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[angy-mouse]

Puck Bunny Part 2

10.7k words jfc im going to shove my head in a hole for a week and die. in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to my gummy worm funds /j

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Hockey was aggressive. It was a full-contact sport with so frequent rule breaking, the penalty box was invented. Hockey players, by proxy, couldn’t afford to be hesitant, shy people.

HOOOONK

“Oh my god,” Niki cackled, looking over your shoulder.

You shook your head, taking a long sip of your Starbucks. “There better be a goddamn car crash behind me. With casualties.”

“Darlin’!”

“I’m gonna leave you alone with your valley boy,” Niki declared, clapping you on the shoulder. “Text me if you’re gonna stay or if you need a ride, use protection, pee after, yadda yadda-”

“I told you, I’m not fucking the VAL-U hockey team!” 

“You don’t have to be ashamed with me, puddin’, I think the rivalry makes it romantic. You’re like a BBW Juliet and her harem of meathead Romeos.”

An arm thicker than a steel cable wrapped around your shoulders from behind, and a scruffy chin settled into the crown of your head. “I’m not a meathead,” Sapnap insisted, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Hi, bunny!”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he nuzzled against your temple, Niki waving her fingers with a knowing smirk as she left. “Hi, Sap,” you greeted, voice cracking as he captured the shell of your ear between his teeth and made playful noises like he was devouring you. “Wha- Sapnap, please-”

“Please what, darlin’,” he muttered with a grin. “I’ll give you anything if you ask as pretty as that, sugar, you know that.” His hands came down to your waist, unashamedly groping at your chub and using his hold to manhandle you back against him. A gasp pulled itself past your lips as you felt the imprint of something against your ass through his shorts and your skirt- god, you hoped he was hard. If his cock was that big flaccid, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

You didn’t want him to let go of you. His body heat was soaking into you like a furnace, and his firm chest against your back made you feel so safe. You wanted his arms around you always, a promise to protect you from everything.

“You’re gonna fuck a valley right in our fucking courtyard?!”

Sapnap’s head snapped up, grip tightening on you as he glared daggers across the field. “Don’t talk to my fucking girl, techie! You wanna fucking go, I’ll tear you apart-”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the truck, Sap! Gas is too expensive for your bullshit!” Sam waved at you through the window when you whipped around, then returned Sapnap’s middle finger.

“Sapnap,” you finally managed to say, reaching back to tug on his shirt. Your mouth went dry as his attention instantly flicked back to you, expression going soft as his hands rubbed your hips. “Why are you guys here?”

He lit up as if he’d forgotten and started tugging you along. “We’re taking you out for pizza and a movie, sug’! We got a projector set up, and a bunch of blankets and pillows in the truck bed- it’ll be fun, promise!”

You shouldn’t have been surprised. After that first time you let them buy you dinner and cocoa, they’ve texted you nearly every day in the group chat Sam made. Sometimes it was cute, asking if you’d eaten and letting you know they’d door dashed you a treat. Sometimes it was videos of them being dumb in the locker room in nothing but towels that looked ready to fall off, skin still wet from the showers. And every once in a while, when it was just two of you still awake in the early hours of the mornings, you’d get messages about how they missed you. Paragraphs about the way you fill their minds as they try to sleep, both memories and new fantasies keeping them awake. They’d ask to show you what you did to them. Sometimes you said yes and got sent a video, watching them rub themselves over their boxers, as if they only wanted enough to calm down- as if they didn’t care to come without you. Sometimes you told them to just keep talking and received a voice message, listening to them groan between words about all the different ways they wanted you.

“So, do you wanna come?”

Your face heated up at the phrasing combined with your thoughts, but Sapnap simply smiled down at you as if he didn’t notice how his tank-top-exposed arms trapped your eyes.

“Ye- yeah, I wanna come.” He let out the cutest little cheer as he opened the passenger door, and you tore your eyes off him to wonder how you were supposed to climb in such a tall truck. “I’m in a skirt, so how do I- oh god, fuck!”

“I gotcha,” Sapnap laughed, hands on your hips lifting you into the truck as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “There you go,” he hummed as he set you into the seat, nodding as if he was about to impart some great wisdom. “Passenger princesses don’t have to lift themselves into the truck.”

“Or,” was hummed into your ear as another set of broad hands on your waist pulled you to the middle seat. “Buckle themselves up,” Sam finished as he strapped you in with a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “Hi, bunny. Missed you.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” teasingly slipped out as Sapnap climbed in, sandwiching you perfectly between two beefy Texans who were now laughing so prettily. “I missed you guys, too,”

Sam’s hand landed on your knee the second he was done shifting gears, long fingers spread wide so his pinky could just barely dip under the fabric of your skirt. Sapnap stretched a long arm over the back of the seats, letting you rest your head on his firm bicep as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You want some sweets, bunny,” he hummed, smiling against you as you simply hummed, preoccupied memorizing the shapes Sam drew on your inner thigh. He pulled a convenience store bag off the floor and started searching through it.

“Y’know, that’d probably be easier with two hands.”

He gasped, looking at you with feigned hurt before leaning forward to speak around you. “Bunny doesn’t want my arm around her.”

“I didn’t say-”

“It’s a damn shame,” Sam chimed with a shake of his head, squeezing your thigh. “Don’t take long for a cute lil’ thing to forget who fucked her dumb,”

“That’s it,” Sapnap decided, finally pulling out a candy bar and ripping it open with his teeth. “I make you go a little too dumb on my tongue last week, bunny? Guess I can’t hold that against you, can I? Come on, have some chocolate.”

“I hate you both,” you managed through grit teeth, resisting as he poked at your lips with the candy bar. It was your favorite, but that didn’t matter: you couldn’t give in. The only thing worse than two cocky hockey players was two cocky hockey players who had a reason to be cocky. 

“She hates us,” Sapnap relayed over your head.

“Funny way of showing it.”

“I think she actually kinda likes us.”

“Oh, she really likes us. You don’t let three guys you hate fuck you raw- even if you are a puck bunny.”

Your face burned more than it ever had, but not because you were angry. You couldn’t make yourself angry when their voices dripped with adoration like that, as if you were a kitten and no matter how much you hissed and scratched, they’d continue to coo over you and feed you. “... I’m not a puck bunny,” you finally muttered out, taking a vicious bite from the candy to make Sapnap yelp as you grazed his fingers.

“Nineteen,” Sam mused, ticking up a finger, “Sappy, Punzy, and me. I think four in a row and three at the same time makes you a puck bunny, darlin’.”

Your senior year boyfriend was a goalie for the J.V. team, but you would rather die than bring that up now. “Where’s Punz? At least when he’s here, you’re too busy killing each other to make fun of me.”

“We’re not making fun of you,” came from your right alongside another poke of chocolatey goodness. “Being a puck bunny is a good thing- and being our puck bunny is a great thing.”

“Coach kept him behind to go over the new strats you brought us,” Sam told you with a squeeze to your leg. “You’re gonna be there when we crush the techies, right?”

You huffed as Sapnap managed to get you to take another bite. “If I’m not, this was all for nothing- Sap, are you trying to fatten me up?”

“You said you had a salad for lunch!” You were taken aback by his accusatory tone and narrowed eyes as he poked the remaining candy into your mouth, letting you hold it between your teeth while he dug through his bag. “You didn’t even have soup or breadsticks with it!”

“It’s a cafeteria, not Olive Garden!”

“Let us feed you! We fucked you, now we feed you! That’s how this works!”

“You bought me Subway, cocoa, and gummy worms while my legs were still shaking!”

“Well, now we’re feeding you before we fuck you, we’re switching it up!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms under your chest and drawing his eyes to your tits- as if they ever left. “What makes you think either of you get to fuck me again?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that Sam’s almost reached your panties, and you haven’t slapped him yet.”

You stared directly into Sapnap’s smug smirk and delivered a harsh smack to Sam’s knuckles, but he only pulled his hand back down to your knee. “Hey now, don’t let chuckle fuck here goad you into anything you don’t wanna do, darlin’. I know you just wanna brat a little, an’ that’s just fine.”

God, you wanted to slap that understanding look off his handsome face. “I,” you grit out, red-faced, “am not a brat.”

His expression didn’t change as he nodded with a hum, eyes sternly on the road. “If you’re not a brat,” he mused, “you must actually want my hand off your leg, then.” You had to clench your fists to stop yourself from grabbing his wrist as he put both hands on the wheel, leaving your thigh to be attacked by the A.C. You wanted his hands on you- Sapnap’s, too- and you wanted them so badly you were tempted to slip off your skirt just to get some attention.

The truck came to a smooth stop at a red light, and Sam looked over at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

You unfastened your seatbelt and sat heavy on Sapnap’s lap, thunking your sneakers down on Sam’s thigh.

“There’s my sugar,” Sapnap cheered, thick arms wrapping around you and holding you tight to his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your shoulder. His hand found your hip like a magnet, fingertips digging into the meat of your ass with an eager squeeze. “God, I love this gorgeous ass.”

“I can deal with bratting, but if you don’t put a fucking seatbelt on-”

“I’ve got her, Sammy!”

“You fumbled the easiest shot ever last week, I don’t trust you for shit!” A blaring honk made you realize the light had turned green, but Sam simply threw open the back window and stuck his hand out to flip the bird, eyes still locked on yours. “Sit your fine ass down properly and put your seatbelt back on, bunny.”

You actually would have if he hadn’t chosen that nickname. Instead, you purposefully wiggled your hips as if settling in and leaned further into Sapnap’s chest, making it rumble under you with a chuckle as you felt a twitch against your ass. “You’re not fucking winning this, man, she’s in for the long haul.” You might’ve felt like you’d won as Sam turned away, if it hadn’t been for the way he set his jaw before slamming on the gas. The force sent you deeper into Sapnap, an unintentional yelp falling from your lips as his arms tightened around you, hands groping your ass and breast as if hoping you wouldn’t notice while your life flashed in front of your eyes. “Fuck, I gotcha, sug- Jesus, Sam, you drive like you shoot!”

“This,” Sam hummed as he wrenched the wheel to make his turn in time, Sapnap’s hand snapping to the back of your head as you were sent into the door, “is why we wear our seatbelts.”

Something about his smug voice tripped something in you. You knew the request was perfectly reasonable, but that didn’t stop the little voice in your head from screaming that he can’t tell you what to do. You wanted to do anything that would piss him off, to make that calm, collected exterior crack. You wanted to know that you affected him.

You slammed your lips over Sapnap’s.

He gave a grunt of surprise against you, lips curling into a grin as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting that sweet mint and strawberry pairing that you loved hanging on his tongue. You felt his hand protecting your head slide down to the back of your neck, holding you gently in place to curl his tongue around yours, pushing into your mouth as he fought you to take control. 

Your heart raced as Sam took another sharp turn, bouncing in Sapnap’s lap as the paved road turned to gravel, but by the way he ground up against you, he didn’t mind the rough ride. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as he pulled away, chuckling as he brought you with him a few inches before letting go. “I think sugar likes a little danger,” he purred, pulling your head back to trail his lips over your neck. “You like the adrenaline, bunny?”

You gasped as his lips latched onto your pulse, feeling with his tongue the way your heart thudded. “Keep calling me that,” you pushed out, “and you’ll be in danger.”

He hummed against the tender skin, nipping gently as he pulled away. “You really mean that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t. It made you feel small and sexy. Maybe you were a puck bunny, but you were the puck bunny. The one who only needed to show up to get three brutes, usually eager to maim each other for the fun of it, all cooperating and falling over each other for the chance to take care of you- not just fuck you, but treat you to good food and ask about your day, too. But the day you give up your bratty streak and let these bucket heads have their way without a fight is the day you die. “Maybe,” you said instead. You cupped his scruffy cheek and scratched a single nail along his jaw, guiding his lips back to yours. “You wanna peek under my skirt and see for yourself?”

Sam’s hand landed on your ankle, shoving your leg up, knee pressed into your chest, skirt falling into a pile around your waist with a gasp from your pretty pink lips. He didn’t even lift his foot from the gas as he fixed his eyes on your core, letting out a low whistle. You picked a good day to wear your lace. “It’s a damn shame you soaked through such a pretty pair of panties, sugar. You gonna let me keep these ones?”

You scoffed, wiggling your foot on his lap until you found his cock straining against the front of his sweats. “You’ve hardly done anything to deserve it.”

He clutched his heart with a dramatic groan that made you giggle as Sapnap nosed the soft skin in front of your ear. “Aw, come on now, bunny, there’s no need to be so mean to him. He’s the one who offered up his truck for date night, after all.” He crooked his finger under your chin, lips pulling into a dazed smile as he got your full attention back. “Tell you what, sug’,” he whispered, as if sharing a tender secret, breath fanning across your lips. “If you can use that smart mouth on Sam instead of just terrorizing him, I promise to make you come on my fingers before we even get there. Whaddya say to that, hm?”

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. “Bet’cha another bag of candy I make him come before you make me.”

A laugh burst from his lips against yours, hand coming down on your ass with a slap as you shifted your position. “Bunny’s cocky, Sam. You better not cream your pants and let her win.”

“You mean like you did from a little pussy in your face?”

“You’re just jealous she won’t sit on you.”

“Damn right I am, I’d pay to have that ass on me twenty-four, seven.”

You got comfortable on your hands and knees across the bench seat, Sam’s hand nestling into your hair while both Sap’s rubbed your hips. “Would’ja settle for my mouth,” you asked with a small smirk as his bulge jumped at the mere mention, fingers playing with his waistband. 

“Fuck, bunny, I’d settle for a black and white picture if it was you,” he groaned, foot hitting the floor as you palmed his cock, engine roaring under the hood like a lion as he zipped through back roads. “Careful there, sugar,” he warned, but still lifted his hips for you as you tugged at his sweats. “Get distracting me too much, and we’ll end up in a ditch.”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revealed he wasn’t even wearing underwear, cock springing out the second you got his sweats down to his knees. “You’re telling me this beast can’t even climb out of a ditch.”

He chuckled, cutting off with a low hiss as you wrapped your hand around him. “Oh, my baby can get us anywhere, but if we go off the road, we’re staying there until that smart mouth gets fucked out of you.” 

“I’m doing my best,” Sapnap chirped, grin thick in his voice as he rubbed two fingers over your clothed clit just to watch your hips twitch, trying to follow as he pulled away. “Go on, bunny- I’m a fair man, I start when you do.”

“Not my fault,” you hissed, rubbing over Sam’s fat tip, collecting his precum on your thumb to spread over his head. “I can’t exactly unhinge my jaw.”

Sam let a breathy laugh fall from his lips, dull nails scratching softly at your scalp. “Don’t listen to him, sugar, that feels real good. You keep takin’ care of me like that, and I’ll make up for Sappy neglecting your sweet pussy, alright?”

“Neglecting?” You let a small laugh fall out of your lips at the pure horror in Sapnap’s tone, thumbs rubbing circles just above the crease where your ass met your thighs. “How come I’m the one tryna get my fingers in her guts, but you’re turning her against me?”

“Listen to him whine- what a baby, huh, sug’?”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t shut him up I will, and I don’t wanna get blood on your pretty face.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to see you fucking-” You took Sam’s blushing red tip into your mouth and licked up the single pearly drop clinging to his slit, putting more of your weight on the hand on his knee as it tried to jerk up. “Fuck, fuck- ‘m sorry, bun, I- fuck, her mouth’s so hot.”

A startled breath came out of your nose as Sapnap pulled your panties to one side with his thumb, broad hand gripping your ass hard to keep the fabric in place as the pad of his finger found your clit again. “Isn’t it fun to make him eat his words,” he purred, drawing soft circles on your bud. “And see how nice you get treated when you stop being a little brat?” He pressed hard against you, pulling a moan from your throat that vibrated all the way down Sam’s cock, making his hips twitch in his seat. “Yeah, we’re gon’ take care of you so good you won’t need to brat. Ain’t that right, Sammy?”

“Sapnap, I’m about to crash this damn truck if I have to focus on anything else-” his voice cracked, turning into a deep growl as you sucked your cheeks in and sank further down on him, starting a gentle bob of your head just to hear him moan into the hot air- just to feel those thick fingers in your hair scratch at your scalp. “If you running that fucking mouth distracts me from coming down bunny’s tight throat, I’ll leave your ass in a ditch.”

There was a truly obscene wet sound as you pulled off Sam’s thick cock, hand moving in lazy strokes as you pressed your lips to the little bit of tummy peeking out from his ridden-up shirt. “Sammy,” you hummed, grinning against his skin as another moan tumbled from his lips. “If you kill him before I come, I’ll make you wear a condom if you so much as hold my hand.”

Sam’s groan made his stomach rumble under your lips as Sapnap laughed victoriously, popping his fingers in his mouth before they returned to your cunt, the middle one diving past your folds like a reward. “You tell him, sugar! See, bunny likes my mouth.”

Your fingers rubbed up Sam’s side, revealing more and more skin for you to kiss up. He had such a perfect body, his strong abs hiding under just a bit of pudge that made him perfect for holding, giving just the slightest resistance as you pressed your lips hard against him. “I’d like it a hell of a lot more-” you nipped a light mark into Sam’s soft skin “-if it was on me.”

Sapnap’s scoff barely reached your ears as you decided your jaw had recovered enough to sink back down over Sam’s thick cock, letting it reach as deep in your throat as you could manage with strained breaths. He stretched your throat like it was made for him, made to be just tight enough to make curses spill from his pretty lips and make him drive fast enough to make your walls clench down on Sapnap’s finger as it found the perfect spot inside you to rub at.

Sam’s seatbelt snapped open the same second he slammed on the brakes, Sapnap’s grip on your ass tightening to keep you in place so he could push a second finger inside you. You heard the click of the gearshift just before Sam’s other hand threaded into your hair, pulling you off him. “Deep breaths, okay, bunny?” The words came out rushed and with a sigh as he shifted in his seat until he was facing you. God, he looked so pretty. He didn’t bother to pull his shirt back down, letting his flushed cock leak against his bare stomach as he leaned back against the door, gently pulling you closer until he could lay his lips over yours. He didn’t let it get too deep, tongue just grazing your lip as he forced himself off you, one hand leaving your hair to wrap around the base of his cock with a groan. “You hit me if you want me to stop, alright, bunny? Hit me real hard wherever you can reach to make sure I notice- you won’t hurt me. Promise me, bun.”

You both knew it was more like ‘can’t hurt me’ but you nodded anyway, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I promise to hit you if I suddenly lose my mind and decide I don’t want you to fuck my throat.” His stern expression broke as he huffed out a laugh, petting your hair with a soft ‘good girl’ falling from his lips as he guided you to his cock. You did as you were told, taking deep breaths as you let him control your movements, despite how much you wanted to take him to the hilt and let him fill your stomach. Instead, he took your mouth slowly and gently, pulling you back and forth along just the first half as he studied your face. You clenched down on Sapnap’s fingers as you caught sight of his expression- he was looking at you, spit-soaked lips and gnarled hair, like pure art. A deep sigh escaped his lips and his hand left his cock to join the other in your hair, cupping your head gently as you relaxed your throat as much as you could and gripped his hips.

The first thrust into your throat made you choke.

The second one knocked all those careful breaths out of your lungs.

You weren’t embarrassed to say the third one made your eyes roll back as you went limp in his hold. 

“Aw, hell,” Sapnap hissed as your legs started to fail, pulling his fingers out of you to grip your other hip. “We good,” he reported, lifting you completely off the seat and up to his mouth, sealing his lips over yours without a missed beat. Your moan pulled one from Sam and spurred his hips faster, Sapnap’s lips curling into a smug grin against you as he ate you as eagerly as he did before- as if this was all he needed to be not just content, but ecstatic.

Your hands on Sam’s hips wandered- up his sides and over his stomach, flexed tight as he chased his high, thick muscle on full display as he fucked your throat open, making a home for his cock in it. You’d love that, you decided. You imagined Sam laying in bed after a hard practice, fat cock nestled in your throat casually as he watched tapes of the old games to prepare. You knew he’d take such good care of you- that was just the kind of sweetheart he was. He’d never let you go hungry or thirsty, always keeping snacks and water on hand for you. He’d treat his cock sleeve like a princess.

Sapnap’s tongue curled inside you just as Sam’s hips started to stutter, almost as if both were trying to carve you open to better suit their needs- only difference being Sap’s need was to make you the last thing he ever tastes and Sam’s was to paint your throat white. You did your very best to relax your throat, to become a willing cum slut for your handsome defense man to use. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s mouth almost absent-mindedly, more focused on Sam’s pleasure than your own- though, if you weren’t so committed to dying before you stroked their egos, you would admit the possibility of coming from sucking him off was bigger than his double-d pecs. 

“I’m gonna come down your throat, bunny,” fell from his lips with a strained breath as one arm snapped to grip the steering column for leverage to lift his hips completely off the seat, fucking his cock along your tongue like he couldn’t get deep enough, no matter how many times he buried your nose in his happy trail. “Fuck, you take dick like a champ, baby. Look like such a little pillow princess, but you give head like a perfect whore. Bet you’d be so happy to stay in my truck forever, huh? Get your pretty cunt ate out while you suck me off every day?” You couldn’t nod around his cock, but Sapnap’s moan as you clenched on his tongue said it all and made Sam grin wide. “Yeah,” he hummed, thrusts turning slower but harder as the hand in your hair caressed your scalp. “We’d be so fuckin’ good to you.”

The promise shot straight to your clit like lightning and spurred you to sink your nails into Sam’s hips to draw him down your throat until your nose was smothered against him, spasming around his cock as your gag reflex protested. His head thunked back against the window, tip battering your throat as his hips jerked against your face. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Put ‘er down, Sap, give ‘er some room.” 

A handful of curses were mumbled against your pussy lips, but he obliged, broad hand rubbing up and down your back as he laid you across his lap. “I gotcha, sweet girl, deep breaths for me, alright?”

“I’d like to see you breathe with this monster down your throat,” you thought spitefully, but it died as a husky moan spilled from Sam’s lips, cock jumping in your throat as his orgasm came down on him like a crashing wave. His hand went limp in your hair, nothing more than a soft, sweet caress, not wanting to force you to take more than you wanted. So sweet, always worrying for nothing: your hold on his hips kept him pressed deep inside your mouth, throat pulsing around him as you struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful of sweet cum, taking as much as he’d give you.

“Fuck, bunny,” he wheezed, voice hoarse as he gently pulled you off his spent cock. You whined as his tip leaked against his stomach, twitching as his own body insisted on giving you more to drink, but it was quickly cut short as you had to snap your lips shut to avoid a mouthful of thick cum falling from them. “Shit,” Sam hissed, already fumbling for the window button, “you wanna spit, sug’?” 

Your brat came back. How fucking dare he? Spitters are quitters. Did you suck dick like some common whore who needed to spit after? I don’t think so. 

You inhaled deep through your nose and swallowed the entire load in one go, letting your white-streaked tongue loll out as proof. A soft ‘oh, hell’ slipped as he brought your lips to his, inviting your tongue in to tangle with his, licking your mouth clean of him. He groaned when you pulled back, but the hand in your hair didn’t impede your movement as you leaned close, taking his earlobe between your teeth for just a moment.

“Never fucking doubt me again.”

“Never fucking again,” he mumbled out, chasing your lips. “Does that mean you wanna take care of Sap before Punzy finds us?”

Your hand reached back on its own, Sapnap’s fingers finding yours and lips pressing against your palm. His beard scratched gently at the surrounding skin, leaving a trail as he crawled up your body, lips caressing until he was hovered over you and they found your neck. His hips pressed against yours and a gasp fell from your throat like it was pulled.

“God, why are all three of you built like fucking bulls?”

Their chests rumbled against you, a subtle reminder that two broad Texan country boys who loved to throw down their gloves had you trapped between them. It made you feel small, something you didn’t get to experience often. They could easily throw you around, bend you this way and that however they wanted for their own pleasure.

