisses along her mouth and face. Once Four’s fingers were sufficiently dripping, he pulled out, leaving room for Two to push his cock inside her.

The owner clasped a hand around Two’s shoulders, her nails clawing into his shoulder blade. Behind her, Four took her hips in his hands then pressed his length inside. The owner’s breath hitched as both cocks filled up inside her.

“Mmmm, fuck, you feel amazing,” Four mewed into her neck.

“Fuck, bro,” Two whimpered. “You feel so good.”

The two men started slowly, moving their hips in an even, synced rhythm so the owner’s body could adjust. The bed squeaked under their collective weight and their moans could be heard through the wall. Nothing was outside the walls of this bedroom. All there was was her and the two men inside her.

Two cock pressed perfectly over her clit and Four felt heavenly moving in and out of her. She moaned and sighed with each double wave of pleasure that struck up her body. She tightened her arm around Two’s back and sunk her nails into Four’s thigh.

The men quickened their pace. Two gripped and pounded into the owner like she might disappear again if he let her go. Four grunted into the owner’s neck with each thrust, moaning every bit of desire he held for her since they first met. All the while the owner felt like her hole was slowly burning and she welcomed heat.

She was getting close. And based on the boys grunting louder and louder, they were too.

“Yes…” the owner sighed, tipping her hand back. “Make me come…both of you…now.”

Two and Four fucked with a passion neither of them had mustered before. Their previous fights and arguments melted away. They were working together again, with the same desperate mission to make the woman between them come like a freight train. 

“Home-girl…”

“Babe…”

It was fast and hot and like a lightning strike. Together, all three of them finished a melting climax. Two and Four gripped each other’s arms as they held the owner close in the middle and fucked through every heaving breath. 

Time became murky, but soon the three of them all slowed to a halt. The mattress was dribbled with sweat and come and the air was thick. The owner tried to collect her breath. Two moved a sweaty black hair out of his face and Four kissed the back of her shoulder. The owner clasped a hand to each man’s face.

“Good, you two,” she said. “Good boys…”

The men nuzzled into her touch. Two took her hand and kissed her palm. Four sucked on her finger. After a few minutes of collecting themselves, they both pulled out of the owner respectively. She sunk into the mattress in a warm, satisfied puddle.