#de game

"Fuck," you moan.

What's the point of standing up when you've got heavy hands all over you. You're just outside the closet, groaning as Hank Number Three holds your hips, pressing his hard cock flush against your ass. Hank number One is to your left side, holding up your heavy face, trying to stay the level-headed one, despite the way his left hand slowly stroked his cock.

Hank number Four had hands all over your tits, he was the one who undressed you thus far, squeezing and playing with your nipples. Hank Number Five was right beside Four, his hand was on your right shoulder, staring you down with hazed-over, fucked out eyes. Second to Hank Number Three, he wanted to be inside you the most. You could see the devilish glare, the need to breed glimmering in his eyes.

And in the little gap between Three and One, stood Hank Number Two, staring at you with flushed cheeks, nervous hands, and concerned eyes.

"Aw, dude... So fucking rad," Three groaned out, loving your pretty chest.

"I don't think I can wait anymore," Five barked out, stepping forward, bumping Three's shoulder.

"G-guys, be easy with her. Tell us if you need us to stop, okay," Two's voice was meek, embarrassed, concerned, but lustful. He was nervous, holding back in the qualms of safety, but that look in his eyes was possessive. But still, he stayed controlled, and patient.

You nod, "Mm' okay, thank you Two. Now please l-lets just, get to bed."

"Princess has ordered," Three slyly cackles. It's him and One who help carry your jelly legs to the bed, where your hands and knees meet the plush bedding.

You stay still, still as everyone gets into place.

One sits in front of you, his gorgeously melaninated body glimmering with the smell of shea- and shining with the sight of his abs. To the right of him is Four, who is still wearing his shirt, but his pants have been long abandoned. "House homiee," Four chimes as he sits in front of you. Even when you look down, you see their very different cocks staring at you.

One's dark, skinny, and long dick that was clean and neatly shaved; then Four's massively thick, but mediumly sized tan cock, accompanied by a wild, thick, blonde happy trail. You were leaking, thighs drowning in your own slick. And when you looked up, you saw One's reassuring and encouraging glare, and Four's toothy, excited grin.

On the right side of you, the bed creaks, and you quickly turn your head to see Two, who flinches when you make eye contact with you. His eyes lower to his friend's cocks, and then to your breasts before falling back on you nervously. He's the only one fully dressed, not even with his fly undone. He is watching you, reading you, making sure you're okay still. But also with the hunger of a repressed teen. It made your pussy flutter.

A strong, sly voice boomed behind you, as you felt warm, large hands on your ass. "Look what we have here," a cock with a fat head slaps your pussy, forcing you to groan out. You glance behind you, and you see Three, biting his lips with a flush face. He mumbles, "Can I go first hot stuff? I'll rock your world if you let me..." he's sexy, the way he husks his voice, lowering a sexy gaze.

To the right of him is Five, whose eyebrows are pinched with restraint, his eyes lock onto where Three's cock meets your pussy. He's also fully naked along with Three, Four's gorgeously tan body glimmers like a Greek God's.

You nod, "Yes. G-Go ahead, Hankk."

Three smiles, it is a delighted one that breaks his playboy persona. His fat head dribbles precum all over your labia, slapping and teasing your hole. The whole room was holding their breath, each Hank breaking for the moment Three will penetrate you. And all you could stare at was the two cocks right next to you, your mouth watering on who you choose first.

Pressure hits your hole, and in one second, Three's pushing inside.

"Woooaah."

"Dude!"

"Fuck me..."

An entourage of whelps leave the Hanks, as you feel Three take his hands off you. Your wetness takes him in quick, leaving lewd squelching behind, as you warm up his already piping hot dick. The space where you meet felt so full, so hot, so delicious, especially with how fat his cockhead was.

You shout in ecstasy, "H-Hank!"

They all cry in unison, "Yes?"

You groan out, "F-fuck me!"

That's all it takes for Three to get into overdrive, "Oh yeah, baby!" He starts thrusting in at a quick and hard pace, slamming into your body, milking out every erotic sound your pussy could think of. Your hungry mouth picked its choice, as your hand grabs One's base.

"Ff-- One, o-on your knees," you manage out. Still, both One and Four get on their knees. With One directly in line with your mouth, and Four more to the side of One, holding his friend's shoulders in anticipation.

"Dudeee," Four bark in encouragement.

"M-Me, really? T-Thanks darling," One gulps.

It's all feedback, as your lust takes over. You sink onto One's cock, trying your best to love him with your mouth under Three's bullying thrusts. Your sucks are interrupted by your own fierce moans, your suction sloppy, but the look on One's face is priceless. He looks like he's gonna blow any minute now. Blow so early.

Your eyes flicker to Four, as you grab his thick cock with one hand. "Damn! Duuudee," Four holds his head. You're too fucked out to do anything with his cock, so Four tightens his hand around yours, then fucks into your hand for you. "Hehe, you're too cute, panda," Four giggles out like a fanboy.

In an out-of-character fashion, you hear Five growls out, "C'mon take that shit." His hand raises and cracks on your ass, forcing you to choke on One.

"Hank Number Five," The Hanks exclaim in shock.

"G-Guys! What the hell! Be careful with her," Two is stammering, and his voice is heavy, painful, and thick.

Truth be told, you almost forgot he was back there, cold, waiting, watching over you.

You grip Three's cock at Two's works, forcing the redhead to moan out. "Princess likes you, Two," Three chuckles.

Two gulps, "R-Really?"

Five husks out, "She just gripped Hank when you spoke."

"A-Ah, cause of me?" Two gasps.

You hear One groan out, "Fuck I might b-bloww!"

"We know," The Hanks chant in unison.

"Why don't I kick this baby into high gear," Three mumble.

One slips out of your mouth as if to stop his orgasm prematurely. You try to turn to take Four in, but Three starts hammering you. Your face hits One's hip, and your hands fly forward in support. You need something to cling to, to grip, as each heavy, intense thrust breaks your mind.