Then Sam’s lips caressed your cheek and Sapnap’s calloused hands kneaded your soft hips. “Made for your pleasure, sweet thing,” Sap murmured against your neck, finding the tender spot behind your ear. He didn’t nip or even suck, just kissed the skin softly: a reminder how soft these boys were on you. They’ve shown more tender care for you in a week of texts and two ‘dates’ than your ex did in almost a year. They would easily throw you around, but they’d do it with a hand protecting your head and soft kisses pressed wherever they could reach. They’d fold you into any position they wanted until you gave the slightest sign of discomfort and they’d pull back without a breath of hesitation.

“Flip me,” you muttered out when your own muscles refused to obey, letting out a soft purr as four broad hands scattered across your body, gently lifting and turning you to lay you back against Sam’s firm chest. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched Sapnap get lost in your body, fingers brushing up your waist to reveal the soft skin of your stomach as your shirt got pushed up, trailing touches along the bottom of your bra. “Hey,”

He grinned back, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. “Hey, sugar. Can I get your bra off for ya?” You gave a hum against him and his fingers walked around the band until he found the clasp. He pulled you up just a bit, just enough to press you more against him than Sam, and fumbled with the hooks for a moment- just long enough for you to start grinning against his lips and for him to curse against yours. You wrapped an arm around his neck to hold you up and reached the other back, flicking the hooks apart. “Fuckin’ witchcraft,” he huffed, but helped you pull it out of your shirt anyways. 

Sapnap turned the lace over in his hands as if contemplating before reaching over your head. 

“There ya go, buddy,” he chirped with a grin as he draped it over Sam’s head. “Add that to your fuckin’ spank bank.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” Sam tossed back as his hands rubbed down your hips, grabbing two thick handfuls of your thighs and pulling them apart. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as your lacy panties pulled tight against your clit. “Get to work or I’ll fuck her myself and leave you to cream your pants again.”

Sap rolled his eyes, leaning down to bunny kiss you. “He’s so dramatic,” he whispered in your ear, just to hear the breathy giggle you gave as his lips skimmed your cheek. “You know I’ll take care of you, don’t’cha bunny?” His lips curled into a grin as you nodded, stretching your neck to try and sneak a kiss from him. Thick fingers pulled aside your panties to run his thumb over the seam of your folds, spreading your slick. “Oh, you’re just a sweet thing for me, huh?” He shoved his shorts down his thighs as he asked, grin stretched wider than his face at the weak noise the sight pulled from you. 

Punz was packing. You were going to feel Sam in your throat for weeks. Sapnap was smuggling a monster. You were absolutely positive being fucked by a literal bull would be easier. You were expecting something big, of course- you’d even predicted the girth-to-length correctly based on his height and build. You weren’t expecting his long fingers to barely wrap around the base or for the tip to nearly reach his knees.

“It’s always the fucking shy ones.”

“If you want to kill me, just run me over,” you wheezed. The muscles in your neck gave out, seemingly accepting your approaching end, and your head thudded back against Sam’s sternum, but you still watched down your nose as Sapnap stroked himself- god help you, it got bigger. 

“You can tap out, sugar,” he promised, even as his thumb swiped over the leaking head. “I’d be more than happy to jerk off with you on my face again.” 

“Absolutely not. I just need a safe word.”

That got their attention- and concern. Sam let your thighs fall together and Sap let go of his cock, letting it bob against his stomach as he leaned over you. 

“What’s wrong, sugar?”

“What do you need, bun?”

“You know this doesn’t go anywhere you don’t want, right?”

A huff of laughter spilled from your lips as you reached up to cup Sapnap’s cheek. “You’re both big softies,” you cooed, trying to shoo away his worried gaze with a few soft kisses across his cheekbones. “I need a safe word because I know myself too well. I don’t wanna stroke your ego, but you’re fucking huge, Sappy.” He perked up, worry falling away to pure adoration as his hockey name fell from your lips. You rubbed your other hand down his body until you could curl your fingers around his shaft, a grin curling on your face at the soft whimper you pulled from him. “I know I’m going to scream, and cry, and brat my fool head off, even though I want nothing more right now than to die from some monster dick.” You grazed your lips over his. “So we’re going to establish a safe word, and unless I use it, you’re going to fuck my brains out. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” slipped out without hesitation and you couldn’t admit what it did to you. “Fuck, yes, please. Uh- pineapple?”

You gave him a firm but short kiss. “Perfect. Safe word is pineapple. Sam, if someone calls and we don’t notice-”

“Yank you apart and give the offender a good hit- on it.” He pulled your thighs up again, helping Sapnap hook your calves over his hips. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. “I gotcha, baby,” he promised softly, making your heart squeeze as you knew he didn’t just mean that he was holding you. 

Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped around the grab handle on the roof to keep his weight off you as he scooched close enough to press his fat tip against you. He parted your folds around him and laid his cock between them, grinding the wet tip against your clit as he passed. “Fuck, sugar,” he sighed in time with your moan as he sized you up. “It’s gonna be fuckin’ tight.”

You knew that was a not-so-subtle offer to back out, to make sure you knew what you were in for.

“Promise?”

He looked like you just gave him the world. Based on the way he practically worships your cunt, you may as well have. 

He pressed against your entrance hard, using one hand to try to ease his way inside without just shoving himself into your pussy. When he finally managed the head inside, it pushed a whiny moan out of you as just the tip spread your entrance more than his fingers could ever hope.

“Sapnap,” you rasped out, watching your voice send a shiver down his spine and snap his eyes shut, desperate not to get ahead of himself. He was being smart: taking things nice and slow to make absolutely sure you felt more pleasure than pain. You reached out and raked your nails down his tensed abs. “Take me,”

His hips snapped without a thought as his body took your command as law, suddenly filling you with a good four inches that spread your walls to their limit. His tip leaked precum inside you as if even his cock knew you needed lube and was eager to supply. The hot, sticky feeling as it seeped into you just made you all the more eager to get filled with cum. 

Another sharp thrust got him halfway in.

The third slammed your cervix like a truck. 

“Oh, hell,” you wheezed, letting yourself fall limp in Sam’s secure hold. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s, desperate to fit that last bit of him inside you, despite what your body said. “I want it, Sappy, please. Don’t stop.” 

Another curse fell from his lips as his cock jerked inside of you, desperate to obey. “Careful, sug’,” he grit out, plastic creaking under his grip as he tried to resist. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips along his jaw.

“Hurt me.”

It hurt like hell when he slammed your cervix with intent, but you would’ve walked on hot coals to have him buried in your guts. One of Sam’s hands left your thigh to trace light shapes over your clit- whether to get your body to relax or to soothe the pain, you didn’t know, you just knew it was working. Your walls shook as you came, begging Sapnap deeper until finally your cervix gave in.

The coarse hair above his cock pressed against your clit after Sam yanked his hand away, giving a perfect sensation as Sapnap ground his hips against yours as if making sure he’d really given you every inch. “Oh hell- fuck me, sugar- bunny.” His stuttered praises created a new nickname that spread a fuzzy feeling all the way through your stomach and into your chest. Your cunt made your approval known as it tried to suck him in deeper, begging him to fill every empty space inside you and pulling a deep groan all the way from the depths of his stomach. “You like that? You my sweet sugar-bunny? Fuck, your pussy wants me, sug’. Haven’t even started fuckin’ you and it’s tryna milk me. You really want me to come inside you that bad?”

So badly you wanted to cry, yes you did. You’ve never wanted to be filled before these boys, but something about them made you want to be straight-up bred. You wanted them to take turns fucking you full of their cum just to keep your cunt warm and wet and full. 

“Please, Sap,” you managed, feeling the way your strained voice made his cock jump inside you. “Want you to fill me up ‘til your cum is leaking out of me for days.”

Evidently, that was the final reassurance your sweet Texas gentleman needed to leave the building. In his place was the broad enforcer who barreled through people like they were nothing but snowflakes in the wind. Without another second Sapnap was jackhammering into you with the same force he used to lay out opponents, that thick cock head never leaving your womb as he speared you open. You only knew you were screaming when your throat began to hurt, unable to hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears as his cock hit every nerve in your pussy, thick shaft rubbing against your g-spot from how stretched you were around him. 

Sam let your legs snap closed around Sapnap’s hips so he could cup your tits in either hand, fingers lazily strumming your nipples as if he knew you only needed the slightest touch to bring you over the edge again. Soft praises filled the cab as you came on Sapnap’s cock, Sam’s lips pressing hard on your temple, knowing you’d need something to ground you as you floated. Sapnap didn’t- couldn’t help as he got lost in the heavenly feeling of your pussy gushing around him, the sound of his thrusts becoming so much wetter as he pounded right through your orgasm.

“Remember your safe word, bun,” Sam murmured against you. “We just lost Sappy.”

Sapnap fucked you like a machine, hips pounding an even, fast pace against yours, as if all your orgasm did was energize him. His cock rocked into you like it was his mission to fuck you open. Like he needed to make sure he left you so stretched out that you could only come to him to satisfy you. He was a man completely committed, and his only goal was to fuck your literal brains out and fill you with his cum. 

“Beautiful.” The word escaped his lips as part growl and part prayer as he traced the shape of your jaw. He sucked the skin into his mouth just enough to leave a light mark- so tender and gentle with you, completely opposite to the way he abused your cunt. “Fuck, I love when you come for me, sugar. Get this gorgeous look on your face. Look like an absolute goddess, baby.”

You wanted to tell him how much you loved the things he said, how much they filled you with a warmth that pure sex didn’t. You wanted to tell him that he was the picture of a Greek Adonis: stretched out above you with the muscles in his thick arms bulging from the effort of keeping his weight off of you, shaggy brown locks hung over his melted chocolate eyes and that scruffy beard that made you want to trace your fingers down his jaw. You wanted to say it all, but none of it came from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck,” spilled out instead as he fucked you straight through your sensitivity and into a pleasure-induced partial numbness. “Fuck, can’t- I can’t! God, fuck me!”

“God, you really do run your mouth.” Sam’s tone was absolutely reverential, despite the breathless chuckle that came with his words. His fingers traveled all over your torso, rubbing tender shapes into your hips, breasts, and every stretch of skin in between. His lips caressed your cheek, a soft touch among the debauchery of a threesome in a pickup parked in a field. “What’s your safe word, bunny?”

“Pine- fuck! It’s pineapple! That’s not calling it! If you fucking stop, Sapnap, I’ll cut your dick off!”

Sapnap’s lips curled into a smile against you as he eagerly obeyed, hips not so much as stuttering against yours as he kept up his animalistic pace. “She wasn’t kidding: bunny gets bratty after her second, Sam.” 

“Duly noted,” was muttered into the hot air, thick fingers crooking under your chin to guide you to his lips. “I think,” Sam mused against your soft lips as he kissed his way into your mouth, “another two would make her a good girl again.” 

“Or make her pass out.”

Sam shrugged as he pulled back to let you pant against him, teeth teasing the swollen red skin of your bottom lip. “Either way.” 

Your breath hitched as Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped completely around your ankle and started testing how he could arrange you. He tried to put it over his shoulder first, but when he was blanketed over you so tightly, your hips just couldn’t do it. “I gotcha, sug’,” he promised when you winced, immediately changing tactics. He hooked your knee over his elbow, then wrapped his arm over the steering column. “There you go, just opening you up a bit, that’s all.” 

Fuck, you’d never had to be spread open so much just to take a guy. It occurred to you that you still hadn’t. You took Sap just fine- your walls were like a vice around him, the slightest stinging stretch still remaining- but you were taking it in stride. Not that Sapnap’s hammering left any room to do anything but. Still, he tried to take care of you, tried to ease his rough battering on your insides into something easier to walk with tomorrow. Even when he had you spread across the front seat, bruising your folds, he was still so sweet.

He straightened up and yanked the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, eyes as dark as warm molasses trained on where your cunt swallowed him. His cock dragged against your walls as he pulled his hips back, hand snapping back to the grab handle as soon as his shirt was out of the way: he needed to see you. Needed to see the pretty pink lips that wrapped around his cock so well. 

Not leaning over you gave him leverage. Now when his hips drove into yours, cock diving deep inside you, he did it faster and harder than he could before. Now when he thrust into you, he pressed his balls tight against your ass, practically begging to empty them into your tight heat.

Scratch what you said before: not sweet. Your legs were just preventing him from absolutely destroying your pussy.

“Y’killing me,”

Sam chuckled, but Sapnap didn’t falter- didn’t even look up from where your cum had soaked the dark hairs at the base of his cock. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” Sam promised. His fingers threaded with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest on the swell of your stomach. You’d swear you could feel Sapnap’s thick cock pressing back- thought that if you were any thinner, you would see the column where he pushed your body aside to make room for himself. “You’re doing so good- such a perfect little bunny,” Sam praised against your cheek as he slathered it in soft caresses of his lips. “Like you were made for us.” 

A short laugh fell from his lips before he choked on it. It came back, though, and just as you worried what could possibly make anyone laugh with their cock out and their friend spreading you in half, he let the thought fly.

“Made sharing size.”

Your head fell back into the cradle of his collarbone and a short, breathless laugh spilled from your lips. “I hate you,” you managed, but it caught in your throat as Sapnap fucked you like he hadn’t heard a word. “Fuck, hate you, too, Goliath!” 

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Sam muttered, caressing your tit in his free hand- didn’t grope it, didn’t play with your nipple. He held it like a precious gem- pet over the skin like it was the softest he’d ever felt. Sapnap growled out something around his shirt, but even if you could understand it, you weren’t certain it was anything coherent. “Sappy’s a little obsessed with you, bun. Now that he’s got a turn with your pussy, he’s not thinkin’ ‘bout nothing but fucking you open and filling you.” 

Well, fuck, now that was all you could think about, either. You’d never admit to these boys how much you fantasized about letting them fill you up whenever they wanted. How many nights since your impromptu rendezvous were spent with your fingers in your cunt, mourning the lack of a thick cock to satisfy you. The lack of a strong, warm body holding you from behind, feeding himself into your needy pussy just to be closer while you slept. 

You could never tell them. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind they’d comply to every increasingly perverted thought, and you quite enjoyed your ability to walk- and think- straight. Both of which were quickly melting away as Sapnap carved out a permanent home for himself deep in your guts. 

He fell forward when you came around him, gummy walls sucking his cock deeper as he mouthed at the column of your neck. Your arms snapped around his head as his hips resorted to rolling against yours, nails carving into his scalp through shaggy hair as the coarse hair at his base scraped against your clit. “S’fuckin’ good, sugar,” he groaned against the pulsing vein in your neck. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Stuff you so fuckin’ full-” He choked as you rolled your hips in time with his, falling to his forearms braced on the driver’s window.

“Promises,” you panted out with a smile, “promises,”

Curses spilled from his lips like he couldn’t control himself, chest hair rubbing against your raw nipples where his shirt was still bunched up, sending you dangerously closer to overstimulation, but nowhere near calling your safe word. “She’s so sweet,” he muttered under his breath, as if it was a realization he hadn't meant to share.

“Just the sweetest, ain’t she,” Sam hummed back anyway, lips pressed tenderly against your temple. “She don’t even know how gorgeous she is- else she wouldn’t let a couple bucket heads split her open.” 

“Maybe we’re special.” The words were barely breathed into your neck, a shy question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

You pulled hard on his soft hair, yanking his lips up to yours. He still tasted like your cunt, but his strawberry chapstick peaked through, just like you were learning it always did. When you let him pull back, it was only enough for your breath to wash over each other's sore lips. “So special,” you promised, and you meant it. You might have a major thing for jocks with anger issues, but you sure as hell didn’t let them all raw you. In a truck. At the same time. But then again, they didn’t all drive an hour to pick you up for a spur of the moment date after a week of blowing up your phone. 

“You’re more special,” spilled from his lips into yours without a thought, pressing closer and closer until there wasn’t an inch of your body not touching them. “Want you to come with me, sugar. Please? Wanna make you come one more time.” You were nodding from the first word, finally driving your tongue past his lips to make him shut up because god, you wouldn’t be able to wait for him if he kept talking. 

Sam’s broad, calloused hands rubbed over your bare stomach, a soft, “y’two look so cute together,” pulling a whine from deep in your chest. He held you tight as Sapnap’s hips bucked into yours, throwing you over the edge one more time as your pussy milked him for his cum, begging for it to fill you up. “Atta girl, letting Sappy come. So good for us,” he cooed, giving you a squeeze while you were still a million miles away, his voice foggy and distant. You didn’t know how long it took you to come back down to Earth, but Sapnap’s cock was still leaking into your used hole when you did, his nose buried where your neck met your shoulder, nuzzling into the skin as if he was going to fall asleep. Honestly, you had half a mind to join him. 

The cold air hit first. Then Sapnap hit your chest and knocked every painfully reclaimed breath back out of your lungs as all three of you fell like a set of dominoes without the driver’s door propping you up.

“This is the fucking thanks I get for buying the pizza?” The sudden bright light of the overhead impeded your view, but after a few frantic blinks, you could make out an upside-down Punz glaring at you. No, not you: only the guys. Pretty privileges. Awesome. “Sam, put your dick away.”

“Cock looker,” Sam called with a flip of the bird, but yanked his boxers back into place anyway. “We’re not neglecting our girl just because you’re late to the party. Right, Sap?” Sapnap let out a sound against your neck that was either, ‘fuck you,’ or ‘puck boo.’ Toss of the coin, really. Either way, Punz reached over and smacked the back of his head. 

“Get off her so I can take my bunny.”

A shrill yelp escaped you as Sapnap suddenly came back to life, fingers sinking into your love handles to hold you steady as he shot up. You moaned as the new position had you basically sitting on his lap, cock head spearing something deep inside you that’s never been reached before, but if he noticed he didn’t show it. “You can’t take her!” The decree was paired with him falling back on the passenger’s door, sending you crashing into his firm chest. “She’s mine now,” he decided with a kiss to your crown. After a moment of contemplation, you decided that you were pretty cool with any result from this conversation and settled in. “You decided to be a bitch and not show. Too bad, so sad- oh, fuck!”

Another panicked noise left your lips as Sapnap fell, his entire torso dangling out of the truck with Sam’s frantic grab of his ankles the only thing keeping him from tumbling out onto the grass with you still attached. After a beat to confirm you weren’t about to crack your head open and be found naked and full of cum, you braced yourself on Sapnap’s chest and pushed yourself up.

Punz grinned like he hadn’t just tried to murder his right wing. “Hey, bunny,” he purred, opening his arms for you. “‘M sorry I didn’t come to pick you up. You wanna have a cuddle while Tweedledee and Tweedledipshit pull the truck the right way around?”

“I’m sorry my parking skills aren’t on point when I’m balls deep, god!”

“He’s not sorry,” you pretended to whisper, stern facade breaking into a grin when Sapnap snorted out a laugh under you. You rubbed a flat palm across his chest, feeling it rumble as he practically purred at the feeling. “You ready to let me go, Sappy? Or you need a snuggle?”

You could watch in his eyes like a movie as he slowly thought through your question and realized what you were really asking. He leaned up to press a peck against the corner of your mouth before flopping back down across the seat with a soft pat to your waist. “I’m good,” he promised with one of those lazy grins you were starting to crave. “Make sure to save some for me, though, yeah?”

“Oh, of course: everyone gets their cuddle rations,” you agreed, choosing to ignore Sam’s snort of, “rations- like we’re in the cuddle war.” You reached for Punz and tried to make yourself as cute as possible with a soft pout. “I can’t stand, you’ll have to carry me.”

“I think I can live with that,” he decided, pulling you off Sapnap and into his arms with a small noise of sympathy as the drag against your sensitive cunt made you ache. “I know, poor bunny,” he gushed, pulling down your shirt for you. “Alright, fuckers, turn the truck around so we can actually watch the movie!”

“I’d forgotten about the movie,” you mused, legs wrapped around Punz’s waist hesitantly. “I’m leaking on your shirt.” 

“It’s seen worse.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Ew,”

“I don’t think you get to talk shit after a Texas Eiffel Tower.”

“... alright, fair,” you decided, settling into his chest. His hands on your hips hoisted you up his body easily, letting you relax and trust him to arrange you however it was easiest to hold. “So what brought on this surprise date? I mean, I’m obviously not complaining, but you three seem to have a TMI issue when we text, so why didn’t any of you tell me?”

For what might’ve been the first time in his life, Punz’s mouth stayed shut. Call the fuckin’ presses. You pushed down your instinct to say something snarky (or maybe just bratty) and pulled your chin out of his shoulder to look at him properly. And oh what a pretty pink he was. 

He finally caved to your unintentional puppy eyes, stubbornly looking away. “We were kinda worried you’d say no… and we thought it’d be better to hear it in person than over text.”

The truck doors clanked open then shut again, and the two were now pulling the tarp off the bed, but your eyes were stuck on Punz. “You all drove an hour and bought pizza… while thinking I might not agree?”

“... Look, I never claimed we were smart-”

“That is the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me,” gushed out of you before you could think of the ramifications of admitting that. You slammed your lips over his in an effort to keep him from thinking too hard on it, kissing your way into his mouth. “You guys,” you breathed between kisses as you started peppering them all across his face, “are the absolute-” mwah mwah mwah, “best ever! Gotta be careful-” mwah, “if you ever wanna get rid of me-”

“Never,” he declared without hesitation, chasing after your lips. “Today was your chance to tell us to get lost. You get another in eleven to twelve business days.”

“Oh? Which days are business days?”

“Every third Groundhog’s Day.”

Giggles burst from your lips just as another set of hands snatched your waist. “What are you two talking about over here,” Sam hummed against your ear. You could feel his lips curl into a grin as his fingers ran light circles over your sensitive skin, turning a slight laugh into an absolute fit. “Come here, you, let’s get you into the bed. Hup!” He lifted you out of Punz’s arms and right into Sapnap’s waiting ones from where he stood in the truck bed. 

“Hey, sugar,” he sang. The truck rocked as all your boys clambered in, but Sap did his best to keep you steady as he laid you in an absolute nest of pillows they’d prepared. Couch cushions, bed pillows, and even a body pillow with a hockey player posing like a Playboy bunny. “There you go,” he muttered to himself, tucking into your side like he hadn’t just been stuck on you like superglue. His lips ghosted over your cheek. “You gonna let us feed you now?” 

“How the hell do you come that hard and walk around like nothing?”

He blinked. “Why do you sound mad about it?”

“I am mad about it! You practically killed me, and now you’re carrying me!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re heavy.”

You gave a pointed look down at your thick thighs and thicker stomach. “Hon, I weigh like-”

“Mushrooms or no?” The truck suspension strained as Sam threw himself down next to you, two pizza boxes bouncing on his lap. “We’ll need you to eat at least one slice, since someone interrupted before we could do any other aftercare-”

“Oh, fuck off! You can fuckin’ Venmo me for the pizza if you keep bitching.”

“I paid for gas! Make Sapnap pitch in for once!”

“Excuse you,” Sapnap huffed, wrestling with a two-liter of coke, “I’m baby, bitch.”

You found yourself chuckling and shaking your head as they argued, blooming warmth filling your chest.

Contrasting with the wet cold between your thighs.

“Punz-” He stopped swiping at Sapnap to give you his full attention, and for a moment you thought you should be an adult. Tell him to find you something to clean yourself with, and tell Sam or Sapnap or whoever stole your panties to give them back. You should act like a mature woman who knows how to handle a two-night stand, but instead you find yourself pouting at him, knowing it would make him cave to anything you asked. “They left me empty and cold.”

Sam and Sap burst into protests.

“Left you?!”

“The audacity-”

“Oh, you poor little bunny,” Punz laughed, scooping you right up and taking your place. He squeezed you tight, dotting his lips across your neck to hear you giggle as his breath tickled the sensitive skin. “Bastards been neglecting you?”

Sapnap had produced a handful of shot glasses that he filled with soda and passed around. “Oh, yeah, she was real fuckin’ neglected when she was coming on my cock.”

