Em

"Yeah," Will responded, "yeah, man. You've got one hell of a girl."

"Yeah, I do," you could picture the proud smile you knew was on your boyfriend's face right now.

The next thing you heard was footsteps, then suddenly you felt a gentle touch on your face. The feeling made you gasp.

"You're okay, baby," Mack's voice was right next to you now, "'m just fixing your pretty hair," you felt him tuck your hair behind your ear, then felt his lips on you cheek in a gentle kiss, "are you ready?"

You nodded.

"Use your words, baby," he encouraged, "tell me if you're ready."

"I-I'm ready, Mack," you whispered.

"Good girl," his low voice in your ear brought goosebumps to your skin.

He caressed your cheek once more and then the touch disappeared. You heard his footsteps again, moving away this time until they stopped, presumably at the end of the bed.

There were a few seconds of whispering between the boys, and then you felt the mattress dip. You held your breath until you felt the head of a dick pressing inside of you.

"Oh," you gasped, gripping onto the sheets beneath you.

Whoever it was pushed all the into you and then stilled.

"Guess," you heard Macklin's voice, "who is it?"

You shifted your hips slightly, trying to feel whoever was inside you better. You thought about Mack and how his length usually felt inside you. This felt bigger, not by a lot, but enough that you could feel the difference.

"W-Will?" you guessed nervously.

"Good job, baby," your boyfriend praised. A hand squeezed your thigh, but you weren't sure whose it was.

A second later, Will pulled out of you and all of the stimulation was gone.

"Gotta guess whose mouth it is now, baby," Mack told you.

You heard some shuffling, then felt a tongue lick a fat stripe through your folds. As soon as you felt his mouth start sucking on your clit, your hands flew to the hair of the boy between your legs. You instantly knew by the feeling of the curls between your fingers that it was Will.

"Will!" you moaned loudly.

Macklin chuckled, but Will's efforts didn't falter, and you didn't hold back your sounds of pleasure.

"Oh my god," you gasped, your back arching off the bed.

"Alright, that's enough," your boyfriend announced, and suddenly the warmth of Will's mouth disappeared.

Before you could even react, large hands grabbed your hips and flipped you over so you were laying face down.

"On your knees," Mack instructed.

You did as he said, bracing yourself with your forearms on the bed.

"Fuck," you heard Will groan behind you, followed by a short laugh from Macklin.

The mattress shifted again and you took a deep breath to prepare yourself. The intrusion of a dick inside you made you gasp again.

"Mack," you whined immediately, "y-you. It's you, Mack."

"Good girl, baby," the pride in his voice was clear as he gave a few thrusts into you, "you know me so well, don't you?"

"Mhm," you nodded, moaning as he hit your g-spot.

Have gave two more thrusts and then pulled out. You whined loudly at the loss, your pussy clenching down around nothing.

"So needy," you heard Will laugh.

"Sit back," Macklin told you, guiding you to sit up on your knees, "stay there for a second."

There was more shuffling and then you were being pulled up the bed until you were straddling someone's hips. You gasped when you felt the boy's tip rub through your folds.

"Go ahead, sit down on it," your boyfriend permitted. 

So you sunk down, sighing in pleasure as the hard length slipped further and further inside of you until you were fully seated. You squirmed, appreciating how full you were, but feeling desperate for more. A few seconds of quiet whining passed before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing. 

"Um," you took a deep breath to try and focus, "Will, it's Will."

"Good girl," the words came from Will this time.

"You gonna ride him, baby?" Mack's presence startled you, his chest suddenly pressed against your back and his lips brushed your ear as he spoke.

You didn't need to be told twice. You leaned forward slightly, bracing yourself with your hands against Will's abdomen as you started with little bounces. Your boyfriend's hands gripped your waist and supported you to help you move faster.

"Oh fuck," Will moaned under you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, "so fucking good."

"You hear that?" Mack whispered, "you're doing such a good job making him feel good." One of his hands slid forward and down your body until his fingers were pressed against your clit.

"Babe," you gasped. Your nails dug into Will's skin as Macklin rubbed firm circles over your most sensitive spot.

Without your sight, you felt hyper aware of all the other sensations happening; the sounds of the three of your moans filling the room, the feeling of Will's tip nudging against your g-spot, and the weight of Macklin's boner against your ass. He was grinding against you, his precum smearing across your skin.

It wasn't long before you felt your climax approaching.

"M-mack-lin," you grunted out.

"You close, baby?" he whispered in your ear, "gonna cum all over Will's cock? Get him all messy?"