"C-C'mere--" you shout out, and both One and Four flop onto their knees. Four grabs you, scooting in close, resting your head on his shoulder, as your hands grip and claw at his shirt.

"You okay, compadre," One asks, peeking over Four's shoulder, his hand petting your head.

Four chimes in, "He's getting radical, dude!"

You nod excitedly, sweat sticking your hair to your head.

"My-- hot cakes! Look b-behind you," Three grunts out.

You gaze over your shoulder to see Three. Both of his hands are behind his mop of red-haired, and his eyes are potent with bewitching lust, as he performs his horribly good thrusts. "I can do it with no hands baby," Three laughs.

"Fuccck! Haank," You're losing your mind.

Quickly, his eyes shot behind his lashes. "Oh-- ff, I'm gonna cum," Three gargles out.

The Hanks shout in unison, "We know!"

With one last mighty thrust, Three sprays your walls, burying balls deep into you. If he didn't object, you'd have to worry about pregnancy. Either way, you're happy you can have the fantasy now with them without the repercussions.

Five, once again, too wild for his own good, cracks your ass again, "Drink it up... That's it..."

"Good g-girl... So good f'me," Three says as he slides out.

Five is greedily beginning to take your ass when you suddenly call out. "W-Wait, hold on guys."

They all pause, looking at you, waiting for your instruction.

You flip onto your back, your head hitting Four's chest.

"What is it, panda," Four chimes.

You spread your legs, it's seductive, the way everyone (almost everyone) can see Three's cum spill out of your ass. You turn to Two, who squeaks, his face hot red. "C'mere, Two... Come take me," you smile kindly.

Two gulps, but he doesn't hold back anymore. Three and Five climbs out of the way, making room for Two as he sits between your legs, leaning down to gratefully kiss you. Tongues were exchanged before he patted with a hearty smack.

Two's gone mad, he stammers, "T-Thank you I-- I just I... I'm gonna eat it!"

All the Hanks shout in unison, "Radical!"

Two gets on his hands and knees, he's fervent like a dog, grabbing your thighs and sucking all of Three's cum out of your body. The sound is strong, and his suction game is strong.

"Dude... No way," you head Three gasps. Your eyes flicker over to him, and he is standing next to the bed, on the left side of Two. When he catches you staring, he throws a wink and a cute smile your way.

You giggle between a moan, as you glance over to Five. He's staring still at your pussy, as if entranced by your ass. His cock is a bright red, visibly throbbing, his cock was so hard that his head curved to kiss his stomach. Poor thing. You almost felt bad for him.

One brushes Hair out of your face with his hand, giving you a clear view of Two as you look down at him.

Two finishes sucking out every last drop, answer immediately gets started with a fat stripe. He licks and parts up your labia, determined to drink you up before you even fall, and then he takes your clit. The whole time you can hear how heavy his breath is, how he pants like a hungry dog. And once he latches onto your clit, there was no going back.

"Fu-- Ooh-- Mmn," you couldn't find anything to say as you threw your head back, ecstasy sparking from your clit and to your brain. You felt electric all over, bucking and squirming, drowning in Two's skillfulness.

"Gonnammff make youff, cum, dearestff," Two moans out. Your hands shoot and grab locks of his black hair, bucking, riding his mouth so disrespectfully. But with the way he was taking it, it fueled his ego.

"Dude.... I'm so hard," Four groans out above you. "We've never seen you so passionate, Two," he says.

"This is too hot, Hank," One mumbles out.

Three laughs, singing a song you haven't heard of, "I'm talking about inn it!"

"She looks so good," Five moans out, but you're not sure if he's talking about you or your pussy.

"I'm gonna- cum," Two shout against your labia.

The Hanks laugh at first, then in sync, they sing, "Wee know brochacho!!"

Two slide thick fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting along with every feisty tongue flick. It's enough to send you over the edge as you throw your head harshly back against Four, Your orgasm flushing over you hitting like a crate. Three and Five each grab your thighs, holding them apart so you don't crush Two in your essay. Two flips his head up from your pussy, his nose and chin wet with slick. He gasps excitedly, "You c-came first! Yess-- oh god," he isn't able to finish though, as he soaks his suit with his cum.

One pats your head, whispering sweetly so that only you could hear it, "You're doing so well... you're so pretty... so good... keep going... take us all." Fire erupts your loins. You'll take this challenge.

There is chatter around you, but you can barely focus on it. When you finally come to, you see the sight unfolding between your legs.

It's Five, getting between you with a dangerous look, as Two sits next to him, and Three keeps his position standing next to the bed. They are both scolding Five, Five drowns them out, just like you are. He narrows in close to you, looming over your body, slowing down time- speaking just to you. "I'm gonna breed you... I'm going to fuck you," he says as if no one else had already. "I'm gonna take my time, and no one else is gonna be able to touch you."

"Dude!"

"Five! What's going on with you!"

"No fair!"

The Hanks shout.

Five disregard them with a humored laugh. But he looks dead into your eyes again, laying his hand on your waist. "Will you let me, princess," Five doesn't break eye contact with you.

"Yess, as you wish, Hank," you moan out.

"That's my sweet girl," Five smiles. He is so pretty it enchants you. Five steals your lips, running an electric hand up and down your body. His kiss is passionate, and it's like now that he has you, he finally calms down. He parts your lips, wiping the string of saliva that connects you.

He grabs you by your waist, adjusting your, laying your head back against Four's shoulder, grabbing your hips, pushing his hips flush against you. Then, he grabs your legs, tossing them both together over his left shoulder. His left arm holds them together. You're folded like a sandwich between Four and Five, your eyes flicking to them both.

"Caaar-fulll," Two chimes, still crawling up close to see the magic happen. His hand is out, reaching for your leg.