“She needs all three of us to be happy,” Sam agreed, taking the shot. “Why did you bring shot glasses?”

“Why didn’t you bring alcohol?”

“Lift your hips for me, bunny,” Punz muttered, squeezing your waist. “I’ll pull down my shorts for you and we can have a nice warm cuddle while we watch the movie.”

You pushed up to your knees, hands from either side snapping to hold you steady. “You’re all such worry warts,” you laughed, accepting a shot of coke and passing it back for a refill. 

“Oh, forgive us, sugar: we’re not eager to watch the gorgeous babe who puts up with all three of our dumb asses crack her head open.”

You felt Punz run his smooth tip through your folds, letting Sapnap’s cum slick up his shaft before he led you to ease your hips back. You managed to choke your moan as he spread you back open, biting your tongue until you were seated all the way back on his lap. “Fuck- I’m good, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

You sighed as the stretch quickly faded from being fucked open so recently, leaving only the blissful feeling of being perfectly filled. “I’m so good.” Sam offered you a slice and you took it, downing a testing nibble and then three big bites of melty cheese as you realized maybe their fuck-then-feed method held some water after all. “What are we watching?”

Sam presented a remote with a flourish, pointing it at the white sheet strung up in the treeline and pushing a button. “We are watching- fuck.” He flipped the remote around to point it at the projector on the roof of the cab. You weren’t sure how much of this was set up before or how much you were oblivious to while Punz coddled you, but either way something squeezed in your chest. “We’re watching Die Hard, because it’s a goddamn masterpiece.”

You nodded. “You got the second one for after?”

“Of course,” 

“And the third?”

“You’re cute. Don’t push it.”

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Puck Bunny Part 4

6k motherfuckers! Can you tell I'm in love /j

As before, fluff with some suggestiveness, and some light self deprecating thoughts that get quickly shut down

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“Oh, that whore!”

“Who’s a whore?” Your switch flew from your hands with a shriek, thankfully landing on the recliner instead of Niki’s face. “Nice shot.”

You jabbed an accusing finger at her, like she could be blamed for your lackluster hand-eye coordination. “You’re supposed to be at work!” 

Niki (who you learned did not hold grudges) handed your switch back, brushing your feet off the couch so she could flop next to you with a groan. “Becky asked for the last half of my shift. Her girl wants to play football next year, so she’s trying to get all the extra time she can.”

“European football or American football?” 

“Screw you… European.”

“That’s good, there’s less to buy.” 

“True, and less chance of a concussion. So, who’s a whore?”

You gave a shrug, going back to your game now that your curiosity’s been sated. “Fucking Marnie: I need to buy a pig before fall, but she’s too busy bouncing on the mayor’s dick to run her fucking shop.”

Niki leaned in close, peering over your shoulder only to see an 8-bit world of flowers, green grass, and a sparkling blue river. “... You need a hobby.”

“This is my hobby.”

“Another hobby. You could come running with me.” Your lip curls too quick for you to hide it. “Alright, point taken.” There’s a beat where you’re sure you were rude, and now that you’re not crying over the last guy or humping the next one she’s not interested in talking to you. Niki is kind, but maybe she doesn’t want to hang out with you, which you’re just going to have to be okay with.

You don’t realize she is talking until the back of her hand smacks down on your thigh. “I said, tell me about your date.”

You blink, pausing your day to not waste those precious minutes. “You wanna hear about my date?”

She’s leaned back, eyes closed as she rolls her shoulders, but she still nods. “Yeah. I saw the to-go in the fridge- where’d he take you?”

The switch clinks on the coffee table as you put it down, and the sofa groans under you as you pull your feet up. “Well, I don’t remember the name of the place because he wouldn’t tell me: I’d been bugging him about letting me pay for something so he said he wasn’t giving me the name so I could look up the prices.”

“And was that your plan?”

“Of course it was.” A warmth blooms in your chest as you get a high-pitched giggle out of her and the words start spilling out. “But the menu didn’t have prices on it, and I’m pretty sure he’d said something to the hostess to get that because it was nice, but it wasn’t snooty-fancy nice, ya’know?”

“How nice was it?”

“Complimentary bread, but plenty of families.” For a second, you think that wouldn’t make sense to anyone but you, but she nods, so you move on. “I said I couldn’t decide between the alfredo or the surf-n-turf- just making conversation- and when the waitress came up, he ordered them both and even ordered two entrées for himself so I didn’t look like a pig.”

“You’re not a pig,”

“Oink, oink.” 

You got another snort of laughter out of her. “What about dessert? A good man treats you to dessert.”

“I was stuffed! I told him I couldn’t eat another bite and he was all-” You furrowed your brow and pitched your voice down in a poor man’s imitation of Punz. “‘What about Niki? I don’t wanna be on the wrong end of her shovel. Have a bite just to make sure it’s good and you can bring the rest back to her.’ So, yeah, there’s half an alfredo bowl, some sirloin, and a slice of cake that’s all yours if you want it.”

“Good man.” You barely have time to wonder if that’s a joke before she’s reaching over to take your hand in hers. A soft smile painted across her features, the kind that made her eyes shine with a soft affection that couldn’t be faked. “I’m happy for you,” she promised softly, like it was a secret to be shared only with you. “You deserve a good man. And I really hate to change the subject, but either I’m sleep-deprived or someone’s playing country music outside our window.”

You take a moment to listen. 

Now she’s coming home to visit

Holdin’ the hand

Of a wild-eyed boy

With a farmer’s tan

“Who the fuck is listening to Trace Adkins that loud,” you muttered, pushing off the couch.

“Why do you know who Trace Adkins in?”

“Because he’s six and a half feet and the only sixty-year-old I’d bend over backwards for.” She gives a mumble of, ‘fair enough,’ as you reel up the blinds, laughter bubbling out of your throat at the sight on the lawn. “Oh my god,”

There was no way of knowing if Sapnap had started dancing at the beginning of the song or when he saw movement in your window, but he was going hard. Full-on country boy line dancing, complete with a white cowboy hat, as he held his phone above his head like a boombox. You’re pretty sure he even had a picture of a boombox pulled up to complete the look.

You pushed the window open. “What the hell are you doing?!”

You would’ve thought you’d shouted, “Yes, Sapnap, I will marry you!” He lit up like a bulb, a big cheesy grin spread across his cheeks, the apples pushing up into his eyes to turn them into little crescent moons. His lips moved, but all you could hear was Trace’s, “turn it up!” His face dropped into a pout when he realized and fumbled with his phone. He finally got the song paused and you waited for what could possibly be so important.

“Hi, sugar!” 

You snorted as he waved, wiggling your fingers at him. “Hey, handsome. What’s wrong, couldn’t find any pebbles to throw?” 

“Well, I wasn’t sure which window was yours: not a mistake I wanna make.” The way he shuddered made you think he did make that mistake, but the thought left as soon as it arrived because he was looking up at you with those puppy dog brown eyes. “Wanna go for a walk together?”

You get a vision. Fluffy brown ears and a tail wagging at mach 4. It fits way too well, especially when you imagine him asking, “Walk? Walk, walk, walk?” 

Besides the dog-like implications, it’s sweet. Classically romantic, and somehow it fits Sapnap perfectly. But still, part of you craves sitting alone in your room with a video game.

He waves again. “Hi, Niki!”

Her laugh vibrates through your arm as she squeezes into the window next to you. “Hi, Romeo. What’cha up to?”

“Punzy said I can either get my ass out of the house by myself or go to the gym with him, so I’m asking my sugar on a date ‘cause fuck ‘im.” 

Niki gave a solemn nod. “Fuck him indeed,”

There’s a part of you that’s terrified of what these two could talk about if given the time, and it pushes you past your slight hesitation, calling out, “let me find my shoes,” as you duck back inside. You can hear them talking as you scramble for some decent walking shoes.

“So, what’s with the hat?”

“It’s sunny out.”

“... So you just had that?”

“I’m from Texas, Niki.”

“Hey, don’t forget a water bottle.” You’re shoving your feet into your sneakers before you realize she’s talking to you. “He’s right, it’s pretty sunny out there.”

“I’ll be fine, mom.” You think you’re funny, right up until she sticks her head back out the window.

“She can’t come out to play, she’s gonna get her ass beat.”

You threw open the mini fridge. “I’m getting a bottle, Jesus!” 

“Alright, she’s headed down- whoa, look at him go.” Niki ended in a mutter, leaning further out to presumably watch Sapnap dash for the front of the building. You replaced your switch on the dock, just in case you were gone long enough for it to die, while she closed the window. “You got everything?”

“Yes,” you insisted, painting on a false air of exasperation just for the theatrics. “I have a water bottle, I’m wearing good shoes, cell phone’s in my pocket, and I’ll be back before the streetlights come on.” You made a dash for the door before she could snap back. “Bye, mom, love you!”

You’re halfway down the hall when you realize what you’ve said.

“I did NOT just tell her I love her. Holy shit, this is worse than calling your teacher mom. I DID call her mom!” 

Your phone buzzed against your ass and you almost don’t look at it.

Ich liebe dich auch :P 

Sapnap is waiting for you outside and lets you dive into his arms. “Hey, sugar,”

“Smother me,” you command into his sternum. 

His hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, thumb and index finger massaging circles into the base of your skull. “But then we can’t get ice cream.”

A snort escapes you as you adjust to give him a proper hug. “Oh my god, you’re so right. What was I thinking?”

“Crazy talk, that’s all it was.”

“Crazy,” you agreed, glancing up at him. Your cheeks warmed and a smile crept onto your face as you realized he was already looking at you. “Hi,” you hummed, pushing up onto your toes, hands braced against his broad chest.

“Hi,” he hummed back, meeting your lips as if he’d been desperately waiting for any sign that it was okay- as if he hadn’t done far worse with far less. He pressed featherlight kisses against you over and over, like he was as afraid as you were that too long and you’d fall into each other right on the lawn. 

When you finally peeled yourselves off each other it wasn’t far, his thick fingers threading through your smaller ones as you set out. “There’s a chocolate haus right nearby with all kinds of ice cream, I thought we’d go there. They make it all in-house, it’s really good.”

“How do you know where there’s a chocolate haus when the fat bitch who actually lives here has been going to Walmart for chocolate?”

He gave your hand a tug like a punishment. “You’re not a bitch, you’re my sugar bunny.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, hugging his arm to your chest, “I’ve got you pretty fooled, huh?” 

“And anyway, you’re too obsessed with your schoolwork to go exploring like I do.”

“I’m not obsessed with schoolwork!”

“‘I haven’t eaten, I’m too busy studying,’” he mocked.

“Your impression of me makes me sound like I’m in the eighth grade.”

“Well, in my impression of you, you only have an eighth grade education.” He beamed when you couldn’t even pretend to glare at him. “It’s alright, sugar: you get that degree, and we can try everything you missed together.”

Oh.

Oh. Thoughts of exploring life together filled your mind. Adventurous new toys in the bedroom, laughter as you bumbled through a new recipe in the kitchen, screams of joy on roller coasters too dangerous for you to ever try alone. Your heart in your throat in every one, but a tight squeeze of your hand- a promise that you’re not the only one who’s scared- gives you courage every time.

Sapnap isn’t as obscenely tall as Punz or Sam so it only takes a skip in your step to plant a fat kiss on his cheek. “What’s that for,” he hummed.

“I need a reason to give a cute boy a kiss?”

“No, but I’d hope you’re not running around kissing every cute boy you see.”

“Only the ones who feed me,” you tease, bumping him with your hip. “Pretty sure I’ve got a fat tab rung up for the fucking part of that deal.” 

He shook his head, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “It doesn’t count if we both eat: that’s just a good time.”

“You got that right, at least,” you mused as he kissed his way across your knuckles. His thumb wandered like he was anxious, drawing shapes and letters and random nonsense over your hand as far as he could reach without letting go. 

“... Your campus is pretty,” 

You glanced around. There was a game of Frisbee in full swing on the left lawn constantly tripping over the few people actually studying, and a sizable yoga group on the right. The trees were well past their blossoming stage, but still a bright green as they resisted against the cool fall air. “It is, huh?”

“Yeah. Our campus has, like, one tree. It’s all concrete and pavement.”

A noise of disgust fell from your lips without intending to make it. “Cityscape. Give me a forest any day.” 

“It kinda reminds me of home, but, yeah, over here is way prettier.”

You put on your best aghast face. “Wow, fake cowboy. You’re a total city boy, aren’t you?”

“It’s my darkest secret,” he drawled with a grin. Even with all his bravado, his cheeks were still pink. “Sam’s the country boy, I was a suburbia baby.”

“That hat is a lie.”

“But it makes my beard look way sexier.”

“Another reason to take it off,” you declared, snatching it off his head and placing it on yours. The brim dropped over your nose, so you pulled it back and let it hang around your neck by the strap. “You go around looking too sexy, panties start dropping, they have to put out a flash flood warning-” He obviously stopped paying attention the second you stole his hat if his dopey look was any indicator so you really went into it. “And I can’t fight off the entire female populous by myself, but maybe if I sat on your face in front of them all-” Sapnap stopped walking, his grip on your hand pulling you to a stop with him. “Hm? What’s up?” 

When you turned, you saw his gaze had fallen off of you at some point, the realization shooting an arrow through your chest. Were you boring him? You shouldn’t talk so much. Maybe some skinny yogi in a sports bra was getting his attention.

“That sign says ‘free.’ I’m trying to read the rest, but I think I need glasses.”

You felt ashamed for ever questioning his integrity.

“Free beginner’s yoga,” you read for him, “no experience, equipment, strength, or flexibility required.”

His thumb started strumming across your skin. “I wonder if that stuff actually works. I mean, I know football players will sometimes learn ballet…”

There’s a moment where you’re trapped in your own thoughts. Thinking about all those gym classes trying to keep up with the fitter kids, feeling their eyes as they were forced to wait for you before moving on. Thinking about your first roommate who wouldn’t stop trying to talk to you about your aura. 

Then the moment’s over because you remember the way he’d put it. 

We can try everything you missed together.

And he was so good for that, and he deserved someone who was going to be just as good to him, and you sure as hell weren’t going to give him up willingly, so you were just going to have to be good enough for him.

So your other hand joined your clasped ones and tugged him over. “Come on, let’s try.”

He shook his head, but his expressions were easier to read than a picture book: he’s not resistant, he’s embarrassed. “No, it was just a passing thought, we don’t have to, I just-”

“Trying everything together, remember?” A smile crept across your lips as his ears burned cherry red, but he let you guide him onto the grass. “Do you actually want to do it, or do you just want to see me put my ass in the air?”

“A man can want two things,” he pushed out with a cheeky grin.

You snorted, gesturing to your chest with your chin. “Yeah, I know: one, two.”

He held your hand for as long as possible as you walked away, calloused fingertips trailing down your softer ones until the very last second. You almost said ‘fuck it’ and tackled him for the touch back, but you restrained yourself. 

You followed the others’ lead, thankful for your position at the back to hopefully obscure anything embarrassing you might do. Although, you had to admit, it wasn’t that tough: you’ve been sitting criss-cross-applesauce since preschool. They were doing steeple with their hands, too: something else you had down pat.

The teacher was a thin woman with abs that made you jealous and a powerful voice. She’d given you a smile as you dragged Sapnap over, but now her eyes were closed. “Bring your chin down towards your chest,” she hummed, “and feel that amazing stretch in the back of your neck.”

Oh, shit, that actually felt great.

“Try to lift your chest towards your thumbs and see if that gets you to sit up a little straighter.”

A fucking moan escaped as your back popped in three different places, heat flooding your cheeks as Sapnap snorted. “Stop that,” he whispered. “If it feels that good, you won’t need me anymore.” The girl in front of you snorted, so you ignored him in hopes of pretending he wasn’t talking to you.

After a few minutes, you couldn’t figure out why you’d been so hesitant to yoga. Mostly, you’d only done cat and cow repeatedly, and it shocked you how good it felt. Like you’d been shoved in a crate in your sleep for the past month, and your body was finally able to breathe and move the way it was supposed to. You almost apologized to the collective group.

“Push up into downward dog,”

“Scratch that: yoga sucks,” you decided. You had a face full of titty, no upper arm strength to hold this pose, and Sapnap wasn’t even behind you to appreciate how great it makes your ass look, so what the hell’s the point. 

“Fuckin’ skinny people bullshit.” It isn’t until the girl in front of you laughed so hard she fell back down to tabletop pose that you realized you let your inside bitching turn into outside bitching. You could feel the heat rushing to your face and it wasn’t just because of this stupid pose. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, trying to backtrack, “I didn’t mean-”

“Nah, girl,” she insisted as she pushed back up, “don’t apologize: you gotta stick by your guns.”

There was a murmur of agreement from beside her that drew your attention. Unfortunately, you were stuck staring at their ass from the way everyone was positioned, but you did appreciate that ‘they’ was printed on one cheek and ‘them’ on the other. Props for both hilarity and remarkable efficiency. “Say it with your chest,” they insisted. “Speaking of: this move was definitely made by someone without tits. I’m suffocating.” A snort escaped you, but Sapnap sounded like a leaking balloon as he wheezed trying to hold his laughter in, flopping on his side in the grass like he’d officially given up. 

“Friends,” the instructor called out, and you just knew you were going to get kicked out. Kicked out of a free yoga class: you’ve never stooped so low. “Reminder that if I’m telling you to do something your body doesn’t like, please listen to your body. You know yourself better than I do.”

“I’m fine, I just like to bitch.”

“I’m not,” you admitted, dropping into a child’s pose to push your hips back. “But I’ll still bitch with you.”

You caught a glimpse of an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Fuck yeah: big bitch solidarity.” 

The first girl turned around to face you instead of the instructor, giving you an eager smile. “You should totally come back next week: Adrienne usually brings her dog to class. We got totally cheated this week.”

“Benji is getting his teeth cleaned so no one passes out when he starts panting. Drop back into tabletop, and stretch that left ankle back for me as far as you can. Remember that we’re trying to create a long stretch through the spine, and the crown of the head is an extension of the spine.” 

“I never realized how heavy my head was,” you admitted as you consciously lifted it. 

“You got too many brains in there,” Sapnap claimed. “Play more video games.”

You cocked your head to make sure he saw your false offense. “I play so many video games. Hey, why are you on the ground? Get your ass up here and suffer with me!” 

“It’s haaard!”

“Oh my god,” the person in front of Sap cackled, “how long have you been dating?”

You can feel a heat take over half your face. “What makes you think we’re dating?”

“You sound exactly like us.”

The girl cackled. “‘Yoga is sooo easy,’” she mocked. “They do strength training and the first time I dragged them to class they threw such a fit!”

“Don’t tell them my shame!” The two of them followed along with the teacher in some contortionist move you could never pull off unless you suddenly lost forty pounds and half a tit, but it did mean you could finally put a face to the other. “You do this every time we meet new people! Stop using my embarrassment as an icebreaker!”

Sapnap’s grin was palpable in the air. “Now, that’s an idea.”

You pointedly didn’t look at him. “Another word, you won’t see me topless ever again.” 

“Shutting up.”

The girl wobbled again as she laughed. “You’re smarter than Andy, at least.”

Sapnap retrieved his hat from the grass where it fell off your head and settled it back in place. “I know my place. Sapnap, by the way.” 

“Josie,” she gave back, and you offered your name, too. “My partner Andy. Romantic partner, not yoga partner. They’d never last.”

“I don’t blame them: I’m tapping out,” you admitted, sitting up properly. You blinked when you realized you were just a bit taller than usual and your constant headache was gone. “Okay, hold on, this might be worth it.”

“Right?! Doesn’t it feel so good after? Hang on-” Josie leapt to her feet and skirted through the crowd, rifling through the instructor’s bag.

“Do you mind, Jo?”

“Damn it, Adrienne, I’m trying to network for you, but this purse is a disaster area. Aha!” She brought the flyer back to you with all the pride of a cat delivering a dead mouse, so you would’ve felt bad not accepting it. Especially as she eagerly started to point out the different lines of text. “The club gets together every week, and Adrienne puts together different routines, so one week is stretching, then core strength-”

Andy grabbed their girlfriend around the waist and manually pulled her back. “Personal space, babe.”

“Sorry,” she gushed, “I get kinda excited.”

“That’s okay,” you told her, because it really was. When was the last time someone got really excited talking to you? Asking you to join them? 

You knew the answer as thick fingers laced with yours. “Should we go, sugar?” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, almost like a little beg. I’m tired of sharing you. “Think we earned our ice cream,” 

The thought enters your mind that he’s too pretty and sweet, and he deserves a good kiss. Sweet and pretty boys need a good kiss now and then. So you kiss the back of his hand clasped in yours just like he had as you murmur, “yes, we have.” You offer the couple your best smile, too, just to make sure they know you aren’t fleeing. “I’ll have to come to another class without my tag-along.” Sapnap makes an indignant sound as he pulls you to your feet, especially when Josie responds with, “same here,” and then Andy is indignant, too. 

“You two can have fun turning into pretzels,” Sapnap promised, “Andy and I will bring the actual pretzels.”

“Ooh, we should get pretzels, too.” You bid your goodbyes as you resumed your walk, detangling your fingers from Sapnap’s to hug his arm as you consulted the flyer. It was little more than a time and place under a curly Yoga Club header, but still you searched for something to convince you to go again. 

“They were nice.”

Sapnap. Shame on you. Nice boy wants to go for a walk with you, and you’re giving your attention to a half sheet of copy paper. You pressed yourself more firmly against his shoulder. “They were,” you admitted, forcing yourself to believe it. Pushing aside every insecure thought about how they secretly hated you for intruding on their space- a space that anyone with eyes could tell wasn’t yours to take.

No. They were nice. They were a cute couple, and they were nice. 

People can pretend to be nice.

Sapnap leaned down. His nose bumped against the crown of your head, getting you to look up enough for him to kiss your forehead. “You thinking about joining?”

You’re shaking your head before he’s finished speaking. “They don’t need some amateur slowing them down,” you tell him with a forced laugh. You hope he takes it as a joke and laughs along.

He doesn’t. His eyebrows furrow under his white brim. “I don’t think it’s that kind of thing. I mean, the head yogi or whatever even said that if you can’t do the pose, you can just do child’s pose. Which, I thought was ‘drank too much last night’ pose, but whatever.”

“Okay, first: instructor,”

He grinned. “Yogi Bear,”

You chose to ignore him. “And second: they were probably only inviting me to be nice, so it would be awkward if I went.”

There’s a beat of silence where you think you’ve successfully ruined the conversation, letting your anxieties out into the open where they should never be. You stumble as you realize Sapnap’s stopped, peering up at him as you try to place his expression. 

Somewhere between adoration, exasperation, and maybe constipation. 

“Sugar,” he cooed. A heavy hand came up to caress your cheek, covering the entire side of your face in his palm as he strummed across your cheekbone with his thumb. “You are wonderful-” You practically melted in his hand. “And breathtaking-” Oh, you were a puddle! “And usually so smart, but that might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, and I live with a bunch of hockey players.”

“What?!” He’s still petting your cheek so you move to shove him away and get pulled into his chest instead, lapels fanning out around you like even his varsity jacket was trying to suck you in. “Don’t hug me! You’re an ass!”

“Sweet, sweet, bunny,” he cooed- oh, you could hear the grin on his stupid handsome face. That bastard! “Don’t fight it. Just listen for a sec- I said don’t fight it- listen for a second.” He let you thrash against him for another minute, knowing full well you could slip out if you really wanted to, until you settled against him with a huff. “Okay, sugar, now hear me out,” he bargained. “If they were just being nice, they would’ve just been nice. There was absolutely no reason to give you the date, place, and time they meet up at if they didn’t want you there. People don’t do that, sugar. That’s some next-level soaps type conspiracy where you go just to find out your evil twin is sleeping with your sister.”

