#dinopants

She sits you in the ground without being very careful and you brace yourself instantly, hugging your wet clothes while trembling. Your lips are chipped and your eyes are dry, you can’t see very clearly except the worried expressions of your partners kneeling in front of you. 

“We have to get you out of those clothes, do you hear me?” Diego says, voice a bit louder than usual.

You mumble something back, words all jumbled up like your brain is swimming in cold water. “Don’t… don’t worry…” It comes out weak and slurred. 

Your fingers are too stiff to fight when Hot Pants starts peeling the soaked fabric from your shoulders. Diego is right there too, his hands quick and rough as he tugs your shirt over your head. You shiver harder when the air hits your bare skin, curling into yourself on the tent floor.

They wrap you in every blanket they have, layers and layers that smell like dust and them. For a minute it feels better. Then it doesn’t. The shaking gets worse, deep down in your bones, teeth chattering so loud you can barely hear yourself think.

Diego curses under his breath. “Blankets aren’t enough. She needs skin to skin contact.”

Your foggy mind catches the words and you try to shake your head. “N-no, it’s fine… really.” 

The protest sounds pathetic even to your own ears. They don’t listen anyway. Hot Pants is already shrugging off her top and kicking her pants aside. Diego pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, exposing the lean muscle underneath, then his trousers follow. You catch flashes of skin and your cheeks burn even though the rest of you is freezing.

Hot Pants slides in front of you, pressing her bare chest right against yours. Her skin is so warm it almost hurts at first. Diego slips behind you, his body molding to your back, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you tighter between them. Naked. All three of you. Their heat sinks into your chilled body, spreading slow and deep.

You whimper, mumbling half-formed words against Hot Pants’ collarbone. “Y-you don’t have to…”

“Shut up,” Diego growls softly near your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

His chest is solid against your spine, one leg hooking over yours to keep you locked in place. Hot Pants’ hands rub slow circles on your sides, her breasts soft and warm where they press into you. The contact is everywhere. Skin sliding on skin, their heartbeats thumping steady against your own racing one.

The shivering starts to ease, but something else builds instead. A heated tension curls low in your belly. Diego’s fingers flex on your hip, possessive, while Hot Pants’ thigh slips between yours for better contact. You can feel every inch of them, the way their bodies fit perfectly around yours, bare and close and way too intimate. Your breath hitches when Diego’s lips brush the back of your shoulder, not quite a kiss but close enough to make your pulse jump.

“Better?” Hot Pants whispers, her pink hair tickling your cheek.

You nod weakly, trapped in the delicious heat between them. You end up falling asleep like that, the feeling of them so close and so warm makes your lower belly feel funny, but you decide to ignore it because, well, you’re literally dying. 

The next morning, they’re still in that exact position, Hot Pants with her breasts pressed very close to your face and Diego’s arms moved from your stomach to the underside of your boobs. There’s no place in your skin where you aren’t being touched by them and it’s making you excruciatingly wet. 

You never planned to feel aroused by your partners but in this position, how could you not? They’re naked and they’re strong. Last night you were too busy surviving to think about how you can feel the length of Diego pressing in your ass and Hot Pants’ knee too close to your bare cunt. You breathe out slowly, careful to not wake them up.

Hot Pants stirs right after you, her pink hair messy and her eyes fluttering open. She looks at you for a long second then smirks at you. “Morning,” she whispers, voice rough with sleep. “You stopped shivering.”

You swallow hard. “Yeah… I feel better. But your hands are kind of everywhere.”

She doesn’t pull away, her hand travels all over your side until it reaches your hip. “Complaining?” Her gaze drops lower in your body, sensing exactly how worked up you are. 

You shake your head whispering, “Not at all.” 

The tension from last night never really went away. It just waited until morning to flare up hotter. Without thinking too much, you lean in and kiss her.

Her lips are soft and warm, surprised for half a second before she kisses you back. It starts gentle, but quickly turns deeper, a little desperate. You taste sleep and something sweet on her tongue as her hand slides down your side, gripping your hip to pull you closer. A quiet moan vibrates between you when her thigh presses firmer between your legs, right against your wetness.

You’re so lost in it that you barely notice Diego waking up behind you until his body tenses and his voice comes out husky and amused.

“Well, what do we have here?” he says, lips brushing the back of your neck. His hand moves from your stomach up to cup your breast fully, thumb teasing over your nipple. “Starting without me? Greedy girls.”

Hot Pants breaks the kiss just enough to glance at him over your shoulder, breathing a little faster. “She woke up like this. All hot and needy already.”

Diego chuckles against your skin, pressing his hardening length against your ass as he shifts closer. “Can’t blame her. Not after being squeezed between us all night.” His fingers pinch lightly, making you gasp. “You want both of us, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” you nod, dizzy and overwhelmed. “If you want me too.”

Hot Pants huffs a laugh and she quickly manhandles you so you’re half on top of her, back pressed to her chest (gosh, you can even feel her hardened nipples). She keeps you pinned with an arm around your stomach while using her other hand to open your legs and see how wet you are. 

“Diego, you have to feel this. She’s soaked,” she comments, running her fingers through your folds, making you squirm. 