"Don't touch, Two," Four mumbles. You glance at his face, as best as you can, watching the bright-eyed gleam in his eyes. He gulps as if he's watching something holy behold. And with the way the other Hanks are dead quiet, they feel the same. "I want Five to dom-min-nate," Four pops every word out in a sing-song chant. "It's gonna get wicked! I'm soo hard right now, panda." He rushes the last sentence out under his breath.

Your arm slides up, wrapping loosely around Four's neck and head for stability. "You'll get your turn soon, Four," you whisper under your breath, only for him to see. He groans happily in your ear.

Five steals your attention when his long cock, far longer than One's begins to kiss your hole. There's no resistance as it slips in, and adverse to Two's fingers or Three's fat head, he shoots deep and far within you, hitting you in your womb, his head far in your belly. Intact, his tip meets your cervix perfectly. Perfect, as his cock pops out of your tummy, leaving a sexy bump.

"No way!" Four shouts, and he practically mars your eardrum.

"I wanna see," Two whines as he picks over Five's shoulder. "Gnarly," he swallows thickly. When you look over, Three's walked over too, looming over Five's left shoulder with widened eyes.

Damn! Everyone was watching!

Five begins to thrust, hitting your cervix almost every time. You jerk at the foreign feeling as if there was a wall within u getting reached. Every thrust had the wall shaking, the softness of his head cushioned the impact, making waves of electricity spark out in your body. And Five wasn't playing fair either. He thrusts all the way in briskly but sold out deathly slow.

Your eyes rolled back every time he pulled his way out, playing with your stretched-out hymen, watching you light up when he plunged right in. Your pussy loved it, how it sang out, how everyone went quiet to watch and to hear you. He was so deep you could feel him in your tummy, moving everything around, causing butterflies to build.

And oh were you loud.

"Brooo Five- C'mon Five don't milk your turn. I'm leakin' over here," Four exclaims, grabbing his hair in anticipation.

"Yeah, man you're taking too long," Three steps in. Three reaches over, his fingers pinch Five's left nippled. Five gasps sharply, thrust jaggedly within you on accident. "Never said we couldn't touch you, amigo," he grins seductively.

Two rushes over, his fingers stealing, and teasing Five's right nipple.

"We know this makes you haywire," Two whispers.

They both twist and pull at him out of sync, one precise when the other's soft, one rubbing when the other pulls and flicks. Five's face gets hot, his grip on you weakening. "Sorry- gang," Five manages out from deep pants.

"Well? What are you waiting for," Four shouted enthusiastically.

"Pound that pussy," they all holler in unison.

"N-No way," you manage out.

They all dart eyes at you. "Want us to stop," they ask.

You shout, "Don't!"

With your okay, Five picks up tremendous speed, he's not as fast as Three, but he makes quick work of you. The main difference is how he finds your cervix every damn thrust, how he folds you forward a little, your thighs putting pressure all on your bladder. Your toes squeeze, you hold back the urge to squirt, and it's all way too hard with how the Hanks began to chant.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum," They chant. It affects Five greatly, getting sloppy, his eyes are behind his head, and his chest twitching for more nipple play.

And in one strained mewl, "I'm cuuming," he slams against your cervix one final time, grinding down deep into your ass as he splatters straight into your womb. The sensation is heavenly, your legs shake, a shiver curling down your back.

"Nice homie! Wicked," The Hanks shout.

You're light-headed, even as the orgasm fades, even as your legs are laid back down. Two notices, crawling right over. "Wanna take a break? Eat some lunch, water--?"

"Yes-- please," you swallow thickly.

--

Lunch was over. And there was a standoff happening between Hank number One, and Hank number Four.

You were seated by the pillows on your bed, arms folded, legs crossed a stern and serious look on your face to heighten the occasion.

"I knew it would come to this, number Four," One puffs out his chest.

Both the boys are sitting crisscross on the bed in front of you, holding out their hands for the greatest challenge of all time.

Rock-Paper-Scissors.

In the back were the other Hanks, Five was sitting on your dresser next to the bed, shirtless. Meanwhile, Two and Three stood in the back, at the foot of your bed. They were stern, serious, ready.

"I'm totally gonna win bro," One chimes.

"Hehe yeah... I'm not good at this game," Four giggles. "But that's okay, I'm cool with waiting."

One is touched, his eyes growing teary, "Really bro?"

"Of course dude!"

"I would feel the same if I lost man. I j-just-- I love you guys," One gasps.

"We love you too," you all shout back at him.

"Now! Let the games begin, boys," You command.

One immediately narrows his eyes, readying up his power fists. Four gulps, biting his lips nervously. "Bro-- I-- I think I might pick rock-- I'm gonna pick rock," Four shouts prematurely.

"Dude! I don't think you're supposed to say that," One creaks nervously.

"Oh-- shit! Uhh uh," Four stammers.

One says, "Let's just start okay? Rock-Paper-"

"Scissors-- Sh--"

Time seems to slow down for one, as he stares at the hands laid out. Four was not going to pick rock, he announced it already. So. That only left Paper or scissors. Four must be going for paper!

With his decision made, "Shoot!" One slams down Scissors.

"Ooohhh," The Hanks shout.

He opens his eyes to find.

Hank number Four had chosen.

Rock.

One grabs chunks of his locs, "What!"

"I panicked I got nervous," Four grabs his mop of curly blond hair.

Three laughs, gripping One's shoulders, "You lost bro!"

Five giggles from the dresser, slapping his thigh comically.

"Eeh it's alright One, The last is always the best," Two giggles.

Four suddenly gasps, you can see the gears turning in his head, "Oh wait-- I won? Haha! Panda, I won! Wait... Is this turn out okay with you cause... Cause... I've got this secret fetish and uh..."

You all shout, "Spill!"

"Well," Four pauses, turning to you at the head of the bed, crawling close. "Well, I uh... I've always wanted to do anal..." he shyly scratches the back of his head.