You don’t know what it is, and you’re definitely going to run some experiments to figure it out later, but something breaks past your anxiety. Maybe it was the factual way he said it, that your messed up brain said, “oh, we didn’t know that,” and accepted it the same way you don’t get anxious about what color the sky is: it’s a fact. Maybe it’s the heavy, woodsy scent that completely envelops you from inside his jacket, filling you with a warmth that went beyond just being protected from the breeze. 

Maybe trying to figure out why your evil twin would sleep with your sister, who would therefore be the evil twin’s sister as well, control-alt-deleted your entire system.

You took the win either way.

“I’m not trying to push you into going,” he promised with a firm squeeze, like he secretly wanted to make his jacket so comfortable you decided to live in it with him. “But I know how easily anxiety can drown out reality.”

Something in his tone strikes you. You get flashes of your previous ‘dates’. A desperate clutch on your hand as you walked out of the rink. An arm behind your head like he didn’t want you to forget he was there. Holding you tight to his chest, still inside you as he declared, “You can’t take her, she’s mine!”

You pushed your arms around him, still under the jacket, and squeezed him tight. You didn’t know what to say. What could possibly convey, “I’m a fucking anxious moron, but I’ll try to help you not be an anxious moron because I like you way more than I should.” You settled for, “maybe I’ll go. Niki did say I should get a new hobby.”

He buried his nose in your hair like he understood what you meant to say. “Yeah? Three guys not enough to take up your time?”

“I don’t think sex counts as a hobby.”

<3E>

You were panting, breath coming out in long, drawn-out gasps, emphasized for his benefit. “Oh my god,” you gushed, “It’s too much! I can’t handle it!”

“It’s a fucking thirteen degree slope.” His giant grin is what saves him, because if you’d detected a single ounce of judgement for your unfit lifestyle, you would have turned around immediately. 

“It’s fucking unconstitutional, is what it is,” you tell him instead. 

“Unconstitutional,” he repeated back, like the word was hilarious.

“Telling a cute girl you’ll buy her ice cream, then making her walk. It’s not right!”

“Well, you won’t let me carry you,”

You huffed, taking another bite of your ‘Oreo Brownie Explosion’ which was somehow even more chocolatey than the name suggested. “I already stole your hat and made you do yoga: I’m not breaking your back, too.”

“I’m making Punz record me next time we work out,” he promised, extending his hand that didn’t hold his own cone to help you over an uncovered root. It was probably a two-inch tall obstacle, but he was so cute, you took his hand anyway. “Maybe doing some hip thrusts and benching with your weight on the bar will get it through your thick, pretty head.”

“Nice save with the ‘pretty,’” you drawled. He didn’t let go of your hand after you conquered the root, so they swayed between you. “Although I’m not thick: I’m fat.”

“Deliciously,” he agreed, suddenly aiming his teeth to your neck. “All the more to eat, my dear-”

“Stop, your lips are covered!” 

Any attempt at saving your pores bites the dust when he starts blowing raspberries across your sensitive skin, your roaring laughter echoing through the trees. Especially when he mutters, “oh, shit, sug’, made a mess of ya” and starts kitten licking ice cream off you.

“What flavor is that, again?”

He offered his cone. “Mint Mountain. I think it’s got Andes bars and York patties in it.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Ugh: you had to be a mint lover, huh? We better get to this secret you wanted me to see quickly. I can’t be seen with someone who likes mint ice cream.”

“It’s got chocolate in it, just like yours!”

“Don’t you dare compare that monstrosity to my amazing chocolate!” 

“Watch your step.” He helped you over another root, hand sliding to the small of your back. “It’s right over here.” 

“Are you gonna tell me what it is?” His cheeky grin says ‘no’ without him having to. “I want you to know,” you told him emphatically, “if you’re taking me deep into the woods to kill me, I will haunt your ass ‘til the end of time.”

The trees gave way as you walked to reveal a grassy hilltop dotted with wildflower patches. Bright purples, reds, and blues sprinkled through the lush grass to mirror the bright stars starting to peek through the foggy sky. The other side of the hill was much steeper, letting the city landscape sprawl out like a blanket thrown over everything. Sapnap squeezed you tight and a warmth bloomed in your chest. He found this beautiful spot just for you? It touched you so thoroughly you nearly forgot what you were even talking about before.

Until he leaned close, lips brushing across your ear, and hissed, “then we’d be together forever.”

“Oh my god, you do that too well,” you snorted.

“And ever, and ever-”

“Stop!”

He threw his head back so he didn’t destroy your eardrums as he cried, “AND EVER,” into the dusk with a giant grin. He clumsily shed his letterman as he ran in front of you, passing his cone from hand to hand to keep the jacket clean, which was promptly null as he tossed it on the ground. Maybe it was the ice cream he was worried about ruining. “My lady,” he offered with a dramatic bow, kicking the lapels open for more surface area. 

“Why, thank you, my dear.” 

The name sort of slipped out: he called you my lady, so you were just playing along. He flushed so pretty, though, and when you sat he snuggled right up to you like he was accepting it. Yes, he seemed so say as his arm stretched out on the grass behind you, I am your dear. 

You pressed yourself into his side, settling in and soaking up his warmth. “This place another result of your exploring?”

“Just call me Dora.” Lights started flickering on across the city. Golden arches on the west side, living rooms all throughout as families settled in for the night. “In the summer, there are fireflies,” he told you, voice soft in your ear. You tucked your head against his shoulder. “I took my sisters out here camping once. I never got to see that kinda thing growing up, so it was fun.” 

A hum rumbled out of your throat as his thumb pet over the back of your hand. “Yeah? How old are they?”

“Too fucking old.” You laughed against his neck as he shook his head. “I have two baby sisters and a brother, and they’re all growing up too damn fast.”

“Kids do that,”

Sapnap hummed in agreement, and for a minute you were just sitting together. Cuddled up under the stars with ice cream, acting like you needed to share body heat even as you ate your icy treat. 

“They’d like you.” You pulled back to look at him. The dimming light did it's very best to hide his deep blush, but he didn’t. A different kind of smile spread over his lips- softer and shyer. “My sisters,” he clarified. “My step-brother doesn’t like anyone but his PS4, but the girls would like you.” He seemed to realize what he was implying, burying his mouth in his cone. “Probably try to humiliate me with stories or tell you you’re too good for me-”

A hand in on his cheek dragged his lips onto yours. He grunted into your mouth in surprise but fell against you, lips moving together soft and slow. You licked over his lips but didn’t push further, scratching your nails through the hair on his jaw as you pulled back. You pressed a peck against him when he tried to chase after you, smiling into it as it seemed to satisfy him. 

“I’m sure I’d like them,” you promised. A drop of something trembled on your lip as you spoke, and you licked it off. “Hm. Maybe mint’s not so bad after all.”

#angymouse #minors dni #sapsqueaks

[angy-mouse]

How to Become A Puck Bunny 1/3

5.8k, unprotected sex, plus size reader, foursome, spite/revenge sex, coming inside, face sitting, upside down spit roasting, major praise, minor degradation, AND THIS IS CHAPTER ONE

The bitch is back.

Breakups were hard. You thought college would be easier, thought you were more mature, but you still spent the weekend crying and watching shitty romcoms with your roommate, cursing out the bastard together. But on Sunday, when you were out of tears and, really, quite upset with yourself for moping over him, you came to the conclusion that you were an adult. As such, you were going to handle this maturely.

So you showered, threw on your favorite sundress, and drove to the rival school with hopes of ruining his life.

You’ve been to VAL University hundreds of times. Even when there weren’t official games scheduled, your ex’s team would race over any chance they got for a ‘friendly’ practice match with their sworn enemies. It was always 50/50 whether you’d end up having victory sex in his Honda, or he’d mope the entire drive back. That was about to change.

The rink was always cold to keep the ice, but with your extra pudge it barely affected you- surely not enough to warrant putting on- you shuddered- jeans. No, you were fine. In fact, with the ice bare, you had half a thought to rent some skates and just enjoy yourself, and forget about your plan. Then you remembered the endless jokes about how you had more blubber than a walrus, and you marched on. 

You knocked on the locker room door with all the confidence you could muster. “Woman approaching! Is it safe?”

“NO, DON’T COME IN!”

“Calm the fuck down, Sapnap!” 

“I’M NAKED!”

“Oh my god,” rang out as the door creaked open, broad, bare shoulders blocking your view inside. You recognized him as the captain as he blinked down at you. “I know you,” he mused. “B Tech. Nineteen’s girl, right?”

“No. Well- not anymore.” You offered him your hand and your name, watching him completely change with the new information.

“Punz,” he gave in return, bringing your hand up to his lips. He leaned against the door frame and puffed up his chest, and you couldn’t help the mental comparison to a peacock. No matter the sport, men were very much the same: the opportunity to woo an enemy’s girl was golden. “So sorry to hear you broke up, but, y’know, we always wondered how that douche got a gorgeous girl like you to cheer for him. If you need a shoulder to cry on, the team-”

You plucked your hand from his and reached into your purse. “I’m not crying over a cheater, I just-”

“Say no more,” Punz said confidently, turning to yell over his shoulder. “Get dressed, we’re gonna go kill a techie!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“No- Punz,” you snapped, clicking your fingers in front of your lips and watching him snap to attention like a dog. “Focus. I’m not here to order a hit on my ex.”

He clicked his tongue, disappointment painted on his face. “Scratch that, boys: no killing.” The groans echoing out of the locker room almost made you rethink your stance on the matter, but you had better things in mind. 

You pulled the folded up pieces of paper from your purse and held them in front of your heart. “This is everything I remember about B Tech’s strategy. Offense, defense, how to get away with penalties, gossip for chirping-” Punz was practically drooling and reached for the papers, only for you to hold them behind your back- as if that could really stop him, but he was a gentleman, and he knew how this game was played.

“What’s your price?”

“I’m going to be at your next game,” you said carefully. “Wearing one of your team’s jerseys. And when you destroy us, I want you to let all of his teammates know it was because he couldn’t keep his pants on.” You reached out, tapping the pages against his bare chest. “And maybe a bit of chirping about how I was right to dump him, and he’s an idiot for screwing up wouldn’t hurt.”

A malicious grin spread across his lips. “You’re evil,” he mused, leaning down to brush his lips along the shell of your ear. “I like that in a woman.” He chuckled at the shiver that ran through you, plucking the papers from your hand and beginning to read. “Anything specific you want us to use? Oh, please tell me he can’t get it up, that would make my fucking day-”

“Unfortunately, no, but he did tell me every time we argued that he was the only one who would settle for a girl as big as me-”

“DID SOMEONE SAY BIG GIRL?!” You jumped as a head of fluffy brown hair shoved past Punz in the doorway. “Hi, my name’s Sapnap, I can bench two-twenty, and I’d like to die by suffocating in pussy-”

“Get back, you heathen!” You wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming off your cheeks as Punz slapped a hand over Sapnap’s face and tried to shove him back into the locker room. “I saw her first!”

“Only because you answered the door!”

“That’s what you get for sitting around in your underwear after practice!”

You felt a chill run down your spine just before a hand came down gently on your shoulder, looking back to find a third teammate. “They always fight for a while,” he mused with a smile that made you melt. “Figured it would be quicker to go out the other door and come around.” You let the hand on your shoulder gently spin you around to see the jersey he held with ‘SAM’ emblazoned on the back. “Let’s see how this fits you, hm?” 

You’ve never felt smaller than when Sam pulled his jersey over your head and dressed you like a doll, letting the fabric fall to your knees with a chuckle. “There you go,” he hummed, letting his big hands settle on your hips- not holding, but resting. Somehow you knew he would need permission to hold you properly, and you were ready to give it to him eagerly. “Your cheeks are going red, sweetheart,” he teased, reaching up to pet over the hot skin with the back of his hand. “Why don’t you let me buy you some cocoa to warm you up, hm?”

“Hey, I was going to suggest that! Let me buy you cocoa, sugar- and something to eat!”

“I’m the captain, so I get to buy her whatever she wants, got it? And she should be wearing my jersey!”

“Your jersey smells like ass!”

“I WILL GUT YOU!”

You internally wondered when the last time you’d had guys literally fighting over you was, and came to the conclusion that it was never. That was something that only happened in cheesy love triangle novels, you thought, but here you were watching the two go at each other with more enthusiasm than they showed on the ice. You could feel it swelling your ego- felt it in the throbbing between your legs as Sam wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing his lips against the crown of your head to mask the way he took in your scent.

“Um, cocoa sounds nice,” you managed out, watching Sapnap and Punz freeze like two dogs being called off by their master. “And I could go for some food… and maybe some sour gummies?” You hoped they understood what you meant, hoped they could read between the lines and didn’t just think you were hungry. The three looked between each other, and you knew they got it as they stopped trying to kill each other in favor of taking your hands in theirs. 

“Anything you want, sugar,” Sapnap promised, starting to tug you out of the rink.

“Yeah, you just let us take care of you, alright?”

“Don’t you worry, bunny, we’ll make you forget all about what’s-his-face.” Punz’s hand landed on your hip with the promise, trying to convey his thoughts without having to say them and risk getting slapped. You hesitated only long enough to glance at all the handsome faces looking at you adoringly. 

“Wait until that bastard hears about this.”

“That sounds really good.”

Sam scooped you off your feet without a second thought and spun on his heel. “Thank god, I thought I was going to have to jerk off in a nasty public bathroom. Punz, get the fucking door.” He brought his lips down on yours, kissing you far more gently than you’d ever expected. You clutched his collar tightly, even though the thick arms supporting you told you that you were perfectly safe. His soft lips parted against yours as he walked, slow and gentle as you eagerly welcomed his tongue. 

Even when you realized they wanted you, you didn’t expect this. You figured fucking the rival hockey team would be a masturbatory event: let each of them fuck up your pussy, maybe come yourself, and absolutely no kissing. But Sam’s lips didn’t leave yours as he found his way back into the locker room, and there was a hissed ‘careful’ as Sapnap’s broad hand cupped the back of your head to protect you from the door frame. Sam fell back onto the bench blindly, giggling at your scared squeak as he pulled you to straddle his lap. Something big pressed against your core, pulling a gasp from your lips as it twitched against your clit, seeking out your heat. Sam’s lips trailed down your jaw and as Punz gently tilted your head back to claim your lips the second they were available, you wondered how many of your other assumptions were wrong.

Where Sam’s kiss was gentle and exploring, Punz took your mouth like he was fucking it, tongue diving as deep as it could reach and tasting every crevice in your mouth like you were an expensive delicacy. His lips were constantly twitching into a smirk against yours as you refused to fight for the dominance he eagerly took, and you didn’t have the strength to tell him it was because Sam was fucking you through your clothes, rolling his hips under you so perfectly you were afraid you might come from your lacy panties rubbing your clit. His hands wove into your hair- as if you needed to be held in place, you scoffed- but while his grip was firm it didn’t feel rough or controlling- it felt perfect.

You had just thought that Sapnap must prefer watching when thick fingers landed on your thigh, caressing the skin tenderly as he inched your skirt up, up, up. “Fuck,” he hissed, groping a handful of your scantily-clad ass. “You come here hoping to get fucked, sugar? Or are you just always this dressed up?”

You scratched your nails up Punz’s jaw, earning a deep growl against your lips before you found his hair and pulled him off you, letting out a breathy chuckle as you caught your breath. “Maybe it��� crossed my mind,” you admitted, a devilish grin stretching your lips as Sam laughed against your collarbone. You cut it short by grinding down on him, earning a cuss from both him and Sapnap, who you were convinced was newly obsessed with your ass.

“You wearin’ too much, bunny,” Punz declared, combing his fingers through your hair, dull nails running along your scalp. “Gonna let us see you?”

It did something to you that even the brash captain that spent half his games in the penalty box, who just fucked your mouth with his tongue, was asking so kindly for permission as he made sure he didn’t knot your hair in his gripping. “What are you waiting for,” you mused with a grin as you rolled your hips against Sap again, “a strip tease?”

Punz grinned right back at you as he leaned down, gliding his hands down your sides as he pressed his lips against the tender skin of your neck. “Next time,” he promised before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air. He laughed from deep in his chest as you shrieked, taking your smacks in stride as you floundered. “We’re just getting your panties off, bunny,” he chimed in a teasing voice as Sam’s fingers slipped under your waistband. He couldn’t resist leaning forward, placing a wet kiss over your clothed pussy before pulling the stringy lace down your legs, directly into the duffle bag under the bench.

You snapped your leg out to lightly kick his side before Punz set you back down to yank the rest of your clothes over your head. “I’m wearing those out of here, don’t get any ideas.” The gasping moan that wracked your body as his clothed cock settled against your bare pussy may have undermined your point.

“We’ll see,” he teased, letting out a low whistle as Sapnap figured out your bra clasp and let it fall. “Fuck, now ain’t that a sight.”

Punz let out a sound of agreement before plastering himself to your back again. None of them touched you, though. They simply looked in awe, clothed bulges twitching against you as they admired your form. You’ve never felt more like a piece of art, and you just knew that was how they were seeing you- you could get used to it, though.

“Here,” You looked over in confusion as Sapnap dressed you again, realizing he was shirtless. “I-” he sheepishly started, getting distracted as his jersey fell over your form. “Well, anyone could walk in. And… you look good in our color.”

“Oh,” you practically swooned, reaching your hand up to cup his scruffy cheek. “That was cute.”

“I’d look even better if you finally kissed me.” It didn’t make sense, but that didn’t matter when his lips were pressing against yours so shyly, gentle and soft as his hands wandered your body before settling on your hips, fingers digging into the meat of your ass like an anchor. 

You moaned into his mouth as Punz’s fingers found your clit, rolling it between his fingers just to hear the whining noises you made. Sam pushed past to sink two fingers into your pussy, cursing under his breath as your tight heat instantly soaked him, wrapped around his fingers like a second skin as he gently worked you open. “Fuck, she’s wet,” he reported, making Sapnap moan desperately into your mouth.

Sapnap pulled his tongue out of your throat, grabbing Sam’s wrist and taking the fingers coated in your slick into his mouth. Your hips jumped against Punz’s hold as the sight sent lightning through your nerves, especially when he moaned at your taste, pulling off Sam’s fingers to drop wet kisses along your collar. “Knew it,” he muttered, nuzzling the soft skin of your neck. “Sweet as sugar. Need more of you, bunny. You gonna sit on my face for me?”

Something about the way he asked had you nodding furiously. For me. As if it was for his pleasure. He laid on the bench with his feet braced on the floor that made you wonder how wild he expected you to ride. Punz and Sam helped you maneuver, but you struggled to find how you were supposed to do this. There was space on either side of his head for your knees, but his broad shoulders covered where you would put your calves and feet. Luckily, Sapnap decided for you with a click of his tongue. “I ain’t ask you to hover,” he chided, knocking your knees off the bench with a single move. “Sit, bunny.”

You came crashing down on his face and realized this was for his pleasure. You felt it in the way his mouth enveloped your pussy, sucking on your clit and diving his tongue past your folds. His moans were better than any vibe you owned as he ate you like a man starved, thick arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you down against him. He didn’t need to- you lost control of your legs by the time he learned you liked it when he rolled his tongue against your clit. 

You had to blink tears out of your eyes to realize you were gripping Punz’s hips for dear life as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Hi, bunny,” he whispered when he saw recognition in your eyes, shit-eating grin growing wider as Sapnap started fucking you with his tongue, sending moan after moan spilling from your lips. “God, you look so cute like this. Can’t handle it? You just let us know when you want off the ride, bunny.”

Something about the condescending tilt in his voice fueled you, made you want to see him as fucked dumb as you. You yanked on his workout shorts, pulling them down in a single move and almost poking your eye out when you revealed he wasn’t wearing underwear. He simply kept petting your hair with that smug grin as he watched you marvel at his thick cock, standing proud with a leaking red head.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.”

You hadn’t meant to say it, but you were glad you did as Punz’s cheeks turned redder than his tip. He pulled his gaze from yours, hand coming out of your hair to cover his mouth. You didn’t realize you were clenching around Sapnap’s tongue until he pulled it out. “Whatever the fuck you’re doing, she likes it,” he snitched before diving back into your pussy. His words only made Punz burn brighter, and you decided you liked him like this: the big, bad power-forward reverted to a blushing teenager. You took him into your mouth without a second thought, lapping your tongue over his head as you gently coaxed your throat open to take him.

“Fuck, bunny,” he hissed, hips jumping in your hold as he pinned his bangs back with a clenched fist. “You tryna fucking kill me?”

“Do it,” Sam chirped, grinning wide as your eyes landed on his fist pumping his long cock. “We won’t tell,” he promised with a wink, catching a pretty pink lip between his teeth as he dragged his thumb over his leaking slit.

“Fu- aah fuck! Fuck you! Both of you fuckers!” His hand instantly came up to your cheek, cupping it gently. “Not you, bunny, you just keep fucking sucking me like that-”

“I ain’t do shit,” Sapnap called out, pulling off of your pussy with a loud smack of his lips that made you blush. “Man can’t even eat pussy without being accused- mmf!” With a handful of dark curls holding him in place, you parked your cunt squarely on his mouth, grinding down on him with more force than you would’ve ever considered using on such a delicate area, but you were just so close, and he moaned so prettily when you did it, you couldn’t make yourself feel any remorse. He tilted his chin to catch you, tongue working eagerly against your walls, licking his way as deep inside of you as he could. 

You fell forward as you came, Punz falling out of your mouth and forearms catching yourself on the bench as your hips bucked wildly against Sapnap’s face, vulgar moans bouncing off the locker room walls and surely echoing into the rink, but you couldn’t care about that when the most intense orgasm of your life was hitting your body like a tsunami. Your feet on the ground on either side of the bench had been keeping your weight from totally crushing Sapnap’s skull beneath you, but that stopped when your walls started shaking like a nudist in Alaska, clenching down on his tongue as your full weight eased down on his head.

“Fuu-haaa,” you panted out, open palm smacking down on the wood above your head as your orgasm seemed to never end. Sapnap’s grip on your thighs kept you grinding against him even as you swore you couldn’t move a muscle, drinking your cum like nectar. “Can’t- no more!”

Rough hands scooped you up instantly and laid you out on your back, rubbing over your soft stomach that quivered as your nerves lit on fire. “You’re alright, bunny,” Sam cooed with a sunshine-inducing smile that felt completely out of place aimed at your half-nude form. “Sap ate you real good, huh?” He chuckled as you shakily nodded, finally starting to come off your high as he moved to knead your sore thighs. “Yeah, he’s a pussy fiend, ain’t he? Think you got one more in ya, bunny?”

For a brief moment you wanted to say no, but the second you laid eyes on his thick cock smearing pre on his own thigh, you decided maybe you were a cock fiend. You reached down and pulled Sapnap’s jersey up, exposing your still quivering, slick-soaked cunt for his eyes as he devoured the sight. “If you let me walk out of here without getting fucked,” you muttered, pushing past the heat that took over your cheeks, “I’ll never forgive you.”

His lips dipped to catch yours as he bunched the jersey around your waist, adjusting you how he wanted until his weeping tip found your pussy. You could’ve cried at how thick he felt as he breached your entrance- in fact, you might have- as just the first few inches stretched your walls around him, spreading you open like it was your first time again. His breath was hot as he cussed against your lips, hand slapping down on the bench end above your head for leverage and to let you become entranced by the thick muscles of his arm as he strained to have some self-control and not fuck you open like a toy. 

“Fuck, that’s some godly pussy,” he hissed against you, hips pulling back only to snap another two inches into your tight heat. “You better not run back to your little techie after this, bunny- I’d chase your ass down to fuck you again.”

Your lips twitched into a smile against his, rolling your hips to coax another shallow thrust out of him. “Who?”

He laughed, pressing into you until your hips slotted into his. “That’s a good bunny.” The wooden bench audibly strained under his grip before he started fucking you in earnest, picking a hard pace as if he knew you craved the dull pain almost as much as the pleasure. You couldn’t contain the moans that poured out of you as his cock lit up your nerves, brushing along your g-spot and pressing against your walls, forcing them to take him. 