The blond positions himself between you and Hot Pant’s tangled legs, kneeling close to your pussy so he can also feel your wetness. He gathers it with his fingers before taking them to his mouth, making you gasp. “Diego!” 

“You’re right, Hot Pants, she’s soaked,” he says before making eye contact with you. “Aren’t you embarrassed to be this soaked?”

You blink, your body full of sensations. Hot Pants hasn’t stopped toying lightly with your clit and Diego keeps your knees apart while you can perfectly see his erect cock. 

“I… I um, I don’t know. A bit, I guess…” you pout, looking away to hide the warmth of your cheeks.

Hot Pants chuckles softly behind you. “You’re dripping all over my fingers, silly girl.” She circles your little faster, enough to make your hips twitch. Diego leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your inner knee, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement and lust. 

“Poor thing,” Diego murmurs. “Now you’re shaking for a whole different reason. Cute.”

His hands slide up your body, cupping your tits and squeezing them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden under his touch. He plays with them like he has all the time in the world, rolling and pinching them, laughing when you whine just from that. 

You try to say something back, maybe tell them to stop mocking you, but Hot Pants chooses that moment to push her wet fingers past your lips.

“Suck,” she whispers, firm enough that you do it without thinking. Your tongue swirls around her digits as she slowly fucks your mouth with them, your head is spinning and you’re dizzy, every thought you have flies away with one of their touches. 

Diego watches with hungry eyes, pumping his cock with his hand. “Have you ever had a dick inside you before?” he asks, kneading one of your tits while he lines himself up against your entrance. 

You nod quickly as you mumble around Hot Pant’s fingers. “Yeah, but please be gentle.”

He softens at that. “I will, darling. Relax for me now.” Diego pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open with a groan. 

He’s thick, filling you so perfectly that your eyes flutter shut. Hot Pants keeps her fingers in your mouth, stroking your tongue while she kisses the side of your neck. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Diego breathes out, starting to move in gentle thrusts with his hand gripping your hip to hold you steady. 

“Di-Dieg—mmph!” You try to talk, try to moan their names or say how full you feel, but every thrust makes the words melt away. Diego fucks you so good, steady and deep, hitting that spot inside that makes sparks shoot up your spine. Hot Pants’ fingers push deeper into your mouth, muffling every sound until all you can do is whimper and drool around them.

“Aw, look at her,” Hot Pants says fondly. “Trying so hard to speak but you’re fucking her dumb already.”

Diego laughs softly and leans down to kiss you around Hot Pants’ fingers, messy and heated. “That’s it, you look stunning right now. W-want me to go harder?” 

You nod fast and enthusiastically, body burning between them, brain fuzzy with pleasure. All you can do is moan and tremble, lost in the feeling of being stuffed and touched and teased.

“Can’t even talk anymore, mhm? Are you our dumb girl?” Hot Pants asks close to your ear, waiting for you to not answer. 

And you really try to, but everything that comes out of your mouth are wet whimpers around her fingers. Your eyes are glassy as Diego’s drag of his cock against your walls makes your thighs shake. 

“She’s our favourite dumb girl, right?” Diego teases with a soft laugh, leaning down to bite your collarbone. “So fucking cute.”

You whine loud and broken, hips twitching uselessly as they play with you. Your mind is empty except for the feeling of being full, touched everywhere, completely surrounded by their warm skin and low voices. Hot Pants pulls her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and uses them to rub your clit faster.

“‘M! ‘M!” you cry out, tears running down your cheeks as you feel your orgasm closer. 

“C’mon, pretty,” she coos. “Let us see how loud you can get.”

Diego picks up the pace just a little, still gentle but hitting that spot inside you over and over. Your mouth falls open and you cum hard, loud and whiny and so needy it almost embarrasses you. Your pussy clenches tight around his cock, slick and pulsing while you cry out again and again, voice cracking with every wave of pleasure.

Diego’s breathing gets rougher, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm. “Fuck, I’m close…”

Hot Pants smirks and reaches down to stroke your stomach gently. “Pull out and cum on her stomach and tits.”

Diego groans at the words, pulling out just in time. Hot Pants holds you open for him while he strokes himself fast. Thick ropes of cum land across your belly and breasts in warm spurts, painting your skin as you whimper softly at the sight. You look so wrecked and pretty like that, chest heaving, body marked by both of them.

Hot Pants hums in approval and runs her fingers through the mess, spreading it a little over your tits while Diego catches his breath, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“So pretty,” Diego whispers and now he’s the one who gathers his own cum in his fingers, tapping your mouth so you can taste it. 

“Mmh! Mmph!” He’s salty but somehow tasty in a fucked up way, you lick his fingers clean, rolling your eyes back until he pulls them out.

Diego leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, then your cheek. “You did so good, baby. Took us perfectly.”

You try to answer but only manage a shy little sound. Hot Pants laughs gently behind you and pulls you closer against her chest. “Still too dumb to talk. We really wore her out.”

Hot Pants kisses the top of your head while he cleans your stomach and breasts, whispering little praises the whole time. “Such a sweet girl. Saving us yesterday, letting us take care of you today. You’re ours now, you know that?”

You nod and finally find your voice, even if it’s quiet. “Mhm yes, I want to be yours.”