"Anal-?!"

"Bro you've never told us," Two gasps.

Five shakes his head, "Was this because of that dream we had a few months ago?"

"Hehe yeah. In the one where Three was doing anal with panda bear," Four shyly giggles.

"You guys had a dream like that," you swallow thickly.

Three laughs, "Yeah... It was good, baby."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. You speak, "Well. I've never done anal before..."

"Don't worry, We'll put in the proper care and safety to ensure this will be a good experience for you," One beams.

Two nods, "Safety first!"

"Alright. Hankie... You're getting your wish," you smile.

"Shreddin'," Four beams.

-

You were so anxious, laying on your back, spread wide in the middle of the bed. You all had just finished prep, and the Hanks split off the bed to give you space. It was only Four, Two, and Three who stayed close, each trying to keep an eye on things. Four was naked, finally, his tan skin gorgeous under the evening light, his bouncy curls to die for. He had a condom over his thick, fat dick, and lube in his hand.

To the right of you, next to your head was Two, who gave you a proud thumbs up. "I'll be here if you get scared-- or if it hurts, just let me know," he smiles, his cute obsidian eyes stealing you away.

"You got this, sonr sweat it," Five calls to you.

"Thanks, guys," you swallow thickly.

Four looms over your body, flashing you that toothy smile. "I'm gonna be slow, panda-baby," he whispers. His lips pepper your cheek and forehead before he steals your lips. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it's you who adds spice as you slip your tongue in, licking up the gap in his teeth.

"Sshit, radical," he pulls out the kiss, his lips finding your sweet nipples.

You won't believe it.

You finished pleasuring three Hanks. Now, you're on your fourth.

The day is still young.

You've got one more left.

What's worst, you're still deathly horny.

These boys were corrupting you.

He plays with your breasts, flickering your nipples, sucking sweetly on them. Then part to do a trail of kisses down your tummy. He leans up, and his cock hits your fully prepped ass. You grab his hair, "Whooa--" Yanking him by his golden curls to your mouth.

He hums delightfully, kissing you sweetly as his head presses against your entrance. He slips in by little, the feeling is completely foreign. His thickness seems to pressure your vaginal walls, the wall between your vagina and ass is thin, thunder enough for the pressure to subtly stimulate your vagina. You gasp sharply.

Panick interrupts the room, "What is it homie," they holler.

Four stammers, "Need me to stop?"

You blink, "N--nouh... Its nothing... S-Safe word is uhh... Feather."

They chant, "Okay!"

Four seems so hesitant to continue, but you pull his lips back down to yours, reassuring him. He takes you nicely, pushing his fat, average-sized thickness deep into your body. Your ass sings out, squelching on mountains of lube. Once he was fully in, you could feel your vagina walls seem to kiss, laying flat against each other. The sensation is foreign, foreign enough to force a deep, thick moan out of you.

"'M thrust now, panda bear," Four mumbles.

You nod, and he starts a slow pace, enough for you to see what you're getting into without committing to it. Your head flies back, your grip on his shoulders growing deadly.

It didn't feel bad.

It felt so damn strange.

But it wasn't bad.

You needed more, more to tell if you liked it, you ran a hand down Four's chest, "M-more- hankie."

His face heats, a twitch flipping in him; he starts really thrusting in, and Hank number Four likes it hard. He fucked into you like he meant it, holding back, but the drool on his lips showed he wanted it rougher. Your holes clench one around his cock, the other around itself, and your legs wrap vice around his hips. From here, like this your pussy was getting stimulated, and you slowly began to let go of Four's shoulders, he leaned back upright, holding your hips, his face red hot, mouth agape, moans trailing out.

"Let me find-- it," Four groans. He slams into you, angling his head up words, it's sharp at first, it hurts but as he pulls out the pain melts into pleasure. Confusion struck your brain as he thrust in again, only this time, he struck your bladder, all the way from your ass.

Your back arches off the bed, your toes curling drool falling out the corners of your lips. "No-- Way! What's tha-- ooh fuck," you mewl.

"That's your g-spot, homie," Three laughs delightedly.

One gasp, "He's stimulating your g-spot from your ass."

"This is so hot," Five swallows thickly.

"G-Gnarly," Four moans out, his eyes squeezing tight, as he drops his head back slightly. His thrusts are precise, and relentless on your spot. Your vagina sparks, clit throbbing. This feeling is so nice but, it could be better-- maybe if... Maybe if one joined you.

No way, you're not ready for it.

Absent-minded lying, your fingers trail to your clit.

"I'm on it," Two and Three both shout and before you know it, the redhead and the raven that are on the palms, leaned over to lick your clit. Their heads bump, and it catches you off guard in a laugh that turns into a deep, moan.

"Hey! Me first," Three gulps.

"No way, I'm better at it," Two growls.

"Just take turns man," Five speaks.

Three winks at you, spreading your legs out wide, and burying his face where Four's abdomen hits your ass. His lips greedily flick and suck at your clit, the sensation of his beard hair drives you mad. You cry out, sparks shooting to your mind. You're going crazy. Two crawls up, his cute face beaming as he sucks on your tit, flickering and playing with your other nipple the way he handled Five.

"Homies I'm gonna cuuum," Four moans. He bites his lips intensely. "It -- suh'good... s'good!"

"We know," they cheerfully chant.

It was like the words, Three and Four locked in. Four slams into your spot roughly, turning into some sort of animal, setting off fireworks, while Three sucks at you like a wild man, not caring how Four's body slaps his cheek for every thrust.

You couldn't control yourself, you squirted out. It was addictive, you were going crazy. Your pussy was leaking all over, your orgasm coming sharp.

"Wa-- Wait-- Three- I don't wanna cum yet," you slobber. You had to save your energy for One.