“Sam,”

His hips didn’t falter as he glanced up with a hum that quickly turned into a chuckle. He pressed his lips to your clavicle, nosing your collar aside in search of more skin. “Punz wants to fuck your throat, baby,” he chirped, growling as your walls clenched around him at the promise. “Ooh, she wants it, Punz. I think this cute little bunny likes being fucked like a whore.”

“She was sucking my cock like one a second ago,” you heard above your head. Sam’s hips pressed as tight against you as he could manage, thick cock twitching millimeters from your cervix with one hand gripping the fat of your ass and another supporting your back as he lifted you off the bench. He did his best to stay pressed deep inside you, but his cock still rocked ever so slightly, ever so deliciously against your sensitive walls as he moved you both down the bench until when he set you back down your head fell off the end. Punz grinned down at you as he dropped to his knees, pressing an upside-down kiss to your lips. “There’s my bunny,” he purred, letting out a surprised chuckle as you instantly groped for his cock, wrapping your fingers around him and guiding him to your mouth. “God, the three of us might not be enough for her. We gonna have to call the whole team back to fuck you, bunny?”

You wanted that so badly. You were instantly flooded with thoughts of sitting naked on this very bench every week, legs spread for anyone who decided they needed a little luck before a game. Not only that, but you’d let them dress you in nothing but one of their cum-stained jerseys and put you in the penalty box to make their time a little easier, push you up against the glass to show your ex’s entire team how eager you were for cock when it could actually make you come. You almost told them as much, but as soon as Punz was tucked into your mouth, Sam started fucking you again, and you realized you might not make it through just three of them.

Sam wrapped his hands around your thighs, fingers digging into the fat almost reverently as he hooked your knees over his arms to spread you open, lifting your hips just enough that he stabbed your g-spot with every vicious thrust. “There it is,” he purred as the pitch of your moans changed, muffled around Punz’s thick cock that stretched your lips as he eased his way deeper into your throat until your nose was pressed against his balls. “Reckon I can get two from her and one from you before I come.”

Punz managed to scoff, but it was choked and cracked in the middle as you eagerly praised every new inch of cock that he fed you, nails digging into his thick thighs to keep him from pulling too far away. “If her pussy’s half as good as her mouth, you’re fucked.” Sam merely raised a brow, turning his head to press wet kisses along your calf as his expression remained calm and controlled, the sweat on his brow the only sign your pussy was trying to milk him. “Fuck it- twenty?”

“Bet.” Sam’s grin was downright evil as the hands on your thighs slid up your form, pushing your jersey all the way up to your collarbone, fingers skimming your soft skin like an unspoken prayer. “You’ve got the prettiest tits, bunny.”

Just as you thought you might have actually smothered Sapnap, he leapt off the bench like he’d been shocked, stumbling until he fell to his knees next to you. “No fuckin’ fair,” you heard distantly as Sapnap’s lips fell to the soft swells of fat. Some kisses were soft and wet, others he opened his mouth to suck on the skin and sink his teeth into you ever so gently, just enough to satisfy whatever primal urge had taken him over. Sam’s harsh thrusts didn’t deter him- if anything, he reveled in the way they made your tits jiggle against his face and in his hand as he rushed to give attention to the neglected breast. 

“Only thing the bastard loves more than a juicy pussy,” Sam chuckled, threading his fingers through the other’s brown curls, “is a pair of fat tits.” Sapnap groaned against your skin as Sam yanked on his hair, making a moan fall from your throat and vibrate around Punz’s cock as you realized what Sam was thinking. “What, you need help finding her fucking nipples? Don’t keep bunny waiting!”

“Spoken like someone who hasn’t made her come,” Sapnap scoffed, even as he wrapped his lips around a pebbled bud. His tongue washed over your skin and he sucked like he was hungry, calloused fingers plucking at the other nipple like he was trying to find all the different sounds you could make with Punz’s cock in your throat.

“Fuck, that’s not fair,” Punz hissed, wrapping a thick hand around your neck and groaning as he felt your throat move in time with the shallow thrusts he gave, heavy and thick on your tongue. “‘M gonna come down your throat, bunny, you give me a good smack when you want me off you, yeah?” You heard the smile in his voice as you eagerly nodded, knowing you weren’t going to hit him unless you started seeing spots. 

You’d always dreaded giving your ex head because you thought dick just tasted gross, and he was too rough, but you were quickly becoming addicted to having Punz in your mouth. He tasted clean, but manly, and you didn’t care to analyze what exactly that meant when he was fucking your throat so gently, shallow and steady thrusts that never pulled out more than an inch before he dove back into your wet cavern.

You didn’t bother warning them when you felt the knot in your stomach twisting tighter again, only ground your hips against Sam’s and pulled Punz deeper into your throat. Sapnap’s teeth scraping against your nipple is what tips you over the edge, fluttering walls clenching down on Sam’s cock as he pounded you through it with a deep groan. You felt it coursing through your nerves like a wave that just kept washing over you, and just when you thought your arousal might curb a bit, Punz was pushing as deep as he could get and his cock was jerking in your throat.

“Fuck,” he gasped out as you swallowed around him, throat hugging his cock impossibly more as you drank him down. He forced out a strained chuckle along with a moan as you moaned around him, caused by Sapnap pinching your nipple. “She takes dick like a fucking champ. Fuck the team, you’re ours now, bunny. Our personal puck bunny whore, huh?” His teeth came down on his lip, holding back a smile as you let out another moan, trying to open your throat for him. “Ooh, she likes that.” You whimpered as he pulled away, nails scratching marks into his thighs as you tried to pull him back in, but he was so much stronger than you- which only made you want to suck him off more. “I promise you can suck me off again later, bunny, but I think it’s turnin’ purple.”

Thick fingers wrapped around your throat gently, no more than a soft guidance, and pulled you to lean up as Sapnap pried his mouth off your breast. “Come here, sugar,” he drawled with a lazy grin, the kind you got when you were just happy to be where you were doing what you did. “I can keep that mouth busy.” His lips slanted over yours, slightly chapped but so plush, as his hand switched breasts to tease the nipple he’d been sucking on. His tongue licked over your bottom lip curiously, as if he was wondering if you’d let him in, even as he rolled your nipple between two rough fingers.

Sam’s lips pressed against your collarbone as you let Sapnap invade your mouth with the taste of your cum still on his tongue, mint and strawberries hiding underneath your heavy flavor. “Need you to come one for time for me, bunny,” he murmured against the skin, lips skimming towards your breast. “One more and Punz’s gonna pay for all the cocoa and candy you can eat.”

His lips wrapped around your previously dry nipple as Punz scoffed out a ‘like I wasn’t going to already,’ behind you that made you smile into Sapnap’s mouth, which made him smile back. Sam’s pace changed to something a little softer, a little faster as he worshiped your breast with his tongue. Everything suddenly felt so much softer, to the point that it almost scared you. The way Sapnap’s fingers strummed at your nipple and how Sam’s hips rolled against you was still as deliciously hedonistic as you could ever want from an affair like this, but you identified the flavors on Sapnap’s tongue as gum and strawberry chapstick, and Sam kissed over your breast like he was praising it. You didn’t understand how something as filthy as a spur of the moment foursome in a men's locker room could feel so domestic, but this time as the feeling in your gut swelled, so did the one in your chest.

“Close,” you muttered breathlessly against Sapnap’s lips, trying to pull his tongue deeper to choke on it. Sam hummed against your nipple to signal he heard you, and a fifth hand entered the situation to rub firm circles over your clit. You were rendered silent as you came, gasping into Sapnap’s mouth as Sam carried you through it carefully, leaving your breast and shooing Punz off your clit to not overstimulate you.

“You need me to pull out, bunny,” he asked breathlessly, thick fingers holding desperately onto your thighs to restrain himself until he got an answer. “Fuck, ‘m sorry, baby, I meant to grab a condom-”

“‘M good,” you managed out as Sapnap pressed kiss after kiss to your now swollen lips. “On the pill- mm, Sapnap, please- buy me Plan B.”

“I’d buy you a fucking Challenger to fuck you raw again,” he muttered out, pushing your legs closer to your chest for a better angle to hammer into you as he finally focused on his own pleasure. His hips stuttered against yours as he came, pressing deep inside you as he pumped you full of cum with a deep groan. Sapnap caught your head as it fell back, jaw dropped in a silent moan as the hot feeling seeped into you, warming you from the inside out as his cock jerked inside you. 

Sam panted against the inside of your knee as he came down from his high, letting out a breathy laugh. “I guess I have to give your panties back after all.”

You burst into giggles as Sapnap smacked Sam’s head, the two of them quickly devolving into a slap fight. “Don’t fucking hit each other with bunny literally caught in the middle,” Punz shouted, pressing himself against your back in a motion that was becoming familiar, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pulling you off Sam’s cock, listening intently to your miniscule noises as he dragged against your sensitive insides. He pulled you onto his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch the two fight. It wasn’t until Sapnap put the still half-naked defenceman into a full nelson that a thought occurred to your blissed-out mind.

“Sapnap-” 

He perked up like a puppy, smiling as if he wasn’t trying to choke-out his friend. “Yes, sugar?”

“You didn’t…”

A dark flush spread across his cheeks, hold loosening enough for Sam to break free and pull his pants on. “You don’t gotta worry about me, alright, sug’? I came in my pants when you started riding my face like a bull.” He grinned wide as his words made your face burn almost as much as his, the feeling of Sam’s cum creeping out onto the bench making you burn even brighter. “Oi, what’d you do with her underwear, jackass?”

“I’m getting it, quit your bitching!”

Punz’s lips pressed against the soft spot behind your ear with a hum. “Y’know what this means, bunny?”

“What?”

His lips curled into a grin as Sam held up your panties like a trophy. “I think we owe you a hot chocolate.”

#angymouse #puckbunny #squeakin #mcyt smut #smut #sapsqueaks #punnysqueaks #awesamsqueaks

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How to Become A Puck Bunny Masterlist

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Chapter One (nsfw, Sapnap, Sam, Punz)

Chapter Two (nsfw, Sapnap, Sam, Punz)

Chapter Three (sfw, Punz)

Chapter Four (sfw, Sapnap)

Chapter Five (sfw, Awesamdude)

Chapter Six (Finale)

#masterlist #angymouse #mcytsmut #sapsqueaks #awesamsqueaks #punnysqueaks #mcyt smut

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A Day in The Life of A Live-In Whore Vol. 2

second verse, same as the first-

lowkey building 'screenshots' of readers twitter to post

&lt;Pev

Baby Reveal

Realistically, it was only a matter of time before one of the boys let something slip on camera. And, realistically, it was definitely going to be George.

He instinctively turned towards the movement in the corner of his eye, lighting up when he saw you peeking through the doorway. “Hey, luv,” he purred without a thought.

“You’re not streaming?”

Your words hit like a sack of bricks as he slowly turned back towards his monitor. A couple of hundred thousand people were typing at light speed. “... Fuck.”

With the cat out of the bag, you reached your arm into the frame to smack him upside the head. “Fucking dumbass.”

It’s a Muscle

You stared at him, jaw dropped. “What?”

Dream laughed at your expression. “It’s a muscle, just like all the others I work out to make bigger.”

“...What?”

Your eyes snapped instinctively to the movement in the corner of your vision, missing Dream’s cocky smirk as he made his dick jump in his sweats again.

“...WHAT?!"

Butts

"You got a cute butt, y'know that?"

You glanced back over your shoulder, seeing Sapnap watching you dig through the cupboard- correction, he was watching your ass- with a dreamy expression. 

"Thanks?"

He hummed appreciatively, giving an innocent smile that made you trust him enough to turn back to your search for the Tupperware.

Crrrrack!

"I knew it!" You shot up, clutching your ass as he ran away giggling. "You get back here so I can kill you right now!"

"I couldn't resist, sugar! You can't stay mad at me forever, 'cause I put the Tupperware on the top shelf!"

"Damn you tall bastards!"

Twitter Trouble

“They’ve seen her arm during my stream, you both have mentioned her- I don’t think it’d be a big deal to say, ‘by the way, same girlfriend.’”

“No way, dude, Dream’s fans are fucking psycho, I’m not putting our girl through that.”

“Hey, they’re not all psycho.”

“Great argument, you’re really selling me on this.”

You were getting tired of the debating extremely quickly. George was sick of having to walk on eggshells, Dream was used to hiding everything about himself from the internet, and Sapnap was stuck between ‘protect baby’ and ‘I wanna post my damn girlfriend.’ So, you raised your hand from where you were laying on the couch, waving it until you got their attention.

“Maybe this is a good time to mention half my twitter is vague-posting about our relationship and the dumb shit we do. I can just start using names. If it goes over well, you confirm it. If it doesn’t, you get to make a video reading hater messages and shitting on them- I know you love that, Dream.”

“... It’s true, I do love shitting on haters.”

The Horror

"Oh my god!"

"It's disgusting,"

"There oughta be a law."

You huffed, glaring at all three of your boys as they crowded around your laptop. "If I knew you were going to judge me this much, I would have just paid someone to fix it."

"How many fucking tabs-"

"What's with the 'ninety-nine plus' in your inbox?!"

"No wonder it's so slow, you haven't updated the system in years!"

You rolled your eyes with a groan just as George raised his hands. "Boys, let's not go crazy here. I think I have a solution." You'd hardly opened your mouth to thank him before he flipped the computer over and popped out the battery. "This can be saved. Sapnap, trash the rest. Dream, buy baby a new one."

"You guys are dicks."

Football Season

You looked between the TikTok open on your phone and Dream, who was standing to get a better view of the game (and they call you the weird one?). You waited until it seemed like nothing important was happening to lay the bait.

"I'm taking the chargers money line and under at fifty-four points, what do you think?"

"I think I'm taking my ass to jail after killing whoever the fuck taught you that."

Your poker face broke the second he whipped around, cackling as he marched past you to get his coat. "Dream, no- babe, it's a TikTok!"

"I know damn well you don't watch football, let alone football TikTok. Sapnap, let's go! We're killing baby's other man!"

"Oh my god, I don't have-" Sapnap cut you off as he came bounding down the stairs.

"About time! George has had it too good for too long!"

"How did things go so wrong so fast?!"

Towel Trouble

"Whatcha got there, baby?"

You remained oblivious to the poison in Dream's voice as you spun around, modeling the thick material obscuring your figure. "It's called a bath sheet! Isn't it great? Now my ass isn't hanging out after my shower. George got it for me!"

All three boys mumbled out compliments as you found what you'd come in the room for, but the second you were out of earshot, the massacre began.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Nice going, jackass."

"I'm about to go 1776 on your ass."

"Next thing you know, he's going to get her full-length skirts, too."

"You enjoy covering her up, you sick pervert?"

George stared blankly as the two took turns throwing insults, taking a long sip of his drink. "You two done yet?"

"Suck me off."

"If it'll get you to listen for a second." He gave them a sick smile, exactly like a villain cornering the hero. "Baby now feels comfortable wearing nothing but a towel. Baby does not feel comfortable in a bra. Which means she has a reason to delay getting dressed. Which means I just made our girl happy and gave her an excuse to lounge around practically naked."

"... I never doubted you for a second, Gogy."

"You know, I think we should've never left England in the first place."

"You're both cocksuckers."

TwitchCon

“I’d like to introduce our special guest,” Dream announced as their eighteen-plus panel began. He stood from his chair, dramatically waving to the side of the stage that disappeared into the performer’s area. “You know her! You love her! Half of you wanna fuck her, don’t think we don’t see the comments! It’s Babyyyyy!”

The crowd roared as you came out, dodging all three boys’ attempts to steal a kiss as you found your seat, picking up your microphone.

“I left the food court for this, so make it good.”

#angymouse #minors dni #squeakin #mcyt smut #sapsqueaks #dresqueaks #gogysqueaks #liveinwhore

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Oke :)

Could u write a cc!sapnap x afab!reader period sex fic where she gets horny and emotional and after sapnap is done streaming he comes into their shared room and gives them soft period sex w lots of love and praising and cute petnames<33

“Don’t get me going.”

The weak mumble had your boyfriend giggling against your lips, pulling back barely an inch. “Why,” Sap hummed, leaning in for another soft kiss between words. “I like to think I’m- mmm- very good at getting you going.”

“You are,” you managed out between kisses, fingers clutching at his shirt but not having the willpower to push him away. “That’s the problem- mmmhmhm, Sapnap-” If he couldn’t feel your smile against his lips, he could hear it in your voice, making him giggle as he moved to your jawline. “I’m already feeling hot-”

“You’re always hot, sugar,”

“Hot and bothered,” you couldn’t help but laugh, lightly smacking his chest. “Come on, I’m not in the mood to get left hanging.”

He pried his lips off you, resting his chin perfectly in your cleavage. “Darlin’,” he hummed, brows furrowed in concern, “have I been leaving you hanging?”

“No, no- god no- I-” you let out a short huff of a sigh, bringing your hands up to toy with the ends of his hair. “I’m just on my period.”

“So?”

You blinked. “Well, I can’t exactly have sex during it.”

“Why not?”

Yes, why not? “... Well- isn’t it kinda gross?”

He shrugged. “I’ve seen blood before.”

“... But it’s messy-”

“Messy,” he cackled, hands on your waist giving teasing pinches. “Maybe the waterproof blanket was too subtle- we’re not exactly neat under normal circumstances, baby.” He laughed even harder as you jerked your knee up to shove him off of you, swatting at his chest as he settled on his back next to you. “Abuse! Call my lawyer! I’m being attacked!”

“You’re an ass,” you accused with a bratty pout, leaning over him just slightly. 

“Oh, I know, sugar,” he hummed. Your eyelashes fluttered of their own accord as his broad hand came up to cradle your cheek, fingers reaching the back of your head as his thumb played with your bottom lip. “I’m so mean to you, huh?” Sapnap’s boyish grin stretched across his face as you kissed his thumb. “But my sweet-as-sugar darlin’ still loves me, don’t she?”

You nodded softly, already feeling those dreaded tears budding up. “Love you,” you sniffled.

He brought your lips gently down to his, kissing his way into your mouth with a smile as he pulled you down to lay on his chest. “Can I get you going, baby?” You whimpered at the innocent way he said it, as if he didn’t have to pull his tongue out of your throat to ask. “Can I take care of my girl? Hm?” You nodded against him, trying to press closer as you felt his warmth creeping into your skin through your clothes. He smiled as he brushed his nose against yours, reaching up to pet over your stomach. “That’s a good girl. Come here, I think a few times coming on my fingers can do those cramps some good.”

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Chapter 6: One Boytoy, Two Boytoy

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“Your Majesty, I- what the fuck are you doing?”

You blinked in surprise at Sean’s sudden appearance, smiling as if you weren’t wrestling Rosanna for a whisk to lick clean of frosting. “Nothing,” you chirped, still trying to reach around her as she tried to knock you away with devastating hip checks.

“... Never mind, we don’t have time. U.N.E. Here. Now.”

“Fuck,” you gasped, dashing out the door (but not without dipping a spoon into the frosting first). “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, they aren’t supposed to be here for another hour!” You jammed the spoon into your mouth as you speed walked, Sean’s long legs easily keeping pace.

“You know those three- I’m sure Bad will apologize profusely for being late because he wanted to be three hours early.”

You grunted around your spoon. “It was great when I was a child and he’d let me ride on his shoulders for hours- now I know how my father must have felt. I still have to double-check the seating, discuss the itinerary with the musicians-”

“I’ll take care of the musicians,” he offered, undoing the knot of your apron as you walked. “Gentle playing during the signing, fast-paced directly after to celebrate, then soft during the meal, right?”

“Yes, but the seating-”

Sean pulled you to a stop in front of the door, plucking the spoon from your mouth and the apron from around your neck, making sure your gown was still pristine. “There’s plenty of time to finalize that, just focus on your guests for now so the contracts actually get signed.”

“Right as always,” you chuckled, feeling him lift a huge weight off your shoulders as you exchanged a hearty high-five.

“Wapush! Go get ‘em, lass- Your Majesty!”

“Your Irish almost came out there,” you teased as he walked off, flipping you off behind his back. You straightened out your gown one more time before nodding to the maid waiting for you. You walked in as casually as possible as she announced you. “Terribly sorry for the wait, I’m sure you understand how busy-” Suddenly the chandelier was grazing the top of your head.

“My precious little muffin! Look at you, all grown up! Oh, when did that happen, huh? I remember when you were just ankle high with your cute little pigtails-”

“Nice to see you, too, Bad,” you wheezed as he swung you around, legs dangling and lungs constricted under his tight grip.

“Uh, she has to breathe, you know.”

“Oh!” He hastily set you on your feet, holding your hands gently in his much larger ones to make sure you were steady as you tried to catch your breath as subtly as possible to not upset him- you were sure he’d never forgive himself if he thought he hurt you. “I’m sorry, dear, are you alright?”

“You practically strangled her in her first year on the throne-”

“I’m fine,” you assured, casting Skeppy a joking glare as you squeezed Bad’s hands in yours. “You shouldn’t antagonize him so much, you know how he worries.”

“Oh, you and Skeppy are so mean,” Bad huffed, but quickly got over it as he seemed to realize something. He let go of you and stepped aside to join his husband, revealing Prince Sapnap in all his socially awkward glory. In many ways he was exactly as you remembered- the unruly hair and the warm eyes that felt like a cozy evening by the fire when you looked into them- but, much as it pained you to admit it, he was clearly a much different boy- a different man than you’d last seen.

“Your Highness,” you greeted cordially, holding your hand out to be kissed.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted back, one hand coming from behind his back to hold yours as he pressed his lips firmly to the back before straightening up again, but he didn’t let you go. His hand was as warm as a bonfire, but it was a comforting heat, and you found it somehow complimented his slightly calloused fingers that clung to yours.

A wide grin broke through your facade of formality, gripping his hand and using it to pull him into your arms. It felt like hugging a wall, practically smothering your cheek between his pecs just to get your arms around him. “It’s been forever,” you laughed, faltering when your arm hit something hard and bulky behind his back. “Hmm? What’s that?”

“O-Oh, uh, well, I wasn’t sure what to bring for your gift-”

Ah, yes, the gift. It was custom for the concubine’s father to present the Emperor with a gift for taking in his daughter- typically land or horses or some other flaunt of wealth. But you had no interest in that sort of thing, you wrote when you sent out the acceptance letters. You asked for a gift from the men you were welcoming into your home for the foreseeable future- something with more meaning behind it.

“-I know you always wanted a pet, so I just thought… Well, anyway, uh, here,” he trailed off, face turning red as he took a step back, holding the carrier between you. “He’s from last season’s clutch, so he’s already got some basic training, but he’s still young, so you can name him and teach him new things and-”

You felt your heart flutter as a little flat head poked out of one of the holes in the carrier, forked tongue poking out as you studied each other. “Oh, Sapnap, he’s precious,” you cooed, rubbing the top of his head with your finger and watching him preen. “I can’t believe you remembered! He’s just the prettiest color, too,”

His nerves visibly lightened on his face, mouth curling into a smile as he watched you play with the baby dragon. “Of course I remembered, you only asked for one every birthday and Solstice.”

“You’re just too sweet,” you decided, cupping his cheek and leaning on your toes to kiss the other. You giggled as his face started burning red again, and he held the carrier up higher to block your view. 

“Well- uh- ahem- maybe I could help you take care of him sometime- since I’m going to be, uh, staying here-”

“Ahem,” you heard, making you jump before glancing over Sapnap’s shoulder to find your head of security at the door. “Announcing the arrival of King Taken and Prince Dream of Selgia,” Mark bellowed before stepping aside to let them in.

Sapnap whipped back around to face you, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “You accepted Dream?”

“Of course I did,” you muttered back, “I’ve planned for at least four years of reign before starting a war.” You politely excused yourself, Bad happily waving you off to take your place talking to his son as you approached the Selgia royals.