You nodded eagerly, whining even louder.

"Go ahead, pretty girl," he encouraged. 

Your head fell back onto his shoulder and you cried out his name as your orgasm racked through your body. You clenched down around Will's length, which made him moan, his hands now caressing your thighs. 

Mack worked you through your orgasm, whispering sweet words in your ear as he did. Once he deemed you ready, he helped you climb off of the other boy and laid you down on the bed. It took a minute for them to get readjusted, so you took the time to catch your breath, knowing you were far from done since neither of them had cum yet. 

You weren't expecting the sudden push of someone's dick inside of you when it happened. It made you cry out, and your sounds only got louder when whoever it was started thrusting into you roughly without any preamble. 

"Who is it?" you heard Will's voice.

"Uh-" you whimpered. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think, but your efforts felt fruitless. The feeling of whoever it was fucking into you was too distracting, it was too much, your mind felt like it was melting. 

"C'mon," Macklin's voice came next, "you can feel who it is, can't you, baby?"

You really couldn't tell right now. You couldn't feel who it was. All you could feel was the pleasure of being fucked so roughly, your back rubbing against the comforter under you each time your body was shoved upward on the bed. You realized you were just gonna have to guess.

"Will?" you choked out.

"Oh, baby," Macklin's body was suddenly pressing down on top of you, and that's when you realized it was him inside of you, "you can't even recognize your own boyfriend's dick inside you? What a shame."

His lips connected with yours in a deep, aggressive kiss.

"Mack," you gasped when he pulled back. 

You reached out to try and grab him, but before you could, he moved off of you, pulling out of you and leaving you empty again.

"I'll just let him fuck you then," his voice was condescending, "since you think I feel like him anyway."

You wanted to argue, to shake your head and beg your boyfriend to fuck you, but you didn't have time. Will was already inside of you, pounding into you just as aggressively as Mack had been. As he fucked you, you felt the bed shift and knew the younger boy must have been repositioning himself. Your thoughts were confirmed when you felt him press against your side and start kissing your neck.

"He fucks you so good, doesn't he?" he growled, "you like when Will fucks you, huh?"

You whined.

"Answer me," he demanded, "do you like it when Will fucks you, baby?"

"Y-yes," you whimpered, "so g-good."

"Do you like it better than when I fuck you?" he grunted out, "you think he feels better than me?"

"No," you cried out immediately, "no, no, not b-better than you, Mack. Nothing better than you."

"Good girl," he bit your ear.

Will's grunts had been getting louder throughout the conversation and you could now feel his movements getting sloppier. A second later, you felt him pull out, then heard him groan your name loudly, and suddenly there were ropes of hot cum landing on your skin. 

"My turn again," Mack announced before he was crawling over you.

You felt the older boy's hand running through your hair as your boyfriend started fucking into you again. The touch was gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to the aggressive way Macklin was thrusting into you. 

"Mack," you moaned.

He laughed, his hands gripping your thighs, "you're gonna cum again, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes," you gasped, "please, babe."

There was a short pause and you imagined him nodding before he spoke, "yeah, babe. Come on, let me feel it."

You clenched down tight around Macklin's cock as your second orgasm hit you like a truck. Your throat hurt instantly from the way you screamed your boyfriend's name, your nails digging into the skin of his biceps.

"Oh, fuck," you heard him moan.

He gave a few more thrusts to work you through it, then pulled out of you. A second later, you felt his hot cum painting your skin next to Will's.

"Good job, baby," he praised gently as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, "just one more thing to guess, okay?"

"Hm?" you hummed in confusion, lost as to what else he might want you to guess.

But then there was a finger in your mouth, and the salty taste of cum hit your tongue.

"Whose is it?" Mack asked.

"Yours, Mack," you mumbled around the finger. 

"Good, baby, you got it," he kissed your temple, "you wanna taste Will too?"

You nodded and a new finger pushed between your lips. The salty taste hit you again and you let yourself sigh in satisfaction.

"Fuck," Will groaned, "you've got such a sweet one, don't you, Mack?"

"Oh, yeah," Macklin agreed easily.

"Such a good girl," Will whispered in your ear, then pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Hey, baby,” his smile faltered when he saw your expression, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, your exhaustion clear in your voice, “just had a bad day.”

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, because of course he would. He was always so sweet and attentive like that.

You shook your head, knowing yourself well enough to know that discussing these kinds of things wouldn’t help.