Three pulls back, biting his lips, "Oh? You like that hot stuf--"

Four shouts, "Gonna blow!" He pulls all the way out, jerking his cock above you, aiming hot shots right onto your belly. "Rrr--uhh radicall," he grunts out erotically.

You gasped and groaned out, holding your head, confusion and excitement in your brain. There's this buzz as all the Hanks rush over to the bed, ogling you. It's all toned out for a moment in your ecstasy, but when you come too a second later, Three is licking the cum off your stomach.

"How was it," they all ask. Four grab locks of his blonde curls in anticipation.

"I-- I think we need to try it again but," you're too shy to put up the words, so you raise two fingers and then join them by a third.

Three gasps out, "Double stuffed!"

Four cries out as if he's lost his mind. He barks, "O-ray-o Cookies with Extra Thick Filling!"

One chimes in, "A sandwich, amigo!"

Two shakes his head, "Nono- you're still an amateur you're not ready yet!"

Three grins, biting his lip. "I'd be happy to be your third, hot stuff. If you want me," he spoke.

"Some other time," you swallow thickly, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

"Came out a change woman, princess," Five leans over and kisses your forehead. "I'm proud of you for doing this with us..."

Your eyebrows pinch in annoyance, "You talk like it's over. I still need one more," you bite your lips, seductively pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You part your legs out wide for all the Hanks to see, your body's all stretched out all over, and they bite their lips. You're erotic.

"C'mere baby," you wink.

"Ooooohhhh," the room erupts with whoops.

You extend a sexy finger forward pointing straight at one. You're sure if he could, he'd be blushing right now. He gulps. You curve your finger, beckoning him over.

"Y-Yes ma'am," he gulps.

The Hanks cheer, "The Final Hank!"

Three bites his lips, "The first shall be last and the last shall be first!"

Four's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "Wait... But... That's not how it happened though..."

"It's a saying," Two chuckles.

"Brodies, he's walking over," Five squeaks in excitement.

One crawls over to you, his face is shy and nervous, but he can't help but have a charming smile. Your arms slip around his shoulders, and he picks you up into his lap. His skin is so warm, warm as he embraces you, as he slots your hips into his, closing the space, his cock against your swollen clit. He murmurs, "You're always so pretty."

"Thanks, Hank," you lean in for a kiss, and it smacks heartedly.

"I don't want too much from you... If it's okay, I just wanna do this," he leans back a little, and you follow his lead, as he pours lube over his cock, then pulls you so your clit is back flush against his cock. You bite your lip, straddling him on each side, preparing to ride. "Wanna make you cum," One whispers.

His warm hands lovingly slide up your waist and hips, as you begin to grind and slide up against him, your clit throbbing, rubbing it against his hot, skinny dick. His hands grip your ass, squeezing it tight. He was so kind, not wanting to penetrate you, but instead gazing deep into your eyes, grinding into you as you slid up and down him.

You can't look away the moment is too sweet.

You've somehow fallen deeper in love with the Hanks, all of them. All of their subtle differences in personalities, the way they fuck, the way they are. Their union, their brotherhood.

You take One's lips, hands sliding up in his hair, adoring the way he cages you safe in his strong arms.

You feel the bed shift behind you, and your hands slide up and down your back. There are lips against your ear, "Thanks, thanks a lot for this," Number Two mutters. He starts to pepper kisses on your back and neck, briefly, gently, and playfully nipping your neck.

"I love you, Hanks," you sigh.

"We love you too," they cheer sweetly. They take the words as their welcoming to all come close. Five reaches over to pet your head, flashing that cute, gentle smile your way. The weight on the bed shifts on your right, and there is Three, flashing you a seductive wink as he lies on his side, watching the action unfold. And just beside him with Four, who shared a puppy dog look.

Your eyebrows pinch, putting against One's cock was getting to you.

"Gonna cum, hot stuff," Three asks.

You nod sharply, burying your head into One's neck. He whispers in your ear, "Go ahead, cum, honeypie." One's voice is smooth. You take his advice, bucking and putting into his sweet cock, toes clenching before a soft, slow orgasm washes over you.

Your body relaxes completely in One's hold, as Two rubs careful hands up your body. Three speaks, "Brought you water and a cleanup towel, sweetie."

Four speaks, "Yeah, we'll take care of you for the rest of the day. You focus on recovery, homie!"

Five, who still pets your head lovingly, asks, "Want that water now, princess?"

-

The aftercare is sweet. All hands were on you, along with sweet praises and excited, accomplished laughter. The evening was winding late, and the six of you tuned in for bed, knowing soon, the dateviator charge would run out. Only more motivation to work hard and realize them soon.

The hanks and you were cuddled up for bed, with two behind you, spooning you. And five laying on his back next to you, your arms wrapped around one of his, as you mindly rubbed your face against him. One and Three were engrossed in convo at the end of the bed, and Four found laying in between your legs most comfortable.

And with droopy eyes, you looked at them all, savoring their image before you were forced to fall into a deep sleep.

-

Chance

He became a millionaire after growing a very popular G&G streaming channel. While he donates a good chunk of the money, he has no idea what to do with the rest. The most frivolous he is is when purchasing nerdy merchandise. Otherwise, he lives fairly modestly. A nice two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of a major city. 

Eventually he finds you. Looking stunning in your costume during the local renaissance fair. He himself was also dressed up, a bit brooding and mysterious beneath that hood. Discovering you both attended the festival alone, he asks to join you for the day. 

“Ho! Fellow traveler!” He says with a nervous lilt to his voice.

“Hoe?” You question.

“N-not like that!” He raises his hands up to show he isn’t a threat.

Snickering, you shake your head.

“I’m fucking with you, dude.” 

“Oh! Ah, I see!” He chuckles awkwardly. “I hope this isn’t weird, but I noticed that you are on your own.”

“That obvious, huh?” You try to get a look at him, but his hood has much of his face in shadow.

“A bit, but fear not! I am alone as well!” He twiddled his fingers nervously. “So, would you like to go about the fair together?” He asked, voice soft.