“It’s His Majesty Taken and His Highness Dream- do get it right next time, young man, or I’ll see to it your job goes to someone who knows respect-”

“King Taken,” you greeted, feeling your genuine smile from reuniting with your old friends fade away into a political one. “I do hope you aren’t trying to intimidate my staff. Mr. Iplier has dealt with far more frightening threats than any of us can imagine, and without a scratch to be seen. I wouldn’t dream of replacing him.” Mark smiled with his chest puffed in pride as the foreign king tried to regain his composure.

“Of course, Emperor, I merely- well, I only meant-”

“Do forgive my father,” Prince Dream interrupted, stepping forward and taking one of your hands in both of his. “I’m afraid being away from home always puts him in a sour mood. But if I may say, Your Majesty, your photos simply don’t do you justice- you are absolutely breathtaking.”

You hated him. His eyes were cold, his smile so clearly painted on, and every word out of his mouth was a politically smart lie. If Sapnap was a warm evening by the fire, Dream was a cold knife inches from your throat. 

“And you, charming,” you accepted as he laid a kiss on the back of your hand- you didn’t need to like him, you just needed to prevent another war. “I’m glad you both were able to come. It will be good to show the people that there is no ill will between us.”

“Speaking of,” Dream hummed, showing off a velvet black jewelry box. “For you, Your Majesty, as thanks for welcoming me into your home.” He opened it, presenting you with a pretty pale pink heart-shaped stone in a gold ivy setting on a matching chain. “An alma stone pendant, enchanted by our royal sorceress for luck and prosperity.”

It was a gorgeous stone and a beautiful necklace. It was a kind gesture. It was pathetically perfunctory. You supposed you should expect nothing more from someone you’ve never met, let alone someone who would have benefitted from your death mere months ago, but after Sapnap’s thoughtful gift… No, you criticized yourself, this whole thing was strictly business, and you wouldn’t allow yourself to forget that a second time.

“How lovely,” you mused politely. “Would you put it on for me?” With the chaos of arranging this event, you could use a little luck.

“It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty.”

With your hair put up neatly, you simply folded your hands, letting him circle around you to clasp the chain around your throat. Everything about Dream unnerved you, from his perfect posture to the practically clinical way he put the necklace on you. He was the handsome, obedient, smart, and charming son every ruler hoped for. The only problem was that son didn’t exist. Whether it was a sour personality, a penchant for women, or an addiction of some kind, Dream was lying about his true personality to please either you or his parents- and you despised liars.

“Thank you,” you said anyway as the cold metal settled around your throat.

“Of course,” he purred. His hands rested on your shoulders as he leaned down, breath fanning over your ear. His touch was as cold and unyielding as the stone on your clavicle. "Perhaps this evening-"

"Dame Minx of the Royal Guard!"

You looked past King Taken, red-faced as he prepared another tangent against the security officer, no doubt, and watched Minx glare at the shorter man.

"With all the screaming you do, I pity your girlfriend," she muttered disdainfully. You hid a snicker as he responded by lifting his small horn and giving a short toot right in her ear. She recovered quickly, though- she was always amazing at keeping a facade of professionalism. "Majesty, you're being asked for in the dining hall." 

"I'm sure it's nothing someone else can't take care of," the king interrupted sharply- you sure weren't looking forward to visiting Selgia any time soon if this is how he acted as a guest. "Can't you see Her Majesty is busy? Why, if-"

"It's quite alright," you rushed to soothe him. You offered both Selgia men your hands, which they accepted, tucking them into the crooks of their elbows as they let you guide them to join the others at the other end of the hall. "I prefer to do the final check on everything myself, so I told them to send for me." It was only partially a lie, but you were sure Minx had a good reason for fetching you- especially after she oh so cruelly abandoned you this morning to prepare with the rest of the guard. "Mark, will you call someone-"

"Right here, Your Majesty."

You jumped at the sudden appearance of the maid just a few feet away, trying to recover as Dream's chuckling made you realize you'd clung to him in shock. "Ah- yes, thank you, Lizzy," you managed as you released both men, turning to address all five foreign nobles. "Lizzy will take you to the study so you can relax after your long trip and prepare for the feast. Lizzy, please get them a contract copy to look over. After, please take…" you frowned as you blanked on a name. "I'll name him later, but please take that little cutie from Sapnap and bring him to my chambers."

"Please don't call a dragon 'cutie,'” Sapnap joked, barely above a mutter as he no doubt pushed through his social anxiety to try and be funny. "You'll emasculate him."

You let a grin stretch on your lips. "I'm going to name him something ridiculously cute like Mr. Sniffles, and you can't stop me." 

"How dastardly," 

You allowed yourself a short giggle as he let Lizzy take the carrier before painting back on your air of pleasant formality. "Well then, I look forward to seeing you all this evening," you dismissed, taking Minx's offered arm and letting her lead you into the hall. “So, what’s going wrong this time?”

“What if I told you I pulled you away just because I missed you?”

“You shouldn’t lie to your emperor, it’s unbecoming.”

“You wound me.” She sighed when you continued staring at her, waiting for an answer. “Captain scolded me for trying to help secure the perimeter instead of returning to you… and I really didn’t want to listen to old men and sleazy princes try to woo you.”

“Ooh, jealous much?”

“Don’t even.”

You laughed at that, letting go of her arm to get a few steps in front of her, turning around to face her as you walked backwards. “Awww, you know you’ll always be my favorite, Minx!”

“I hope you trip.”

“If I did, you would catch me because you looove me!”

“I don’t,”

“You do!”

“Lies and slander,”

You laughed again, a grin stretching across your lips as your mind raced to think of something to continue the banter, but it went away as you bumped into something. Your breath hitched as you started to fall, cursing your extremely fashionable but equally unstable shoes as you plummeted to the ground. What a tragic way to go, you mused.

“You’re such a klutz,” Minx huffed, snapping one arm around your waist as the other snatched the gaudy vase before it hit the ground.

“I knew you loved me,” you swooned, grinning as she pulled you into her chest. “You loooove me!”

“I should have let you drop,” she huffed. She let you cuddle into her chest piece as she put the vase back on its pedestal. “Should have let that drop, too, gods, that thing’s ugly.”

“Hideous,” you agreed. “But my mother loved it and daddy could never say no to her.”

“You got that from her at least.” You looked up at her with a hum, eyes fluttering shut to receive the soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re impossible to say no to.”

You laughed, bumping your nose to hers. “It’s because I’m so cute, isn’t it?”

“You’re pushing it, kid.”

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Baby's Day

In the first set of rules your little relationship discussed was a very important one. In a relationship with three dominant-leaning men, at least once a month, for a whole day they all did whatever you wanted.

“I got your milkshake, darling!”

You beamed up at George, pulling him in for a sweet thank you kiss as he sat next to you- he couldn’t expect his precious little dear to hold that big glass, he’d hold it for you to sip while you watched your show. He gazed at you so adoringly as you took a long sip of the creamy drink- your cute little noises of delight made his aching balls worth it. It took quite a bit of work to get the amount of ‘milk’ the recipe called for but he wasn’t about to deny their baby on your special day.

Sapnap whimpered as your attention returned to your show and you resumed your lazy bouncing on his lap. George resisted the urge to laugh at the poor soul- if he wasn’t careful he’d upset you and his punishment might be taking the texan’s place. When you said you wanted to sit on someone’s lap and cockwarm them while you watched TV, Dream had been the one to eagerly volunteer. He loved cockwarming with you while he edited so this would be no different, right?

To his surprise you knelt on either side of his thighs instead of sitting on his lap the way you usually did. You rocked, gently bounced, and ground against him- you were so thrilled, you could finally binge your show without getting distracted by your anxious energy! You were sending Dream into orgasm after orgasm, but he assured you he could handle it. As long as his lovely doll wanted to bounce on his cock and get filled with his cum that’s what would happen.

Of course, that was during episode one. Around episode five Sapnap walked in and burst out laughing. “Aw, can someone not handle our little darlin’? Come on, Dream, you’re supposed to fuck our baby dumb, it looks like you’re the one fucked stupid!”

Dream didn’t respond- he didn’t think he physically could. He’d been coming dry for two episodes, your tight walls stealing his cum faster than his body could make it for you. He’d have to work on that, he decided later. After all you were sweet enough to let them train your body to practically come on command, the least he could do is the same.

You pouted up at Sapnap in Dream’s stead, eyes narrowed at him. “You shouldn’t make fun of your friend when you do the same thing, Sap!”

“Wha- now, come on, sugar-”

You snapped your fingers at him and pointed at the couch cushion. “Sit.” He obeyed without a thought (you made a note of that. You’d look into buying him a collar and leash- he’d make such a pretty puppy) and you stood up off Dream’s lap. Poor Dream let out a whimper- something rarely pulled from him- as you moved off his red, throbbing, spent cock. The cool air stung the sensitive skin but he didn’t even have enough sense left in him to complain or find his sweatpants. Both boys were left hypnotized as they watched Dream’s cum slowly dribble out of you as you crawled onto Sapnap’s lap. He realized what was happening and eagerly shoved his pants down, giving his cock a few swift pumps before you sank down onto him. He’d show Dream how a real man took care of their baby, he decided.

Look at him now, George mused. You didn’t want to bother fast-forwarding through the intro, recap, and credits for each episode, so instead you focused on bouncing and grinding while they played, giggling evilly at every desperate noise that escaped Sapnap’s throat. “Fuck- please, baby- aaah, I’m fucking empty, sugar!”

You huffed, bringing his hands up and guiding him to rub your nipples over your sleepshirt that you’d never changed out of. “Don’t be a baby, Sap. What happened to fucking me dumb, huh? Dream never complained the whole time he was in me, are you admitting he’s better than you? And look at Georgie, see that big glass he filled just so I could have a treat? You really can’t handle a little riding?”

George grinned smugly as Sapnap whined, stomping his foot and throwing his head back as he tried to contain himself. “Come on, Sap,” George cooed. “If you’re not going to call a color then you can’t complain: it’s baby’s day, so our darling gets whatever our darling wants.”

#angymouse #squeakin #liveinwhore #sapsqueaks #dresqueaks #gogysqueaks #mcyt smut

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i need you to continue that getting comfy fic with all of them whenever you can for me pretty girl

-mommy🍓

yes mommy, anything for you mommy, is 1600 words enough mommy? ...I love you but I didn't need to develop another kink >.> then again I got daddy and stepcest so really why not collect the whole set /j

Also thank dreamxd I always que shit instead of immedietly posting bc I almost forgot @gnfof asked me to tag them in this series so... ELLE COME GETCHO FOOD (ps im sorry George's part is short but being the live in whore for minecraft streamers: fine. George waking up in the morning: unrealistic)

You felt yourself slowly pulling out of unconsciousness, a groan at being disturbed turning into a gasp as something dragged against your folds. You slowly began to make sense of your surroundings, blinking away the sleep in your eyes. You realized those breathy moans in your ear belonged to Sapnap as he humped you, working his cock between your thighs. “Mmm, Sap?”

He let out a gasp at your voice, hips stuttering against you before resuming harder and faster. “‘M sorry, darlin’, I didn’t mean to wake you. Jus- nnng- just wanted to feel you.”

You whimpered as he dragged through your folds, nothing but the thin fabric of your underwear between him and your clit as he grinded against you. “I told you you could use me while I’m asleep,” you reminded him breathlessly.

“I know,” he mumbled shyly, a strange emotion to hear as he fucked your thighs. “But I didn’t want to wake you. I just needed a little something to take the edge off, I promise I’ll be done soon, baby.” You gave a slight mumble of something unintelligible and nodded, enjoying the soft pleasure as he continued to grind against your clothed pussy.

“Wan’ it inside,” you mumbled into your pillow, smiling with contained laughter as his hips stuttered- as if he didn’t fill you up with his cum at least once a day. “You know the rules, Sap, no wasting cum.”

He let out a shaky breath, nodding against your neck. “Alright, darlin’, alright.” He obediently pulled your panties to the side, groaning as he made contact with your bare folds. He continued to thrust against you rather than inside, making you let out a breathless moan as you felt the friction directly on your clit. He laid sloppy kisses all over your neck as he worked you up, and just when you thought he was going to make you come he slipped the head of his cock inside you, moaning against your neck as he painted your walls white with his seed. You whimpered as he moaned, plunging his cock into you just twice to push his cum farther inside before he pulled out. “Fuck, darlin’,” he sighed, settling back into his pillow just in time to hear a knock on his door. “Fuck off!”

“I’m not here for you, bitch,” Dream declared, opening the door anyway and making grabby hands for you. “Come here, sweet thing, let’s take a shower together,” he cooed, scooping you into his arms once you gave him a nod of permission.

“Stealing my girl,” Sapnap mumbled out in false disappointment. “Jokes on you I already came in ‘er.”

Dream hurried to tilt your hips up, catching the drop that threatened to drip onto the carpet and pushing it back inside you. “Fuck you,” he scoffed, carrying you off to the bathroom. “I already got you some clothes, baby,” he muttered to you, stepping under the shower head and letting the warm water wash down on you. “Such a spoiled little thing,” he cooed. “Getting to come first thing in the morning.”

“Didn’t come,” you mumbled into his neck. You heard him let out a noise that screamed ‘disappointed but not surprised’ and weakly tapped your fist to his chest. “Not his fault- we were tired. You know how desperate Sap gets in the mornings.”

He let out a grumble of acceptance at your excuse, adjusting you to be upright. “Still, you know the rules, baby, our sweet girl comes just as much as we do unless you’re being punished. Come on, up,” he chirped, pressing your back against the cool tile and lifting you up until he could pull your legs over his shoulders. “There we go,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around your clit and plunging two fingers into you. He hummed in annoyance as the taste of Sapnap’s precum tainted his tongue, but licked away anyways- hopefully he’d pass that flavor soon and get to the tasty center that is your clit. He muffled a wheeze as his brain provided the thought, ‘how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?’ and turned his head to bite down on your thigh to hold back his laughter.

Luckily it worked and as his fingers explored your insides (secretly trying to scoop out some of Sapnap’s cum to send it down the drain) you started approaching your orgasm once again. “There we go, baby, go over that edge for me,” he mumbled, taking your clit back into his mouth for a few harsh sucks. You moaned and used the hand threaded through his wet hair to hold him close as you came, feeling his fingers fuck you through it. “Good girl,” he purred as you came down from your high, pulling his fingers out to lower you down his body until your legs were wrapped around his hips. “I think you can handle one more, can’t you, baby?” At your nod he gave you a sweet kiss as he sheathed his cock into you, starting a lazy rhythm that fit the morning perfectly.

“My baby always takes me so well, don’t you? Always so eager for my cock.” He giggled as you only had the sense to moan and nod in agreement. “Such a good girl for me,” he purred, whispering more praising words into your ear as you lazily chased your orgasms with each other.

When he reached down to thumb your clit you whimpered against his neck. “Dream, ‘m close…”

“I am, too,” he promised breathlessly. “You think you can come for me, baby? Come around my cock so I can fill you up, alright?” You nodded against him, getting a murmur of ‘good girl’ as you rocked your hips against him. You let out a whiney moan as you reached your peak once again, feeling him tumble down it behind you as his hips stuttered and pushed in as far as he could to properly fill you with his cum. You enjoyed his embrace for another minute as you both waited for your breathing to settle down before Dream tapped your hip and slowly placed you back on your feet. “I gotcha, baby,” he cooed as your legs wobbled, keeping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest as he grabbed your shampoo. “Come on, let’s clean you up.”

You loved showers with Dream. As the most bdsm-knowledgeable of your group (well, maybe George had him beat but his knowledge came from experiences: Dream’s came from research) he prided himself on his aftercare almost more than his ability to wreck you in the first place. You loved being able to just rest against him as he dutifully scrubbed you clean, knowing he needed to do this to not have a drop. That was terrible, the one time you’d refused aftercare from him and he dropped so hard. The three of you spent almost an hour consoling him, reassuring him that you were fine and you only didn’t want the cream because you knew it would sting on your ropeburns. He ended up falling asleep completely wrapped around you, trying to shield you- if he couldn’t fix it, he decided he’d protect you from any more. At least, that’s what you’d figured his subconscious had decided.

You felt like you’d woken up all over again as Dream opened the shower curtain and you were attacked by the frigid air. “Aw, I know, baby, I know,” he giggled unsympathetically as he dried you both off. “Come on, put this on and warm up,” he told you, helping you into one of his shirts and a pair of panties. You patiently sat on the sink counter as he threw on boxers and a pair of sweats, giggling as he dramatically scooped you into his arms and carried you out.

“Mmm, I smell crepes,” you hummed as your trusty steed carried you into the kitchen/dining area.

“They’re pancakes,” George insisted from the stove, not even looking up from his work.

Dream scoffed. “Shut the fuck up, George, they’re crepes and you know it!”

“Just because they don’t look the same as American pancakes-”

“Can we not have this argument again this early in the morning,” Sapnap grumbled as he stumbled in still half-asleep. He must have gone back to bed while you and Dream showered, you figured. You puckered your lips at him and he seemed to come out of his zombie-like state at least a little bit, smiling and giving you your morning kiss. “Morning again, darlin’,” he giggled, stumbling to take his seat at the table.

Dream huffed. “Whatever. George, you want her for breakfast or should I hand her back to Sapnap?”

George eagerly finished plating the stack of totally-legit-pancakes and set them on the table that was already set with silverware, plates, and toppings, taking his seat and making grabby hands for you. “Yes, give me my girl,” he cheered, giggling as you also made grabby hands for him. Dream set you on the brit’s lap facing the table, taking his own seat as George got you situated. “Come on down, luv,” he chirped as you felt his tip find your entrance. You sank down until you were seated fully on his lap, both of you practically purring as he filled you up. “There’s my good little cockwarmer. Did the boys make sure you were filled while I slept in,” he hummed, one arm around your waist as the other served you both.

You eagerly nodded, leaning back to give his cheek a bunny kiss. “They did, Georgie, they filled me so well. And we’re tied.”

He hummed in approval at the knowledge that they hadn’t let your orgasms fall behind their own. “Good,” he muttered, scooping up some whipped cream on his finger and slipping it past your lips, grinning as you sucked the digit clean. “We can’t have our precious little whore feeling neglected, can we?”

#angymouse #squeakin #mcyt smut #liveinwhore #dresqueaks #sapsqueaks #gogysqueaks #mommyanon #mommy anon #minors dni

[angy-mouse]

brooo i need more shy inexperienced sapnap wanting so badly to ruin y/n and be rough 😩😩

corruption kink go brrr. Also there ended up being some like minor religion kink/play/idk what to call it- for some reason. It's just Sapnap's thoughts comparing you to an angel and wanting to soil your purity so nothing major but if that's triggering to you this is not the fic for you

“Fuuuck, darlin’ just like that,” Sapnap breathed out, cursing under his breath as he guided you slowly onto his cock. You relished in the whimpering moans he let out as your wet heat wrapped around him all the way to the base, grinding your hips down against him to hear more. He tried to stifle a groan, gripping your hips to hold you still. “Fucking god- so fucking tight,” he babbled, burying his face in your neck. You kept one arm wrapped around his shoulders and used the other to run your fingers through his soft hair as you started a slow pace of riding him.

“Does it feel good, baby,” you purred in his ear, listening to him moan in response. “You feel so big inside me, filling me up so well.”

Sapnap was sure this was heaven on earth. You were an angel, blessing him with pleasure he would never find again, he told himself, trying to smother the voice in the back of his head. Take control, it whispered. Fuck her within an inch of her life. Make her come so hard she sees god. If she’s an angel, be the devil that shows her sin and drag her down to hell with you.

“Wanna fuck you, sugar,” he shyly mumbled into your neck, making you tilt your head at him. You’d happily offered to take the lead when he’d mumbled with ruby red cheeks that he didn’t have that much experience and he seemed perfectly content to let you ride him until neither of you could feel your legs. The stutter in your pace seemed to only make the voice in his head louder. So selfish, making her do all the work. The poor thing’s legs are probably sore- if you were fucking her right she wouldn’t be able to ride you. You call yourself a man? A real man shows his woman more pleasure than she could ever fathom and she should never lift a finger. Don’t you want to see her crumble under the pleasure? Watch her cry because it feels so good? Watch your precious angel fall from grace?

He thrust his hips up to meet you as you came down, delighting in the sharp moan it stole from your throat. He found a pace to match yours and soon his cock was tapping your cervix with every thrust, lighting up your nerves with a sharp pleasure. Your moans turned into whines as you let your top half slump against him, tucking your face into his neck as your legs started to tremble.

Your legs were shaking. He was making your legs shake. Sapnap swore he’d be coming to this memory every time he touches himself in the foreseeable future. The thought that an action so small could make you lose control of your body. He could feel, through the mind-wiping pleasure of your tight, wet heat squeezing him like a vice that he never wanted to leave, his head making contact with your cervix and thought he might come on the spot.

You yelped in shock as he flipped you onto your back, but it was lost in your moans as he pounded into you at a much harsher pace than the other position allowed him. “Can you feel me filling you up, darlin’,” he whispered reverently, a prayer to you and your body as his lips skimmed over your collarbone. “Fuck, I can. I’m taking every inch of your pussy, baby. I wanna make you come- show me how?” You nodded through your building orgasm, blindly scrambling for his hand and guiding it to your clit. He used his thumb to gently rub it, eyes wide as he watched the effect it had on you. “Just like that,” he muttered, letting out a breathless moan to match yours as he felt you come on his cock, your body trying to coax him into coming with you.

He fucked you through your orgasm, feeling his own fast approaching but knowing in the depths of his mind and heart that he needed you to come at the same time. He needed to feel you milk his cock for his cum. He needed to soil his perfect angel. “One more, precious. I just wanna feel you come again. I promise I’m gonna take such good care of you, sugar, but first I gotta ruin you.”

#angymouse #squeakin #sapsqueaks #mcyt smut #minors dni

[angy-mouse]

I’m now so curious about what will happen if reader doesn’t cum the same amount of times as everyone else. Like at the end of the day it hits them reader has barely came would they woke them to that number?

Basically, yeah! It's not really explained in this (bc I couldn't make it work- why explain something to each other that they all know and have discussed before establishing their relationship) but if they realize the 'score' is in their favor, meaning they've come more than reader, it's their duty to bring reader up to at least a tie before they go to sleep. And if they don't realize it before then each one of them who let their score be higher than yours have to catch you up, plus one penalty orgasm, before they can come or fuck you.

“Where are they,” George muttered to himself as he and Sapnap finished putting away the groceries from their late-night convienence store run. Usually whoever stayed home from the shopping trip would make sure to help unload the bags but you and Dream were nowhere to be found.

“I think Dream was gonna edit that new video,” Sapnap hummed, the two of them setting out for Dream’s office. They peeked in the open door, smiling at the sight of Dream working away with you peacefully sleeping on his lap, slumped against his chest with your face tucked into his neck. It would’ve been a picture-perfect instagram post if Dream wasn’t clearly balls deep in your cunt.

Dream saw them and slid his headphones off, pressing a finger to his lips and rubbing your back. “Baby’s sleeping,” he whispered.

“I see that,” George cooed, brushing back a piece of your hair so he could easier admire your sleeping face. “She kept you warm while you worked, huh?”

Dream gave an affirmative hum, saving the file and shutting everything down. “She let me edge her, then fuck her when I got frustrated. It was really nice- I don’t think I’ll ever be able to edit without her,” he chuckled.

“What’s the score,” Sapnap asked, awe-ing when you made a noise in your sleep.

“I’m two ahead, I edged the poor thing quite a bit,”

“Four ahead.” They both turned to George in confusion. “I was two ahead before we left. I thought you’d catch her up, usually you’re all about overstim, not understim,” he weakly excused.