“Okay,” there was still a slightly concerned look on his face, “can I just hold you? Would that help?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, you just moved to him and collapsed into his arms. He caught you easily, wrapping his arms tight around you.

“I got you, babe,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “do you need anything else before we go lay down?”

“Advil,” you mumbled, still desperate to get rid of your headache.

Nick kept a secure arm around you as he led you into the kitchen. He retrieved two pills and refilled your water bottle. You couldn’t help but smile a little when he helped you take the pills and held the water bottle up to your lips so you could take a drink.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled down at you, “you’re welcome.”

Another kiss was planted to the top of your head and then he was leading you down the hallway and into the bedroom.

“I love you,” the words slipped from your mouth easily as your boyfriend pulled you under the warm sheets with him.

His lips met yours in a soft kiss, “I love you too.”

You tucked your head into his chest and let your eyes slip closed. He tightened his hold on you, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

You didn’t even realize that you fell asleep until you woke up to a dark room and an empty bed. After stretching out your limbs, you looked over at the clock and realized two hours had passed. Just then, the smell of food hit you, a smell so wonderful that your mouth started watering. You immediately got up from the bed and headed for the kitchen to investigate.

The sight you found stopped you dead in your tracks.

Your boyfriend, who you’d never actually seen cook before, was plating what appeared to be your favorite meal. It took him a few seconds to notice your presence, but once he did, his face broke out into a smile.

“Hey, sleepyhead. You hungry? I made your favorite.”

For a second, all you could do was stare at the plates of food on the counter in front of him. Your favorite dish sat there, seemingly perfectly prepared.

You finally looked up at him, your eyes wide and teary, “Nick,” you whispered his name in complete awe.

His face fell, “what? Is this not your favorite anymore?”

“No, it’s-” you laughed tearfully, “it looks perfect, it’s just… you’re so sweet. You really did this just for me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “of course I did. It really wasn’t even that hard, you have the recipe bookmarked in your cookbook.”

You smiled, “I love you so much.”

“Come here,” he pulled you into his arms, “I love you too,” the kiss he gave you was deep and tender, “let’s eat, yeah? You can tell me if I did a good job cooking.”

The two of you sat down at the table and Nick set a plate in front of each of you.

“Try it,” he encouraged.

You could tell by the way he was sitting there that he was eager to get your reaction to his cooking. So, with a smile, you picked up your fork and took a bite. His eyes stayed glued to your face as you chewed, watching for any hint of what you were thinking.

He saw the exact moment your eyes lit up and your smile transformed from curious to excited, “you like it?” he asked curiously.

You nodded, swallowing the bite, “it’s perfect, babe,” you licked your lips, “thank you so much for this. You’re so thoughtful.”

“You’re welcome,” he shook his head a little, “but it’s really nothing.”

You leaned across the table to plant a wet kiss on his cheek before you both continued eating.

After dinner, he insisted on doing the dishes himself, even after you offered to help. So while he cleaned, you moved to sit on the couch and wait for him.

He had that sweet smile on his face when he finally came to sit next to you, “you feeling any better?” He slung an arm around you and pulled your legs across his lap.

“Yeah,” you answered softly, leaning into his touch.

“Good,” he kissed your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too, so much,” you pulled him in for a real kiss, “will you hold me all night?”

“Of course I will.”

He recognized Geno's loud laugh even with his back turned, "he's not get fulfill while away from pretty girlfriend," he enunciated the word fulfill through his thick accent.

The locker room burst out into laughter. Luckily, Ben had his back turned so they couldn't see the way he blushed. A few more chirps were thrown his way before the commotion faded and the guys went back to getting ready for the game.

Just after everything died down, he felt a quick pat on his back, "you have been pretty moody today, kid," he heard Sid say, quietly enough that the other guys couldn't hear, "but don't worry, we go home tomorrow. Just get your head in the game for tonight, alright? We need you sharp out there." Another pat on the back and his captain was gone, presumably to continue with his usual pregame routines.

Ben had to take a few extra deep breaths before going out on the ice, but he managed to keep it together and play a good game.

The next day on the plane, however, was a different story.

He was being a complete and total brat, and he knew it, he just couldn't help it. Every time one of the guys talked to him, he gave a short, clipped response, sometimes even just a grunt or a shrug. Any question he was asked was answered with something sarcastic, annoyed, or whiny. Eventually, they all just stopped acknowledging him, leaving him to pout by himself.

A couple hours later, you were sitting on the couch when the apartment door opened and Ben walked in.