“Sure! But before we continue, could I see what my fellow traveler looks like? And maybe get their name?” You gave him a soft smile that had his heart swelling. 

“Why of course!” He pulled off his hood, revealing quite the handsome face. “I’m Chance.” He offered his hand.

You took it, giving him your name. He said it back to you, making your cheeks flush. Oh, you’d love it if he spoke your name some more. 

“Uh, shall we?” He motioned for you to move along with him. 

“We shall!” 

Both of you wander the festival talking about everything and nothing. When you get peckish, you stop for a meal. Chance will not let you pay. Whatever, you’ll cover the next time. However, you never get the opportunity. You try to purchase some jewelry? Chance has got it. You eyeballed a leatherbound journal? Chance hands it to you like it’s nothing. As the day progresses, Chance realizes he really likes this. He really likes you, and seeing the sparkling adoration in your eyes when he procures an item for you makes him feel… good.

During your conversations, he finds out how you’re a broke student trying to finish your masters. While you greatly appreciate his generosity, you couldn’t accept all of this. However, he insists. 

When the day ends, you find yourself heading home safely in an Uber (paid for by Chance), a pile of gifts, and his number tucked into your pocket.

It takes a few days, but you muster up the courage to text him. When you do, he is ecstatic. Immediately asking you out on a date.

Of course, it’s very fancy. While Chance doesn’t think you’re a golddigger, he does not have much experience in the dating department. People like fancy restaurants, right?

When you meet him at the restaurant, you are extremely overwhelmed. Trying to figure out what you can afford to order. You never let people pay on the first date. Chance realizes this and reassures you. Telling you to get whatever you want. Anything at all. There’s a glimmer in his eyes when you accept and order something appealing. 

While you’re not the most comfortable with it at first, you eventually get used to Chance treating you constantly. Anything and everything you want is yours. 

“I saw you eyeing that book in the store, do you want it? I think it’s a series. I can get you all signed copies!” He exclaimed, that familiar gleam in his eyes. 

The man turns what would be a $20 purchase into a $500 one. If he spots that you like something, it will end up in your hands at some point. He will also do a lot of research into some of his gifts for you, making sure you end up with only the best. It’s not a hassle for him, in fact, he likes it. Almost like he’s been given a challenge. 

Of course, you indulged in his wants too. The man loves his roleplay, and with his funds, you can become anyone he wants you to be. Royalty locked in a tower ready to be saved then ravaged by their knight in shining armor. A seductive assassin needing to woo the wealthy nobleman. A kidnapped innkeeper on a pirate ship. The possibilities were endless and always came with a well crafted costume and story. 

You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it as well. It seemed like Chance’s sexual satisfaction came from you joining in on the roleplays. When it came down to business, the man worshipped you like a god. (Which just so happened to be one of the roleplays you partook in).

That man love, love, loves to go down on you. Telling you how he could spend days between your thighs. Licking and sucking away at your overstimulated sex till you’re babbling incoherently. 

The way he fucked you depended entirely on how you were playing in the bedroom. He loves to manhandle you when you play as royalty. Taking you from behind with a thick hand around your throat. But, he also loves when you ride him like no tomorrow. Whimpering and begging for you to let him cum. 

Then there are the times you make love. No scenario planned out. Just the feeling of warm hands sliding up your thighs. Soft kisses pressed to your jaw as sweet nothings were whispered in your ear. Before you knew it, you were beneath him. Cock stretching you out deliciously slow. Every thrust making you shiver and moan. The man awestruck as he watched you fall apart beneath him. Absolutely in love with a person like you that would have him. Just hearing you say those three simple words has him cumming inside you.

While he tries not to show it, he can be a bit possessive. When someone looks at you the wrong way, he makes sure you know who you belong to. He has a bit of a thing for marking you up to lay his claim. Not that you mind. Once or twice, he’s caught you appreciating the bruises that litter your neck and chest. 

Since he’s relatively famous in the nerdy-sphere, he’s always reassuring you that he’s yours all the way. Honestly, it doesn’t really bother you that his fans try to flirt with him, but it bothers him. He wants to make sure that you know where his loyalties lie. After he comes back from a convention or fan event, he’s making love to you. Needing to share his unwavering affections for you to make sure you’ll never forget. And you never do. 

Parker

He owns a game company that gained quite the notoriety and subsequently earned millions. Though he’s not one for the constraints of capitalism, so he tries to get rid of the cash. Whether it’s through charities, or donating to research efforts. 

Parker stumbled upon you when you were working your part-time job at a local game store. He spotted you putting out some new games that just so happened to be ones that he had a hand in creating. When he sees you, he’s enamored. Immediately, he decides he needs to get to know you. 

Sidling up to you, he tries to get your attention. You eye him out of your peripheral, asking if he needs anything. 

“You play this before?” He asks, pointing at the stack of game boxes in your hands. 

“Uh no, we just got it in.” 

“Cool, cool.” He attempts to nod nonchalantly. “I’m Parker!” He introduces himself with an extended arm, then realizes you have no way to shake his hand. 

“Cool…” You look around you, wondering if someone is trying to prank you.

“I made that game.” He said, pointing at the stack again. 

“Neat.” This was becoming very awkward. “I’m sorry, do you need help with anything? I really need to keep restocking.” 

“S-sorry. Gosh, I’m so bad at this.” He stuttered nervously, face red. “You’re like, really hot.” He clamps his mouth shut at the confession. 

Your face turns red, as you take in the man before you. Cocking your head to the side, you realize, he’s pretty good looking himself. 

“Uh, that probably came off super creepy.” He let out a long breath.

“Just a bit.” Leaning the boxes on your hip, you pinch your fingers together for emphasis. 

“Can I start over?” He asks, eyes pleading with you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a nod.

“Thank you.” He breathed out in relief. 