“...fuck, five ahead,” Sapnap admitted with a groan, pulling his hand down his face. “I got ahead of her when we took our shower.” The three stared at each other, somewhat unbelieving that they’d let you get so far behind- they prided themselves on making sure you ended the day ahead, or, ‘winning’ as they called it. They looked at the time. 12:45. “...if we wake her up she’ll kill us,”

“I know,” Dream groaned, letting his head fall back. “...deal with it in the morning?”

“Morning,” George agreed.

It wasn’t rare for you to wake up to your own orgasm, not in this house, but it was rare to not be able to move any of your limbs. You moaned, prying your eyes open enough to see a head of soft brown hair buried between your thighs. “Well good morning, sugar,” Sapnap purred in your ear, giving your hand a squeeze. As you slowly came-to you realized you were pinned snugly between Sapnap and Dream, both with their fingers interlaced with yours and your knee caught in the crook of their elbows, holding your legs up and open for George. You let out a gasping moan, eyes fluttering shut as you struggled to keep them open. “Oh, the poor thing’s still tired!”

“We’re sorry to wake you, doll,” Dream cooed, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “I’m afraid we got a bit ahead of you yesterday, so we thought we should take care of that.” You couldn’t even respond as you came on George’s tongue again, muscles spasming but going nowhere as Dream and Sapnap held you in place. George pulled away from your folds with an obscene noise, wiping your slick on his face off on your inner thigh only to lap it up to make sure he didn’t waste a drop. Dream’s hand came down and threaded through his pretty brown locks, pushing him back to your core. “Don’t forget the penalty, Gogy, you’ve got one more to give her.”

George let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl at being commanded but dutifully set to work again, gently suckling at your clit and sending you over the edge again quite easily since it was so close to your last orgasm. Dream let him up with a coo of ‘good boy’ as George kissed his way up to your lips.

“Good morning, luv,” he mumbled against you with a grin before making room for Sapnap to take his place.

“Move it, Gogy, I got two to give her, then Dream’s got three- I wanna get my dick wet before lunch.”

#angymouse #squeakin #dresqueaks #sapsqueaks #gogysqueaks #liveinwhore #mcyt smut #minors dni

[angy-mouse]

think you can make “the club” pt2?? maybe yn and george have been talking more and doing stuff alone, sapnap and dream find out, and so they both dom them? this is very much off the top of my head so sorry if it doesn’t make much sense lmao

You nearly stomped on their toes when someone suddenly wrapped their arms around you from behind, but luckily for him you recognized George’s cologne. “For me? You shouldn’t have, darling,” he cooed in your ear, playing with the hem of your baby blue skirt that you’d rolled up to make shorter.

“Please, sir,” you teased, grinding back against him. “This is so improper.”

“Screw proper,” he growled against your neck, nipping at the soft skin. Your manager was going to have a fit if they saw the marks but you couldn’t force yourself to care with his tongue gently lapping away the sting of his teeth. “Come on, pretty thing, let me take you home. I promise I’ll treat you like a precious little princess and you’ll never have to work again. Your only job would be keeping my cock warm- doesn’t that sound nice, baby?”

You hummed, grinning to yourself as you rocked back against him. George had been getting you to himself a lot more lately and you learned he loved these little roleplays. Him and his maid, him and his pool girl- anything that involved him taking you away from your current life to let you live a life of luxury at his hand. You certainly didn’t mind- not when he always made sure you came twice as much as him and always gave you something pretty for playing along with him. “Come now, sir, I’m at work. Don’t you think we should take this somewhere more private?” You felt him grin against your neck, ready to let yourself get dragged away to some dark corner so you could-

“So this is where you two have been hiding.” You and George both froze as a hand wrapped around each of your necks. Sapnap used his grip to pull the two of you apart, pulling your back into his chest and forcing George to watch. “Are you really such sluts that you’re on each other as soon as Dream and I step away?”

“Come on, Sap,” George whined, pulling out his best puppy dog eyes- if there was one person who could pretty his way out of a punishment it was George. “I don’t wanna go golfing with our dads- I wanna play something more fun with my baby girl.” He might’ve gotten you home free if he hadn’t gotten distracted, eyeing you up with those dark eyes and reaching for you, catching the hem of your skirt and slowly lifting it up. He let out a choked whine when he laid his eyes on the pretty blue thong you’d picked out, knowing George would be the one undressing you today. “She’s dressed up just for me,”

Sapnap growled against your ear, tugging you both along with him. “I think you two need a little reminder of who Daddy is here,”

This, you distantly thought through the pleasure of having both of your holes stuffed full, was not what you had planned today. You and George whimpered against each other’s lips as Sapnap and Dream worked your asses open on their fingers, but you knew they weren’t going to be spending much longer on prep- this was a punishment after all.

George bucked against you, burning with the need to fuck deeper into your pussy, but immedietly shrieked as he got his ass smacked. “Bad boy,” Dream growled, pinching the brunet’s poor ass. “Damn, you were right, Sap- when did our little babies turn into whores, hmm?” You didn’t know if he wanted an answer or not but you simply couldn’t give him one, too busy crying against George. He filled your pussy so well, stretching your walls around his cock, but the only friction you were getting came from Sapnap’s thick fingers roughly stretching your asshole.

“Please,” you whimpered with a gasp as Dream’s fingers fucking George sent his cock into your g-spot. “Please, daddy, my clit-”

“Now what would we do that for, sugar,” Sapnap hummed against your ear. “Does my little slut want to come before daddy?”

You heard the threat in his tone and quickly shook your head. “Nnng- no, daddy! No, I- nnng-”

“That’s what I thought. My baby knows she has to wait to come when she’s being punished. Has my good girl been replaced by a slut that doesn’t know how to behave?”

“No, daddy, I promise, I-” You choked on your words as George suddenly pressed tight against you, letting you look over his shoulder and see why. Dream smirked smugly to himself, watching his cock sink into George with his hands holding him open. You barely had time to feel sympathetic before Sapnap’s fingers pulled out of you and the blunt head of his cock pressed against you.

“Quit whining, pretty boy,” Dream hummed, wrapping his long fingers around George’s neck. “Be nice and wait for Sapnap, then I’ll move. You don’t want our sweet girl to get left in the dust, do you?”

George instantly whined harder, shaking his head in the crook of your neck. “No, no, wan’ baby to feel good, too-”

“Then both of you hold still,” Sapnap said firmly, grinding against you. “This may be a punishment but we don’t want to break either of you.” You nodded, pulling George’s lips onto yours to distract yourself as Sap slipped the head of his cock past your tight ring of muscles. Him and Dream cooed to the two of you as they rocked against you, Dream’s movements helping to ease Sapnap’s cock into you. You couldn’t believe how full you were- he was barely halfway in and you were certain he was splitting you in half. George was practically crying from your tight walls squeezing him as you struggled, plus Dream spreading him open as well.

“There’s a good girl,” Sapnap purred when his hips were finally pressed against your ass. He adjusted his hold on you until he was sure you were secure, with a hand under each thigh and your legs wrapped around George’s waist. “Go for it, Dream,”

You swore you heard an evil snicker before Dream started a harsh pace with George, each of his thrusts in sending George into your pussy and sending you sinking back on Sapnap’s cock. Both you and George let out uncontrollable moans, scrambling for a hold on each other- you were both stuck, nowhere to run to escape from the overwhelming pleasure as you were stuck between their cocks. “Dream- sir,” George whimpered out, “please let me come, I need it!”

Dream let out a mocking coo. “You need it? Oh, poor baby! Ask your ‘luv’- she’s the one you’d be coming in.”

“Please, luv- please, it hurts! It hurts, baby! Let me fill you up, darling, you always take it so good for me!”

You nodded, holding him close in a vain attempt to minimize the power of your boys’ thrusts. “I’m coming, too- come with me, Georgie, come inside!” His teeth sank into your neck, muffling his cries as his cock jerked inside you- but with Dream’s thrusts not slowing down nearly all of his cum spilled out of you onto the dirty bathroom floor. You were crying as you came, George’s tears mixing with yours as he slammed his lips onto yours, being thrust straight into another orgasm. The two of you held each other tight as you fell into a cycle of you coming to the feeling of his hot cum flooding your insides, then him coming to your walls squeezing him tight.

Sapnap and Dream openly laughed over your heads as they fucked you into overstimulation, tears and cum making a mess beneath you. “See, pretty things,” Dream cooed. “See what happens when you ignore your daddies?”

Sapnap gave a hum of agreement. “If you’d just been good for us you could come as many times as you wanted, but since you decided to be little brats you’re stuck here until we’re done with you.”

“Now try to hold still- I bet we can squeeze a few fingers into you to really stretch you out.”

#angymouse #squeakin #dresqueaks #gogysqueaks #sapsqueaks #theclub #mcyt smut

[angy-mouse]

The Club

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Warnings for what lies ahead: hidden public play, I believe cucking is the term I'm looking for, lack of proper play discussion (sap pulls a dick move but it ends up alright for reader), degradation, fucking in a bathroom (whatever that falls under), unprotected sex, etc.

Edit: if you saw this go up yesterday around 8pm no u didn't

Working at the local country club was probably the easiest job you’d ever had. The hours weren’t bad, as a beverage girl you mostly rode around on a golf cart delivering drinks, and the rich bastards the club catered to had no problem dropping a 50 dollar tip on a beer served by a hot piece of ass half their age. The biggest issues you had with the job were having to act proper and polite around the stuck up guests and the sheer boredom that came with listening to the same conversation about stocks a hundred times a day. Both of which were solved with your coworker/best friend/fuckbuddy, Sapnap.

A game of flashing each other obscene gestures when no one was looking and whispers of dirty words in passing soon turned into fun bets, which turned into a gambling issue. Today Sapnap bet that you couldn’t go the whole shift with a remote controlled vibrator in your panties and the remote in his pocket. If he was right and you took it out or dragged him into a dark corner for a quick fuck, you’d suck him off while he drove you home. If you made it the whole shift without letting anything slip and getting yourself fired, he promised he’d eat you out until your legs went numb. Honestly a win-win as long as you didn’t get caught.

“You look flustered, sugar, something wrong?”

“Fuck you,” you hissed under your breath as you mixed a drink. You shoved down a gasp as he turned your vibrations up in response, tsking under his breath.

“That’s not very nice,” he chided smugly, pretending to pay attention to the guests as they took their stroke, talked some smack about the others business or wife, rinse, repeat.

“You’re a cunt,”

“Speaking of, you getting overstimulated yet? Need a break? You know there’s no shame in giving up.”

You plastered on your customer service smile, strutting past him with the ordered drinks. “I’m going to win and you’re going to put that smart mouth to better use, caddy.”

George usually hated going to the country club with his father. It was made marginally better when Dream came with his dad and they could keep each other company- sometimes in ways that their fathers wouldn’t approve of- but it was still boring as all hell. Assuming his eyes weren’t deceiving him, it seemed the employees thought the same.

“Why are you so red? I told you that stupid sweater was too hot,” Dream muttered, rolling his eyes as their fathers bantered loudly, covering his words from being heard by anyone else.

“I… I think your dad’s caddy and the beer girl are together,” he muttered out slyly. Dream raised an eyebrow, glancing over out of the corner of his eye. He’d readily admit they were both good looking- the brunet’s shorts clung to his thick thighs and the girl’s short skirt fluttered temptingly as she walked, showing off her legs nicely- but beyond a few glances they took at each other he wasn’t seeing the connection. “He’s got something in his pocket and she’s got something up her skirt.”

Dream’s eyes went wide as, as if on command, the brunet casually reached into his pocket as if he was simply adjusting himself and the girl’s steps faltered, thighs squeezing together as she cast a glare at him before climbing back into her cart. He grinned smugly in response, blowing her a kiss before she drove off and he took his hand back out.

Dream turned back to George with a maniacal grin. “Now there’s an idea,”

“You wouldn’t dare,” George hissed back, glaring at him to end the conversation as the caddy came back to the group and they started walking again. Of course, he should’ve known better: Dream doesn’t let anything go. He grabbed George’s shoulder and pulled him along to join the young man at the back of the group.

“The beer cart girl your girlfriend?”

Sapnap raised a shocked eyebrow. In the three or so years Dream and George had been coming to the club they’d only shared short conversations- being younger than most guests, the two were eager for someone who shared their interests but Sapnap wasn’t exactly allowed to fraternize on the job. “Ah- no, we’re just friends.”

Dream gave him a sly grin. “In that case what do you think about sharing your little remote?”

Sap blanked, cheeks turning pink as he realized he’d been caught. Although, based on the way Dream grinned and bit his lip and the way George’s pale skin had turned red he didn’t think he’d be getting fired today. “...If she takes it out before her shift is over I win our bet,” he admitted carefully. Dream looked over his head at George with a grin.

“Oh, I’m definitely buying you one,”

“Fuck you, prick,”

“I have to work on the opposite side of the club for the rest of shift,” Sap said, a coy grin pulling at his lips. “And the rule is I can only use it if I can see her, so if you can follow that rule…” He handed over the small remote. “Win me a bet.”

<----->

“‘Scuse me, luv, can we get some bevs?”

You blushed a bit as you flashed a smile at the pretty brit and his friend, walking over to their table. You had to shove down a squeak and focus on walking as your vibrator kicked on- you were gonna kill Sapnap. He was probably hiding in some dark corner so he could mess with you instead of doing his work. You placed your hand on the back of the taller boy’s chair to steady yourself- fuck they were hot. Maybe it was your overeager pussy talking or the fact that you’re used to dealing with rich old fogeys but you’d gladly bend over the table for these two- maybe give Sap something more entertaining to spy on. You managed to snap yourself out of your dirty thoughts to remember that you had a job to do. “What can I get you two?”

“How about your name,” the blond threw out boldly. You giggled at his confidence and gave it to him with your most flirtatious smile. He repeated it back in a deep, growling voice that made you clench around your vibrator. “My friends call me Dream and he’s George. I think we have something that belongs to you.”

“Oh really,” you mused. “And what would that be?” Your flirtatious grin fell as he pulled out a familiar purple remote, clicking it and sending a harsh pulse through your cunt to prove it was yours. You let out a sharp gasp, hand latching onto his shoulder to keep yourself upright.

“You’re such an asshole, Dream,” George tsked, wrapping his hand around your bare thigh and rubbing it gently. “Your little boytoy gave us your remote. You want it back, darling? We don’t have to tell him.”

You took in a deep breath as Dream turned your vibrator off so you could think clearly. Were you going to kick Sapnap’s ass later for giving control of your vibrator to two strangers? Abso-fucking-lutely. Were the strangers in question hot enough for you to forget about that for a bit? Fuck yes.

“Now what’s the fun in that,” you purred, cupping George’s face and running your thumb down his sharp jaw. He grinned up at you, turning to place a kiss on your palm without taking his dark eyes off your own. His grin grew as Dream turned your vibrations up again, the two of them watching with joy as you struggled to keep your legs from shaking.

“You know,” Dream mused, stealthily slipping his hand up the back of your skirt to shamelessly grab your ass. “Sapnap, was it? He mentioned your little bet. We could make it a lot easier for you to win if you did something for us in return.”

“Oh?” You grinned widely. “I think I have a few ideas on how to repay you.”

There wasn’t a single cell in your brain when you first took this job that thought you’d end up in the employee bathroom with two guests, but here you were. George was sat on the counter, looking so pretty as he panted from having his dick down your throat while Dream ruthlessly fucked you from behind, holding your vibrator to your clit. “You look so pretty like this,” George moaned out, pushing your hair out of your face. A harsh thrust from Dream sent your nose into the bush of hair at the base of George’s cock, moans erupting from both of you. “Fucking bloody hell- you’re so mean to her, Dream,” he chided even as he wrapped his hand around your hair and started fucking your face. “The poor thing’s doing so well, so pretty and compliant for us. How many times have you made her come with that thing? Nnnng, put the toy away.”

Dream scoffed, straightening up to his full height from where he’d been bent over your back, blanketing you in his weight. “She is being good,” he mused, giving three hard thrusts with an evil grin as they made you choke on George’s cock, which made him moan. “A good fucking slut. She’s just a pretty little whore, aren’t you, baby? So eager to get fucked by two strangers at the same time- you were even gonna let us have control of your toy without knowing our names, weren’t you?” He turned up the vibrations as if to prove his point, watching your back arch to try to pull away from the stimulation as you whimpered, feeling tears of overstimulation bud up in the corners of your eyes.

“Oh, she’s crying, Dream.” George tried to sound sympathetic but it came out as an obscene moan as his hips stuttered, pulling you halfway off his cock so he could see your face better. “Oh, poor thing,” he whimpered, gasping and letting his head fall back against the mirror as you sucked harshly- punishment for being an ass, you decided.

You yelped around George as you felt Dream take your toy off your clit just to slap your ass hard. “She can take it,” he growled, tossing the vibe into the sink. “Good whores take what they’re given and are fucking grateful.” You cried out as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you off George’s cock, pulling you up until your back was pinned to his chest and he could nip your ear. “Say thank you,” he growled into your ear. “Thank us for our cocks, slut, or the rest of your shift is going to be hell.”

“Thank you,” you breathed out. “Thank you, sirs, thank you! Please let me keep sucking his cock! I need his cum down my throat, please!”

“Dirty little thing,” he growled, tightening his hand around your throat and thrusting harder.

“Dream,” George gushed as he lazily worked his hand over his cock, using the spit you’d left behind as lube. “Her stomach, look.”

You whimpered as Dream’s hips stopped, hand on your neck keeping you facing the ceiling as he looked to see what George was talking about. “Oh, baby,” he cooed, guiding you to look at the mirror. You let out a breathless moan as you watched him push into you and the skin of your stomach protruded in response. He was literally rearranging your guts. “Look at that- our poor little whore can barely even take me. Is my cock too big, baby? Huh?”

You’d lost track of how many orgasms in you were, your mind little more than dough for them to mold at this point. At least, that would be your excuse later. “No,” you whispered, watching him grind against you through your stomach. “It’s perfect.”

“Fuck,” Dream swore, letting to of your throat and letting George catch you as you fell forward, hooking one hand under your hips to hold you up and placing his other right over that delicious bump as he regained his harsh pace. You eagerly took George back into your mouth, delighting in his moans as you sucked him off.

“Fuck, fuck, luv- Dream- I’m gonna fucking come,” he panted, weakly thrusting to meet your bobbing mouth. You looked up at him, wanting to see his face as he came, and watched Dream’s thick fingers wrap around George’s pretty neck right before your face was shoved into George’s pelvis again. You focused on breathing as you heard Dream lick his way into the brit’s mouth- between the two of them you were stuck on their cocks. If you tried to pull off George Dream was going to breach your cervix and if you tried to pull away from Dream George was going to come straight into your stomach. All you could do was sit there and take it as they bruised your insides.

George came down your throat with a strangled moan, muffled from Dream’s lips before he used his hand on the pretty boy’s neck to pull him back, pinning the brunet to the mirror. “Swallow it all, pretty little whore,” he told you, grinding his hips deeper against you. You and George both whimpered as his cock jerked in your mouth, sending another stream of cum down your throat. “Come on, Georgie, fill the whore up. Give ‘er another load,”

George gasped against the hand around his throat, hips jerking against your face as you swallowed everything he gave you. “I can’t,” he whined. “‘M fucking empty, Dream,”

Dream scoffed, pulling you off George’s cock and pulling your back to his chest again, hand returning to your throat as he brutally fucked you. “Give him a kiss, baby, I think Georgie here likes tasting his own cum.” George met your lips, licking his way into your mouth and holding your face steady. He blindly reached into the sink, pulling out your vibe and clicking it on, using it to circle your clit. He giggled against your lips as you scrambled to grab onto him to stabilize yourself, knees going weak as your orgasm swiftly approached.

“Come on Dream’s cock, darling,” he cooed. “I promise he’s gonna fill you up so good, just come for us one more time.” You nodded, grinding down on the vibe and back against Dream.

“Please,” you panted against George’s lips. “Please, Dream, I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come on my cock like a good little slut, baby.” His thrusts picked up as your walls fluttered around him as the two of them sent you over the edge one last time. Dream plunged into you, grinding deep inside you and flooding your insides with his cum. “There you go- fucking take it,” he groaned, pressing his hand down over the bump he made on your stomach to feel his cock jerk inside you as he placed wet kisses down your neck. George’s lips on yours became languid as you came down from your high, pulling the vibe away from your clit. “George, gimme the toy,” Dream grunted. George grumbled and blindly held out the toy, letting Dream take it. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” he mumbled with a grin in his voice as he slowly pulled out and replaced his cock with the toy with the vibrations off. “There you go, sweet girl. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“So,” George chirped as you pulled away from him, a sly grin on his lips. “When’s your next shift?”

#whoa baby #wrote this whole thing in 3 1 hour sittings #angymouse #squeakin #theclub #dresqueaks #gogysqueaks #sapsqueaks #mcyt smut #tw: questionable consent #minors dni

[angy-mouse]

Better have a part three to Takeoff in planning darling because it was fucking amazing <3

this took like a month youre lucky i like u /p /hj

in other news, this fic is 2.85 thousand words and if any of you ungrateful cretins ask for another part within a week i swear to god I'll take another two week break from writing and keep requests closed until October. That said welcome to Keeping Warm!

“And here we see two subs in their natural habitat,”

George’s chest rumbled under your cheek. “Fuck off, Dream, you know I’m a switch,’ he grumbled, snuggling further into your shared blanket.

“It’s cold,” you whined, trying to look as pitiful as possible in hopes one of your furnace-like lovers would join your cuddle pile- you loved snuggling George but good lord he was colder than ice. Not ideal for the chilly mountain weather.

“Oh, poor babies,” Sapnap cooed, crouching over you and blanketing you in his warm body.

You and George hummed as he warmed you two up, Dream couching by your head and smiling at the three of you. “Do the poor babies want to try out the hot tub?”

You shot up, nearly throwing Sapnap on his ass. “There’s a hot tub?”

George laughed, rubbing your hips. “What did you think we bought you swimsuits for, silly?”

“Mm, because you two get off on buying me clothes that cost more than my rent?”

Sapnap cackled at that, the two rich boys trying to weakly deny it. “Don’t even,” he scoffed, still chuckling. “George talked me into buying these sweats that cost like a hundred bucks because he kept saying how good my ass would look.”

“They’re joggers and I stand by that,” George chirped, cueing you all to crane your necks in an attempt to shamelessly check the Texan out.

Wha- come on, knock it off,” Sap insisted, flushing under the sudden attention.

“Come on now,” Dream hummed, standing up and offering a hand to un-pile you three. “Let’s go for a soak and we can all check out Sapnap’s ass when he’s wearing wet swim shorts.”

“Deal,” you chirped, hopping up and delivering a swift smack to Sapnap’s rear before running for your goddamn life.

“HEY! Oh- get back here you brat!”

You shrieked as you heard him gaining on you, sprinting up the stairs and miraculously making it to your room, slamming the door shut just as he rounded the corner. You locked it, knowing as soon as he tried to open it he’d have to obey the ‘no entering locked doors’ rule the group had put into place as soon as you landed. You quickly shed your clothes and started sorting through the swimsuits you’d been gifted. You’d tried to tell them what style you usually went for when you entered the store but you got cut off as they piled their arms with the skimpiest suits they could find- you really should have expected that.

You decided on a simple orange piece, nothing more than a few triangles and strings. You checked yourself in the mirror before you left, smirking evilly. The boys, while you loved them, were very simple. They each claimed a color as theirs and them seeing you in their color was sure to lift your chances of getting laid. And when the other boys saw you- their little pet- wearing the other’s color? You were hoping for a wet, shirtless fight for dominance- hopefully devolving into them fucking each other until all but one was left drooling and wobbly-legged, then the victor would fuck you just as stupid.

To anyone else this would sound like the delusional fantasy of a narcissist, but knowing your boys? You gave it an 85% chance of success, 10% chance they just let Sapnap fuck you and 5% chance they catch on to your plan and made you touch yourself for their entertainment. 0% chance of a bad ending for you.