"Hey, babe," you smiled, but before you could even stand up, he was already flopping down on top of you. He'd abandoned his bags by the door and kicked his shoes off next to the couch so he could wrap himself around you.

"I missed you," he breathed the words out as he started kissing your neck.

"I missed you too, sweet boy," you told him, gently playing with his curls.

Before you knew it, your boyfriend was between your legs, tugging at your shorts while his tongue literally hung out of his mouth like a panting dog.

"Aw, are you hungry, puppy?"

His response was an enthusiastic nod. So you helped him get your shorts and panties off, and the second you were completely exposed to him, his mouth was on you.

He slurped at your wetness, his tongue sliding through your folds and over your clit. He ate you out sloppily, his every movement desperate. The sounds in the room were obscene, all loud wet slurping along with the satisfied whines he was letting out.

You didn't even try to hold off when you felt your climax approaching after a few minutes. You just let it take over your body, soft moans falling from your lips as you came.

Not even five minutes later, he had his own clothes shed and was pushing his throbbing hard dick into you. The whimper he let out as he bottomed out made you smile and wrap your arms around him.

“You missed me so much, didn’t you, puppy?”

Ben could only nod as he tucked his face into your neck.

“My poor boy,” you scratched his scalp gently, “so needy and horny, but you didn’t have mommy there to help you, huh?”

“Mommy,” he whined. His hips moved desperately, thrusting into you erratically to chase his high.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you kissed his temple, “but you have me now. I’m here to make you feel good.”

“Feel so good, mommy,” he spoke against your skin.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, and for a second you worried about the awkward position the two of you were in on the couch, but Ben didn’t seem to care, so you didn’t mention it. He was still fucking into you like your vagina was his lifeline, breathing in your scent like it was oxygen.

“Such a good puppy,” you whispered breathlessly, encouraging him, “are you gonna cum for me?”

He nodded against your neck once again and seconds later you felt his thrusts get faster.

“Mommy,” he gasped, “can I? Please!”

“Go ahead, puppy,” you purposefully clenched down around him in hopes of pulling his orgasm from him, “show mommy how much you missed me.”

He came almost instantly. A broken whimper slipped from his lips and he stilled deep inside of you. Hot cum painted your insides and you let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing your boy’s back to work him through it.

Once he caught his breath, you helped him up from the couch and led him back to the bedroom.

For the rest of the night, he wouldn’t get off of you, not that you wanted him to. You loved that he missed you so much when he went away, and you especially loved that he wasn’t shy about showing it.

The next day, Ben walked into the locker room before morning skate with a beaming smile. His teammates noticed and he was immediately ambushed with chirps and questions about getting laid the night before. But through it all, his smile was unwavering. No amount of teasing could ruin your puppy’s mood.

"Hm?" he hummed in acknowledgment, though he didn't bother to look at you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but ended up just letting out an almost pathetic little whine and turning away from him.

He didn't acknowledge you further, just kept lying there with his eyes closed. From an outside perspective, it probably looked like he didn't care, like he was being neglectful or ignoring you. But you knew that was far from the truth. You knew that your boyfriend was completely in tune with you and your body. He knew exactly what you were feeling and what you wanted, ignoring it was just part of the game.

The tears forming in your eyes were just part of the game too, along with the heat spreading through your body.

After a while, you grew restless, your hips squirming under you. Connor huffed and finally looked up at you.

"Use your words," he reminded you firmly.

"Can't wait anymore, Connor. Please," you choked out.

He adjusted his position until he was in the middle of the bed, his head propped up on the pillow.

"Come here," he told you, gripping your waist and guiding you to straddle his hips, "tell me, baby. Say it."

"I have to pee," you blushed a deep red, "can't hold it any longer, daddy."

"Good words, baby," he nodded slightly as his eyes traveled over your body.

You were wearing a tight black tank top that showed off your cleavage as well as your midriff, and tiny little black shorts, that might as well have just been boy short underwear.

"Such a little slut," he growled and his hands gripped your thighs tightly, "you're gonna piss yourself? Gonna get us all wet and dirty?"

You nodded and he smirked.

"Go ahead, baby," he muttered, "let go for daddy."

Your blush spread from your face, down your neck, and to your chest as you sighed and let yourself start peeing. The warm liquid quickly soaked through your shorts and into Connor's sweatpants. He watched with a cocky grin as your piss turned the light gray fabric of his pants to a dark color.

"That's it, baby," he licked his lips, "such a beautiful, filthy slut."

You ducked your head and whined, squirming in his lap as you continued to pee.