“Hi, I’m Parker.” 

You give your name to him.

“You are a very attractive person, and I would like to go on a date with you.” 

“Are you asking me out?” You question, now amused at the situation you have found yourself in. 

“Yes, I am.” He blushes.

“Okay, Parker. I’m off at seven.” You give him a coy smirk, and wave him off. 

He’s right on time when you're off. Nervously tapping his foot when he sees you exit the store. 

The impromptu date is fun. You grab ice cream, go on a walk around a park, he tells you terrible jokes, it’s nice. Then he invites you back to his place, not to sleep with you, but he has a ton of games that you guys could play. 

Based on his appearance, you assume he’s taking you to a studio apartment of some sort. Little do you know, he lives in a fucking penthouse. The kind that has an elevator that goes directly to his apartment, making you realize he’s got MONEY money. 

Walking into the apartment, you gaze around in awe. It was huge, with very tall ceilings. It’s oddly decorated with various knicknacks, antique games, and colorful furniture. All of it clearly fit Parker’s style. 

He invites you to his game room. A space with shelves filled with all kinds of games. Although you work at a game store, the amount is overwhelming. He asks you to pick a game, so you go for something simple. A classic like Uno or chess. It doesn’t matter what you pick, Parker’s just ecstatic that you’re playing something with him. He is falling even harder when you beat him at whatever game you’re playing. Insisting that you’ll have to keep playing against him. 

Before you know it, you’ve spent a few hours just playing with him. Each of you sharing bits about your lives as you draw cards or move game pieces. Parker is loving every moment of it. When you eventually mention the kind of life you live as a broke, single person, gears start moving in his brain. Perhaps he could assist you, it’s not like he needs the money. 

When he starts to aid you financially, he discovers he really likes it. Eventually, you find yourself barely lifting a finger. Your rent? Paid for on the dot every month, until he decides he really wants you to move in with him. When your phone breaks? You’ve got a new one, plus you’re on Parker’s plan now. If you even mention wanting something, you’ve got it. 

You don’t know how to handle all of this at first. Parker is pretty forward with everything that he does, and when he discovers he enjoys something, he’s enjoying it to the fullest. So treating you is honestly treating himself. You can try to get him to ease up, but the most that’s going to do is keep his enjoyment on the down-low. Yeah, you’re not getting out of this easily, so it’s best to just accept it for what it is. 

“C’mon sweetheart, you know how much I love treating you. Just enjoy it, I know I am.” Parker says as you watch him sign a check for a brand-spanking new car just for you. “I’m tired of you driving that lemon anyways. So, just accept it.” He smirks as he presses a kiss to your lips. 

Parker doesn’t expect anything in return outside of seeing you happy. However, if you wish to give him some sugar, he certainly won’t mind. He loves getting you on your knees before him, and enjoys when you praise him or give him “thanks,” especially when you do so with that pretty mouth of yours. Whispering a “thank you” practically has the man cumming immediately. 

I think Parker is the type of guy that likes to show you off. I don’t know if he’s necessarily possessive, but he does like knowing that you’re his. The man does like to bite, and will make sure the world sees those lovely marks he presses into your skin. 

In terms of actually fucking you, he’s a desperate whiny mess. Running a business does keep him busy, so when he actually has time with you, he’s using it. Oftentimes that ends up meaning he’s using you. Letting out all that pent up frustration from dealing with bureaucrats and upper management bullshit. You’re getting absolutely railed if it’s been a particularly stressful day. Don’t worry, he makes sure to let you know he’s not mad at you. When he’s done he’s giving you the sweetest aftercare. Pressing soft loving kisses to your skin as he showers you with praise and adoration. Exclaiming how lucky he is to have someone like you putting up with the likes of him. 

Diceplay

Parker and Chance run a YouTube/streaming channel that has gained huge notoriety within the last five years. What started as a gaming channel in their old apartment has turned into a studio run conglomerate headed by the two of them. So, at this point, they’re loaded. 

In walks you, a journalism intern for a local station here to interview them about the success of their latest charity stream. Parker and Chance have a fairly lowkey, but public relationship with each other. They weren’t looking for a third, but they also aren’t necessarily opposed to it either. Especially not when someone like you walks into their studio. Absolutely stunning with a lovely personality to boot. It’s clear from speaking with you what your position in life is. A throwaway thought about the lack of pay from your job has them raising their brows and shooting a knowing look with each other. 

When the interview is over, they invite you out for a drink at a nearby bar. After a quick sidebar conversation, they both confirm their shared attraction toward you and wish to see where this could go. You accept their invite and they drag you along with them to a small spot just down the road from the studio. Who wouldn’t say “yes” to such a famous couple? Plus, they were quite attractive. Not that you thought you had the chance, but still…

“So you have another job as well as the internship?” Chance asks you before taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah.” You let out a sad sigh. “Just a sales associate at a clothes store as I try to get through college. Nothing special, but it does pay the bills. Just barely.”

Again, Parker and Chance share a knowing glance. It’s as if you had come to them at the perfect opportunity. 

“You know what you’ll be doing once you’re done with school?” Parker asks. 

“Hopefully this internship will get me a position at the station, otherwise I might move back home while job hunting. I’ll have to pay off my debt somehow.” You let out an awkward chuckle.

Like these guys would know or care about student loans. That would be chump change to them. 

“What about you guys? Got anything new and cool coming up. Off the record, of course.” You let out a small chuckle.

Gosh, weren’t you just the cutest thing. The two share a polite chuckle as well, allowing themselves to divulge one new thing they’re planning. Though they had a feeling they’d be informing you of much more very soon. 

“We should get going, but it was truly lovely to meet you.” Chance says, lifting your hand to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss to your hand, he smirked as he spotted the red dusting your cheeks. 

“I’m more of a hugger.” Parker said, opening his arms in an offer. One that you took, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. Again, your cheeks darkened. 