You smiled as you found Dream waiting for you just outside your door, watching his eyes darken at the sight of you. You could just see a little angel on his shoulder saying ‘so pretty in the tiny bikini we bought her’ while the angel said ‘grr she’s wearing Sapnap’s color’. “Do you like it,” you asked, hiding your smugness behind a cute twirl to show him how it covered even less in the back.

“You look gorgeous, princess,” he hummed, grabbing a handful of your ass and using it to pull you into his side. “But I do wish you’d picked a different color,”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hummed before leaping away from him and skipping down the stairs. You heard him growl just a second before he threw you over his shoulder, making you shriek. “Dream! Oh my- don’t you dare drop me, asshole!”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” he scoffed, effortlessly carrying you out to the sunroom. You blushed and laughed as you heard catcalls from the other two boys who were already in the tub.

“She’s wearing my color, give ‘er here, Dream!” You heard and felt Dream scoff at the demand but you still found yourself gently lowered into the water until you were seated sideways on Sapnap’s lap. “Hey, there, darlin’,” he chirped, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “Don’t you look cute. All dressed up for me, hmm?”

“Maybe I just always look this cute but you never notice, did ‘ya think about that,” you teased, trailing your lips along his jaw.

George scoffed behind you, pressing against your back and wrapping his arms around your waist. “How dare you accuse us of something so vile! You know we always notice how cute you are, luv,” he insisted, peppering kisses all over your neck

You coyly looked over your shoulder. “Well, I don’t think Dream likes my swimsuit very much.”

He gave you an unimpressed look from across the water, arms resting on the ledge behind him and legs spread on the seat, making him seem even bigger than he already was. Oh, how you’d love to straddle one of those thick thighs, but you needed to pretend you were upset with him- you’d either get the brat fucked out of you or soft ‘I’m sorry for making you upset’ sex. “Come on now, you know that’s not what I said, doll.”

You quietly mocked him as you distractedly rubbed Sapnap’s chest- you knew he hated it when you called his pecs titties but goddamn were they nice. They were just so perfect to rest your head on while you slept or cuddled, his pretty pink nipples perfect to play with and suck on while you rode him, you just adored everything about him.

Sapnap laughed at your mocking grumbles, delivering a sharp pinch to the bare skin of your ass hanging out of your bottoms. “Cheeky little thing tonight, aren’t you,” he mused, letting you tuck your head under his chin- your plan was taking much longer to work than you’d thought and it disappointed you. Unfortunately you didn’t see the mischievous smirk he gave to the other two. “Is someone feeling needy?”

George caught the smirk and trailed his fingers down your hips until they dipped into your swimsuit bottoms. “Does our baby girl need attention?”

“Maybe,” you defiantly pouted against Sapnap’s neck but still spread your legs as George’s fingers trailed closer to your folds. You heard him let out a huff of laughter behind you.

“Doesn’t matter what you say, luv- not when you open your legs so easily for me. Just admit you’re a slut for us and I promise we’ll treat you like it, hmm?”

You shook your head with a whine, still refusing to pry your face out of Sap’s neck even as his thick fingers wrapped around your thigh, holding you open as George rubbed you everywhere except where you wanted it. “N-No, I’m not…”

“Come on now,” Dream hummed, still spread out as he enjoyed the show you all put on. “You know that’s not true, little doll. I bet you put on that pretty little suit in hopes Sap would fuck you and we’d get jealous, didn’t you?”

Sapnap faked a noise of shock as he felt you stiffen against him- damn Dream and his ability to read you like a book. “Well there’s no need to be jealous,” he hummed, giving a nod to George as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look across the water at Dream. You whimpered as George finally sank two long fingers into you. Dream smiled at you oh-so condescendingly, the way he always did when he turned the teasing back on you whenever you tried to play them into doing your bidding, and blew you a kiss. “There’s no reason we can’t share,”

“Exactly,” George purred into your ear. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t you wanna be a good little slut for us?” He jerked his fingers, roughly stabbing at your g-spot and laughing as you crumpled into his chest. “Say it, pretty girl. I’ll stretch you out real good if you do- I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt at all, no matter how rough we fuck you.”

Your hands latched onto his arm, digging your nails into his skin but it didn’t affect him as he fucked you open on his fingers unrelentingly. “Ah- ah- please, George- please, I’m a good little slut for you, I promise! Please, please, please-”

“There we go,” George hummed as he finally brought his thumb to your aching clit, rubbing you through a powerful orgasm.

Sapnap cooed in your ear, kneading your thigh as you came. “Doesn’t that feel good, sweet girl? See what happens when you tell the truth? That you’re a slutty little thing that just wants our cocks?”

You nodded furiously, hips bucking against George’s palm. “Please- yes! Yes, it’s true, I’m just a slut! Haaa I’d do anything to get fucked, please, I’ll do anything!”

Dream let out a mocking coo- you whined as you saw the tent in his swim shorts, just like the one in Sapnap’s that you were grinding against. “Such a pathetic fuckdoll, aren’t you? So desperate for cock. Come on, Sap, stop torturing the poor thing- she’s wearing your color after all.”

“Do you need taken care of, darlin’?” He smiled down at you as you desperately nodded, hips moving against George’s gently rocking fingers. “Georgie, untie her bottoms for me,”

George obeyed but not without a scoff as Sapnap marked up your neck. “You’re not gonna leave me out to dry after I was the only one to treat our sweet girl, are you?”

“Come on, Gogy,” Sap tsked. He reached up, threading his fingers through George’s pretty brown locks and roughly yanking him down to smash their lips together. You whimpered as you were pressed between their bare, sweaty chests, your swimsuit bottoms in George’s hand and Sapnap’s hand gripping your bare ass. You busied yourself with kissing up on Sapnap’s chest, covering him in little lovebites until he groaned and pulled away from George. “I told you we could share, there’s no need to get jealous. Hop up on the edge and take your shorts off for me, pretty boy.”

“And you,” Sapnap purred, pulling your lips off his chest. “Come here, sweet girl.” He pulled you into a deep kiss while George got ready, jerking his cock to full hardness. “I want you to suck Gogy off for me while I fuck you, alright, baby? Dream wants to see you get fucked like a whore- huh, Dream?”

The blond must have nodded but you didn’t see him, too busy delighting in the way Sapnap manhandled you into position as he stood up, keeping your bottom half pressed against his lap but letting your top fall forward to land in George’s lap. He took care to keep most of your body in the hot water as your hands latched onto George’s hips. “Georgie,” you chirped happily, kissing all over his thighs, slowly working your way closer to his cock.

“Hey, pretty thing,” he hummed back, rubbing his hand, still wet with steaming hot water, across the top of your back. You felt Sapnap hold you up by a single arm hooked under your hips so his other could pull down his shorts as you finally took George’s tip into your mouth. He groaned as you set to work, swiftly managing half his cock down your throat. “That’s a good little slut- take it all, luv, I know you can.”

You hummed around him, bracing yourself as Sapnap’s other hand came back to your hip- and you were glad you did. He gave you no warning as he sank balls-deep into your pussy with one thrust, sending you further down George’s cock until your nose was buried in his dark pubes. Each of you moaned, yours more muffled as you struggled not to gag. “Fuck baby,” Sapnap groaned, feeling your walls wrapped tight around him. You whined, desperately trying to keep enough sense to suck George off as Sap started ruthlessly pounding into you. “So fuckin’ tight for me- did Gogy not prep you enough to take my fat cock, sugar?”

“Fuck- ah, fuck- fuck off! You’re the one that got impatient to get your dick wet!”

You barely had enough room to pull off George, laying sloppy kisses down the side of his shaft as you protested. “Mwah- no, daddy! Mwah- no, he did so good- both of you so good aaah,”

They quickly lost interest in fighting, chuckling at how fucked out you were already as George guided himself back into your mouth- you took him so eagerly, letting the power of Sapnap’s thrusts push and pull you up and down the brit’s cock so you could focus on moving your tongue and slobbering all over him like a perfect messy whore. Soon you even let your arms fall from holding his slim hips and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being tossed between them like a mere toy, orgasm after orgasm rolling over you without more than a coo of how tight you were- your own pleasure deemed less important than theirs. The hot water sloshed and washed over your back every time Sapnap thrust into you, saving you from the chilly mountain air and reinforcing the one idea your pleasure-addled mind could keep ahold of: the moments when Sapnap’s hips were pressed against your ass and you could barely breathe around George’s cock were the closest you would ever be to heaven and the moments where they were mere inches from leaving you was pure hell. You thought for sure you’d die happy if Sapnap decided not to pull back and you suffocated skewered on their cocks.

You thought you were going to get your wish when Sapnap pressed forward, letting out a deep moan as he sprayed your insides with his seed, grinding into you to milk himself and make sure he gave you everything he had before George started shoving at his chest. “Fucking- move I don’t wanna come in her mouth- fuck luv,”

Sapnap pulled your back up to his chest, cooing softly in your ear as you whined at the loss of his cock inside you, already feeling his cum oozing out of you. He held you with one arm around your waist and the other holding one of your legs wide with his thick fingers gripping the meat of your thigh. George was quick to fill the space between your thighs, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he humped you like a rabbit, grinning against your skin at the sharp moans his desperate thrusts pulled from you. “Come on, baby, fuckin’ take it,” he growled, switching to your other nipple just as he came, groaning against you as he added his cum to the load sloshing inside you. You let out weak moans as he pumped you even fuller than before- you felt bloated. God, they all always came so much, you felt so full.

You were ready to fall asleep in their arms as George’s stream of cum tapered off until you heard Dream- you’d almost forgotten he was watching you the whole time. “Alright, you’ve had your fun- give me my girl.” Sapnap soothed you as you whined from George pulling out, carrying you over to Dream. You whimpered at the sight, all broad-shoulders and thick thighs with his cock standing tall in the water, waiting for you. Sapnap helped lower you onto Dream’s cock until you were sat on his lap, then left you to slump against his chest, boneless. “Aw, poor baby,” Dream purred in your ear, “are you all fucked out? Can’t even think straight anymore?” He openly laughed at your weak whine of confirmation, accompanied with an even weaker grind of your hips against his. “Hmm but my sweet doll still wants more?” Another weak noise from you and he began gently bouncing you on his cock, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach. “Alright, baby, I’m gonna give you one more load in your stuffed pussy- and I promise I’ll keep you on my cock for the rest of the night to keep it all inside and keep you warm- how’s that sound?”

You sighed, allowing yourself to completely relax in his hold as he carried you into yet another orgasm. “That sounds perfect,”

#not proofread #theclub #gogysqueaks #dresqueaks #sapsqueaks #mcyt smut #squeakin #angymouse

[angy-mouse]

Getting Comfy

I've mentioned on @boobberries' blog I have like 4 different fics about basically being the live-in cumdump for these goddamn minecraft men and roni and @lightdreamy both yelled at me to post it so-

George had told you when the boys first moved in that it would probably take time for them to get comfortable with your little arrangement. He was right, of course, and you waited patiently, trying not to make them uncomfortable. Dream settled in pretty quickly- he had just the right amount of cocky asshole in his personality to push his luck with you and you of course let him keep pushing until he was balls deep fucking you on the kitchen counter. Sapnap was a different story, though.

For all the smack talk he liked to throw around, Sap really was a classic southern gentleman. From his shy blush and averted gaze whenever you walked around in one of George’s shirts and underwear, hickeys on full display, to his sheepish chuckles when you shamelessly flirted with him. You made it clear you wanted him, you knew he wanted you, and both you and George had reiterated that the two of you were 100% on board with making you their shared cockwhore- the only thing keeping you from saving a horse and riding that cowboy were his damned manners.

‘Give him time,’ George said. ‘He’s just a little inexperienced,’ Dream said. Well you were going to give that boy some experiences if it was the last thing you did- and speaking as someone who’s shamelessly eyed him up in those sweatpants, it just might be.

You got him alone when he was watching anime in the living room (Dream and George called him a nerd and refused to watch with him) and plopped your head on his lap. You heard the sharp breath he took in, but you pretended you didn’t and gave him your sweetest smile, resisting the urge to giggle evilly at the shaky one he sent back. You carefully set your plan into motion, starting with laying still on his lap until he started to relax- no matter how much it killed you to have him so close to your mouth and not halfway down your throat.

Finally, when he was relaxed enough that he’d begun stroking your hair, you let out a whine, nuzzling against his thick thigh. “Saaaaap,” you whined, rolling onto your back so you could aim your puppy eyes at him. “Can I please suck your dick?” It was hard to keep up your innocent facade as he blushed and sputtered, but you managed. You wrapped your arms around his that had been playing with your hair, holding it tight to your chest. “I want something in my mouth and there’s no ice pops left! Please, I promise you’ll barely notice me.”

Apparently you’d wasted a lot of time waiting for him to make the first move because all it took was a bat of your eyelashes and a pout of your lips before you were on your knees in front of him. He let out a shaky breath as he pulled himself out of his pants and you almost moaned at the sight. While he was only average in length, the sheer thickness of his cock was more than intimidating and promised pleasure that bordered on pain if you managed to get him to fuck you. “You’re so pretty,” you purred, wrapping your hand around his cock and giggling when you realized his face and his tip were the same shade of red. “Thank you, sir,” you chirped before sinking onto him.

You took him all the way down until your nose was buried in his bush of dark hair and focused on breathing deeply, which filled your nose with the smell of his body wash. As promised, you stayed put, only loosely tonguing his cock and giving a gentle suck every now and again. You weren’t lying- you felt so much better now that you had a weight on your tongue- but you were also curious how long the inexperienced boy could hold out.

You got your answer shockingly quick, considering his previous hesitation. It wasn’t long at all before his hips were bucking into your throat. “Fuck- sorry, sorry, it- aaah it feels so good.” You moaned when his hips jerked again and took it as a sign to properly suck him off, bobbing up and down his cock. He moaned as your talented mouth worked at him, throwing his head back only to snap it forward again so he could watch you work. You practically preened at the awestruck way he looked at you, thrilled he was finally relaxing into your little arrangement. However, it didn’t last long as you both heard footsteps just as he was twitching on your tongue, orgasm fast approaching.

He stiffened up as George walked past with his empty water bottle, not sparing either of you a glance. You knew there was no problem with this and continued working at Sapnap’s cock, only to whine as he tried to weakly push your head away. He managed to get you back to where you were just sucking on his tip when George came into the living room with his refilled bottle.

Sapnap froze like a deer in headlights (or, more accurately, like a guy getting his dick sucked in a communal space) whereas you simply continued suckling at his tip, eager to finally taste the Texan’s cum. George made a noise of disapproval at the sight of you and took his time walking over. This was it, Sap thought. George was going to pull you away and ask what the fuck Sapnap was doing with his fuckbuddy/lover/whatever the fuck you two were, then he was gonna kick his ass back to Texas and their friendship would be ruined. Oh well, at least he got some amazing head out of this.

George’s fingers threaded through your hair and you took a deep breath, knowing what was coming. “I know I taught you better than that,” he said simply before pushing you down until your nose was squished against Sapnap’s pelvis. Sap let out a choked moan, hips bucking as much as they could as he came straight down your throat. He moaned as you eagerly swallowed down everything he gave you, staying glued to his cock even as his orgasm finished and George let go of your hair. “Don’t be afraid to rough ‘em up a bit,” George tossed over his shoulder as he went back to his recording with Dream. “They can take it.”

You hummed an agreement as you milked his cock, only pulling off when he hissed from overstimulation. “Thank you so much,” you purred, grinning when you saw him flush at your scratchy voice from taking him so deep in your throat. “I feel so much better now. Can I keep your cock warm for the rest of your show as a ‘thank you?’”

#angymouse #squeakin #liveinwhore #sapsqueaks #gogysqueaks #dresqueaks #mcyt smut #minors dni

[angy-mouse]

no but i desperately need a part two of the club like now please pretty please

Here's part two: Takeoff!

If you were being honest you were more than shocked when Dream invited you and Sapnap to join him and George at one of his dad’s mountain chateaus for the winter. “I don’t mean to sound like a creep,” he assured you as he rubbed his thumb along your knuckles- the most PDA you could get away with while on the job. He smiled softly at your surprised expression. “George and I really like you two,” he hummed. “We’d hate to not see you all winter…”

“We’ll think about it,” you told him, tracing his jaw teasingly with your finger. “You know we shouldn’t fraternize with guests.”

“I think we’re a little past fraternization,” he purred with a smirk, but let it drop.

You talked about it with Sapnap on your drive home. “It sounds like fun,” you timidly admitted. “Maybe not for the whole winter, but maybe for a month? Live it up with the preppy rich boys in a mountain cottage and get fucked every day.” Your voice took a more sarcastic tone at the end, but you and Sap both knew you were just trying to talk yourself out of it.

“Sounds great to me,” he said with a grin, hand squeezing your thigh. “A month in a fancy-ass place with my favorite darlin’ and my two favorite guys? Sign me the hell up. Maybe if I have more than a couple hours every week to work on it I can convince Dream to let me top.”

You scoffed at that. “Fat chance! If you manage to top Dream within the month I’ll let you fuck me in that stupid ass maid dress you got me.”

“First of all,” Sapnap declared, taking his hand off your leg to hold up a finger pointedly. “I did not buy you a ‘maid dress’, I bought you a catgirl maid cosplay-”

“Oh, of course,”

“-key difference being the cat ears that you look fucking adorable and sexy in at the same time, I’m lucky you don’t abuse that power too often. Second of all,” he grinned widely. “Sounds like we have a new bet, sugar.”

The two were thrilled to hear you were accepting their offer and assured you that you didn’t need to bring any clothes or toiletries- they were going to take you both shopping. On your last day of work you found yourself being picked up in a fancy car you didn’t know the name of, Dream leaning out the driver’s side window with a huge grin and George leaping out of the passenger seat. “We’re in the back,” he whined to you, tugging you in with him. “The giants need their leg room.”

“Come on, short stacks, we gotta prep for winter,” Dream declared with a laugh, barely waiting for everyone to get their seatbelts on before peeling out of the parking lot, leaving you laughing with a deep desire to flip the place off. You quickly realized the extent of the spoiling you were about to get when at the first store you stopped at someone in a suit ran to greet you- rather, he ran to greet Dream and George, asking them how their family was. Dream responded with just enough political politeness to pass in the world of rich people while George distractedly played with yours and Sapnap’s fingers, seeming very content to be holding both your hands while Dream was left out. “We’re looking to get the four of us set up for our winter trip,”

“Of course, of course,” the salesman said, though there was a hint of disgust in his eye as he looked at the two of you in your after work clothes- you in leggings and a loose tee and Sap in basketball shorts and a Pokemon tank.

Luckily George was quick to drag Sapnap away. “Sap, come look at these trousers, you’d look so good in them!”

Dream’s hand was suddenly holding yours, tugging you to another section. “There’s some cute sweaters, come pick a few to try on, doll. Can’t have our sweet little thing getting cold.”

You spent the whole day shopping with them and you had to admit: it felt good. Dream and George filled their arms with anything you or Sap looked twice at, plus anything they thought would look good on you, then rejoined the group at the dressing rooms, sending you both into your stalls with stern instructions to show them everything. Practically every piece you came out in was met with absolute worship, praises of how amazing you looked and whispers of how much they wanted to rip it off of you. Only occasionally would a piece get rejected, immediately followed by one of the boys teasingly offering to remove the offending garment from your body- an offer you only declined because of the blushing sales attendant posted a few feet away. Sapnap was getting the same treatment and you could tell he was basking in it just as much as you were.

You had to condition yourself to pointedly avoid looking at the price tags since when you did you nearly had a heart attack and told the boys you wouldn’t let them buy it for you. “Let us?” Dream bent forward to meet your eye with a dangerous smirk on his lips. “Oh, does our precious little pet think she’s in charge? You don’t let me do anything, sweetheart. Now give me the skirt before I bend you over my knee and show everyone how I treat brats who can’t behave.” As much of an exhibitionist you were, you weren’t about to get kicked out of a store bigger than your apartment, let alone risk Dream or George ending up on the front page of some trashy tabloid. You shyly handed over the skirt and watched him light up. “Good girl,”

You’d almost forgotten the purpose of your shopping spree before Dream pulled into the small airport the private jet would be flying out of. The two dragged you and Sap into the plane to keep you from trying to help the attendants loading your bags, forcing you into your cushy seats and sitting next to you to block the way. “Have you ever flown before,” George questioned as you looked around in awe.

“Not like this,” you mumbled back as an attendant came up to your group, Dream requesting something vaguely french sounding for everyone.

“Oh, it’s lovely,” he assured you, lighting up when your eyes finally returned to him- if there was one thing about George, he basked in attention. “If you’re nervous about takeoff just let me know. I’m sure I can find a way to distract you.” You gave him a sly smile at the offer, not oblivious to his hand kneading the flesh of your thigh.

“Come on now, George,” Dream scoffed, but he wore that lazy grin he always had when one of you was being needy- like it was amusing to him. “They haven’t even finished loading the luggage and you’re already trying to get her pants off?”

“Oh, come on,” George huffed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him- the closest he could get to a ‘fuck you, Dream’ without getting bent over. “It’s just not fair they’re the only ones here who haven’t joined the mile high club.”

“Patience, pretty boy,” he chided, smiling as the attendant walked up and handed out glasses of wine. “Wait until we’re in the air.”

You never thought you’d join the mile high club but here you were riding George on a cushy private jet flying to a mountain chateau. This was the life.

“So pretty, darling,” George purred, holding your hips and helping you bounce on his cock. “You wrap around me so well, luv, so perfect.”

You arched your back in pleasure as he slammed into your g-spot, hearing Sapnap moan behind you. “Don’t they look so good together,” Dream purred as you looked over your shoulder. You moaned at the sight, Dream’s big hands wrapped around Sapnap’s cock and throat, keeping Sap’s eyes on you as Dream jerked him off. He smirked at you, puckering his lips in a slightly mocking kiss as he tightened his hand around Sapnap’s cock, pulling a choked moan from his throat. “Look at how beautiful she is taking his cock so well. The way his hands grip her ass and the way his cock fills her up- mmm its like a work of art, isn't it? You look so pretty, too, Sap, all red 'n flushed just from my hand. Isn't that adorable…"

A yelp was snatched from your throat when George suddenly dropped you on his cock, his tip giving a harsh tap against your cervix. “Come on, darling, am I not fucking you well enough? Hmm?” You gave another shout as he held you still with a death grip on your hips, thrusting his hips brutally up into you. “Tell me what I need to do to keep your attention.”

“No, sir,” you moaned out, straining to keep your eyes open and on him as he fucked you, seemingly dead set on pushing his way past your cervix. “Please, sir, you fuck me so well- no one fucks me like you do!”

“There’s my good girl,” he purred out, one hand moving up to tease your nipple. “I knew you just needed a little reminder of who made you feel good.”

“Yes- you make me feel good, sir! Oh god, I’m close, please let me come, sir! Please let me come on your big cock! You fill me up so good, please, fill me with your seed!”

“Atta girl,” he growled, picking up his pace and switching from toying with your nipple to rubbing your clit. “Now that you remember your place you can come. Remember to say ‘thank you’, luv.”

“Thank you,” you whined out, quickly feeling your orgasm wash over you. “Thank you, sir! Oh, thank you so much! Thank you for letting me come-” You gasped, body going stiff as you felt his cock jerk inside you, spraying your walls with his cum. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for giving me your cum. Thank you, thank you,” you whined, rocking your hips down on him, just to make sure you milked him for everything he had. He buried his face between your breasts with a groan, holding you close as you both came down from your highs. You nuzzled into his soft hair, ready to settle down and cockwarm for the rest of your flight before you felt a warm, firm body press against your back.

“No one fucks you like George, huh?” Dream chuckled as his words made you go stiff, realizing exactly what George wanted: the others to be jealous. “I think Sap and I have something to prove now. Tell me, how many times do you think we can make you come again before this plane lands, princess?”

This, you decided as you were lifted off George’s lap, was going to be the best vacation ever.

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