"So fuckin' dirty," he grunted.

When you were finally done, Connor pulled you down into a heated kiss. His tongue explored your mouth dominantly and his hands moved to your ass, his fingers playing over the wet material of your shorts.

Eventually, he flipped you over so you were flat on your back and he sat back on his knees.

"My turn."

Before you could ask what he meant, he was pulling his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his still mostly soft dick. He aimed it right at your stomach and you gasped when his hot piss met your skin.

He let out satisfied groans as he directed his stream all over your body, adding to the wetness of your shorts and soaking your previously dry tank top. His eyes stayed glued to wherever he was peeing on you, watching with unconcealed interest as the liquid dripped down your skin. He especially loved watching his piss drip between your tits, and he had no care for the fact that the sheets were getting wet under you and would need to be changed before the two of you could sleep.

"You're fucking disgusting," he groaned as he let the last of his stream spray onto your face, "look at you."

He gripped you by the chin, his thumb and forefinger digging into your cheeks. For a few minutes, he just stared at you. You squirmed under his intense gaze, but he didn't care, he wouldn't let anything stop him from admiring you right now.

"My filthy little slut," he patted your cheek, the touch not quite hard enough to be considered a slap, but aggressive enough to hurt in the most satisfying way, "so beautiful."

His dick was fully hard now, standing proudly against his pretty happy trail. He turned his attention from your face down to your thighs where he now gripped the damp skin. His hands moved up until he reached the little shorts you were still wearing.

You were expecting him to pull the shorts down, but instead, much to your shock, he gripped them with a hand on each side of the seem that ran over your crotch and tugged them apart until they fabric ripped right along the seem. You gasped and your eyes shot up to look at his face. He was biting his bottom lip, his gaze focused completely on your now exposed pussy.

"No panties?" he groaned, "such a fucking whore."

"Daddy," you gasped, gripping onto his forearms, "please."

"Tell me what you want," he ordered.

"F-fuck me. Please, daddy. Need you."

He smirked, "good girl."

Without bothering to undress either of you further, he slid his length through your wet folds a few times, then pushed into you. You both moaned as he slid all the way inside you.

"So tight," he grunted.

He didn't wait any time at all before he was thrusting in and out of you at a punishing pace. Your grip on his arms tightened and he moaned in response.

"Fuck, baby. Such a filthy slut, covered in piss and taking my cock like this. You feel so good."

His words increased your pleasure and you could already feel the heat building in your stomach. Apparently, your boyfriend could feel it too.

"Cum for me, baby," he said, "make an even bigger mess of yourself."

He reached down to rub your clit and your orgasm hit you instantly. You cried out in pleasure as you squirted, your juices spraying onto your skin and his, adding to the mess on the sheets.

"Atta girl," he praised with a smirk, his thrusts never faltering.

He continued fucking you, pounding into you repeatedly. Your body grew more and more sensitive with each thrust. Tears formed in your eyes as the overstimulation started to hit you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, whimpering as he fucked you.

He picked up the pace, fucking into you faster and harder.

"C'mon, baby," he grunted, "give me another one."

"I- I can't," you choked out.

"Yes you can," he insisted, "you can do it. Just one more."

His fingers met your clit once again, rubbing firm circles on the already over sensitive bundle of nerves. You cried out again, which made his smirk widen.

"There you go," he nodded, "be a good slut and cum for me again."

"Fuck," you whined, your legs shaking as you felt your second orgasm approaching rapidly.

"That's it, baby," his hand that wasn't working your clit rubbed your side gently, "let it happen."

"Connor!" you screamed. Your back arched off the bed and you clenched down around his dick, countless moans falling from your lips.

"Oh fuck," your boyfriend groaned, "good girl."

Once he'd worked you through your orgasm, he quickly pulled out of you and wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking himself off until he came with a moan of your name. His cum splattered across your ripped shorts, adding to the mess he'd made of you.

He sighed and fell forward against you, capturing your lips in a loving kiss.

"Baby," he spoke between kisses, "look at you. My pretty, sweet, perfect, beautiful, dirty, little slut."

His words made you giggle into the kiss, "babe," you shoved at his chest.

"What?" he smiled, feigning innocence and confusion, "I'm just telling the truth."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "can you stop being a jerk and clean me up now?"

He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "of course, baby."

It took a half an hour to get both of you cleaned up and new sheets put on the bed, but Connor kept you close to him the whole time; and once everything was done, he pulled you into his arms under the sheets and whispered sweet praises to you until you fell asleep against his chest.