“Hope to see you soon. You should give us a call or shoot us a message to meet up sometime.” Parker says after writing down his and Chance’s numbers on a napkin. 

You hold the item delicately with wide-eyes, as if the object in your hand isn’t real. 

“Seriously?” You ask with a confounded expression.

“Of course. We like you.” Chance says it so nonchalantly, you again feel as if this interaction is merely a dream. “Talk to you soon.” He sends you a wink before he and Parker leave the bar. 

The two of them had collectively decided they would have you. When you don’t text them right away, they take matters into their own hands. Speaking with the admissions and aid office at your school, they use their connections to pay off any of your bills and your student loans. When you go to pay, you find your balance at zero. As you wrack your brain as to how that could happen, your mind immediately goes to the two men. Finally, you decide to call them. Asking if they were the ones to pay off your loans. 

“That depends, would you be willing to go on a date with us?” You could practically hear Parker’s smirk through the phone.

“I thought you and Chance were dating.” 

“We are.” Parker chuckled. “But we also both like you.”

“Are you telling me you paid tens of thousands of dollars just to ask me out?” You don’t know if you should be concerned or flattered.

“You didn’t answer the question.” 

“Yes. I would.” You decided to go with flattered. 

The two take you on quite the extravagant date. Renting out an amusement park just for their workers and the three of you. It feels odd, allowing yourself to enjoy something as big as this, but they both reassure you that you deserve to be treated in such a way. After all, you are such a hard worker. 

It becomes a common occurrence, the men taking it upon themselves to pay for you. You find that you are barely paying for any of your necessary expenses. Finding that Chance and Parker set up to cover your rent. Then they randomly offer you a black card telling you to “go have fun.” Both revel in the shiny nervousness in your eyes as you trail out a ton of questions. None of which they answer.

“Just get whatever you want, sweetheart.” Chance says. “Just as long as it’s legal.” 

“And even then, I can easily get you out of trouble.” Parker shoots you a wink, to which Chance shakes his head and groans at. 

You don’t use the card at first. Leaving it on the table by your front door. When they realize you haven’t touched it, they will insist. Eventually you start to, but just for bare necessities. Groceries and gas, maybe a sweet treat every so often. 

It’s not enough to their liking, so you’re being dragged out on a shopping spree. Your entire wardrobe is being refurbished, and they’re making sure you use the card for it. You’re going to get that expensive dinner, and you’re going to use that card on it. They will not be satisfied until you have spent at least thousands of their money. It’s both nerve wracking and exhilarating. You kind of like giving them that control. They clearly like giving you control over their bank accounts. 

Once you finally get more comfortable, the two are ecstatic. Anything and everything is yours. Of course, you’re moving in with them. You can get that journalism job you want, but you know you don’t need it. The freedom allows you to fully put in your passion for your work, and the men love to see you thrive. 

Then, there’s the sugar. Again, they don’t necessarily need it from you. Part of them gets off on the fact that you’re using their wealth. However, when you do provide, they are taking everything they can get from you. 

Out of the two, Chance is the sweetest. Offering you praise, worshipping your body. Soft kisses and sweet love bites are trailed over your sensitive skin. Going down on you for so long, it’s almost concerning. He loves to please you, and make sure you get everything you deserve. So he will not be satisfied till he knows that you are completely satisfied. 

When it’s just the two of you, Chance enjoys his roleplays with you. Having both of you dress up and reenact sexy scenarios. Sometimes Parker joins in, but that’s not really his scene. 

Sometimes, Chance will get more pent up. Especially after he has to travel for work. Once he’s finally alone with you, he’s making sure he gets his fill. Absolutely ruining you, pressing you face down on the bed till you’re crying from overstimulation. Oh, but he’s not done with you yet. He will fuck you till he cums dry, then he’ll be back to his sweet and caring self. Kissing you oh so softly as he tells you how good you were for him. Apologizing if he was too rough, knowing damn well he’s going to be doing it again in a few weeks time. 

Parker is the tease, sometimes almost too mean with it. He really likes to rub it in your face everything they do for you. Forcing you close to the edge over and over again, asking if you truly think you deserve to cum. It’s only when you are practically screaming as you beg when he’ll finally give you the relief you’re looking for. Then he’ll start it up again, but this time, he’s using his cock inside your desperate hole. He wants to make sure you are a cockdrunk mess that’s fucked absolutely dumb when he’s done with you. 

There are times when he is sweet. After particularly rough days, you’ll find him fucking you as you spoon. Parker softly huffing moans and groans as he kisses and bites into the crook of your neck as he fucks you slowly from behind. His fingers working at your sex as he thanks you for being so good to him. 

When the two of them fuck you together. You are an absolute goner. Do not expect to be able to walk when they are done with you. It’s almost like a good-cop/bad-cop situation with them. Chance being the sweeter one while Parker teases you. Don’t get it twisted, their roles can easily be swapped. They might even work together to tease you into desperation. Chance’s face between your thighs when he goes down on you. Parker will talk him though it as his hands run over your body, lightly tweaking your nipples. When you get close, Parker stops Chance, making you groan out in frustration. It’s only when you beg that they will finally grant you release. 

Parker loves to just sit and watch you and Chance go at it. Fisting his cock to the timing of Chance’s thrusts in and out of your sensitive hole. He’ll edge himself as Chance brings you to your climax over and over. When Chance has fucked you dumb, Parker will take his turn. Making you become a gooey overstimulated mess, only able to moan as the men continue to use your body as they wish. 

The two will also make passionate love to you. On days where one or more of you is feeling down, a session of pure lovemaking is in order. Soft caresses and kisses pressed all over each others’ bodies along with praises and confessions. They love it when you tell them you love them. It’s an easy way to get them to finish as their bodies shudder from your words. Chance is more of the sappy lover though, sometimes finding himself crying from the mixture of pleasure and the swelling of his heart with adoration.