#dresqueaks

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.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dream let out a noise that can only be described as ‘God, strike me now’. “Just when I thought the crappy punch was the most disgusting thing here,” he snapped, throwing back the last of his beer in hopes of dulling his growing headache. 

George scoffed, downing a swig of his own drink and leaning back against the wall- entirely too close to Dream for his own liking, but he didn’t have much choice. Dream was here for the same reason he was: this was the best spot to watch you dance with your little dorm friends. “Insults? What are we, in middle school? You’re pathetic.”

“... You look good.”

George chuckled at the unspoken question. “Yeah, razor blades in the soap bar is such an amateur move, I almost felt bad for you.” Dream simply clicked his tongue. “Speaking of, I saw your car out front.”

“Neighbor asked how I found such a dedicated mechanic. You really couldn’t get in, cut my brakes, and get out without being seen? Sounds like you’re the amateur.”

“Are you kidding me? I scaled that fence in under ten seconds, easy. In and out in a minute, only thing I didn’t account for was you living next to a damn Karen.”

Dream peeled his eyes off you for the first time that night to raise an eyebrow. “How’d you get in the garage, anyway?”

George let out a snicker as he swirled his drink around in its plastic cup. “Oh, yeah, I had to break open the back window. Might wanna get that fixed, the frame cracked easier than an egg.” 

“You’re such a cocky little bastard. You really think my baby would like such a creep?”

“My darling told me herself how much she likes my ingenuity. What she’d never like is some meathead-”

“Oh, I’m a meathead, am I? Funny, ‘cause she was just telling me she loves my emotional intelligence.”

“Please, you wrote her a few frilly poems- that’s practically nothing compared to how much I’ve helped her with coursework.”

“You just can’t take a hint, can you? I feel bad for you, so I’ll tell you straight: she’s using you. She’d be stupid not to take advantage-”

George’s blade dug into Dream’s side, hidden from the horde of drunks by his sleeve. “Don’t you dare insult her!”

“-of a smarmy, pathetic-”

“Hey, knock it off!”

They both snapped to attention at your beautiful voice, filled with far more resentment than you’d ever used with them. There you were, as gorgeous as ever in your favorite dress, pushing away some drunk, insignificant, unworthy frat boy who dared to touch your perfect body.

“He’s mine,” Dream growled out without a second thought, seeing red as you (always too sweet, too kind) tried to push the insect away gently, only to have him push up against you again. He was already fantasizing about how satisfying it would be to feel the crack of bones under his hand, and how with each fracture he’d reiterate don’t touch what’s mine.

“I’ve got her.” George couldn’t believe how he could let this happen. He should have clocked the drunk as soon as he was within arm’s reach of you. He wanted to blame Dream for distracting him, maybe cut him up a bit to relieve some tension, but that was the easy way out. He should have been watching you, protecting you. This couldn’t happen again.

He came up behind you and wrapped long fingers around your wrist, spinning you to face him. “Hey, luv,” he chirped, covering up the choking sound as Dream wrapped his arm around the bastard’s neck and hauled him away the second your back was turned. 

“Georgie!” He nearly moaned as you wrapped your arms around him, stumbling in your heels and pressing against him for stability. “I didn’t know you were- oh, Georgie, this is-” You visibly blanked when you turned around and the man wasn’t there. “Where’d he go?”

“I think you’ve been drinking too much, darling,” George hummed into your ear, one hand on your waist to keep you steady and against him as the other plucked your cup out of your hand. He took a small, testing sip and felt his blood boil. “That cunt spiked it? He’s gonna fucking wish we turned him in to the cops.”

“Hey,” you slurred with a giggle, hands pressed against his chest giving a tug on his shirt. “That’s mine, silly. I- can I-” You whined when the words wouldn’t come out, crashing your forehead down on his collarbone, snuggling into his neck. God, you were close. Your breath washed over his neck as you sighed, blood rushing through his veins practically under your lips. What he wouldn’t do-

No. He’d gotten distracted once tonight, it wouldn’t happen again.

“Oops,” he mumbled out dryly as he let the plastic cup fall to the floor, giving it a kick to make sure everything spilled out and started soaking into the carpet. He was confident absolutely no one would notice the stain among the others. “Why don’t we get you back to your dorm, and you can have a drink there, okay?” That drink was going to be a bottle of water he personally checked over for tampering, but you didn’t need to know that.

“But I love this song,” you hummed, jerking away from him so suddenly he had to tighten his grip to keep you upright. “Ooh, dance with me, Georgie!”

You moved like sin in that tight dress, but he steeled his nerves and guided you towards the front door. “Let’s dance outside, luv. Come on, this way.” You caught sight of the punch bowl and started changing direction. “No- okay, new plan,” George huffed. He grabbed your hand and twirled you, making you cheer, and promptly threw you over his shoulder.

“Whoooa! I’m so high up, Georgie! You’re so tall!”

“Sure am, darling.” He tried his absolute damnedest to keep his hands respectful. You were going to be sober when he touched you intimately for the first time- sober and begging for it. But your skirt was scooching up with every step, and the only way to stop it was a hand just barely under your ass. He thought if you were having a similar issue with the top and decided he might have to kill everyone there just to make sure they didn’t see you like that and live. Probably only a couple of hundred people in the house who would have to die. He could live with those numbers. Except Dream’s nostrils flared when he saw George carrying you, so he thought he might not live to get the job done. “Drink was salty,” he relayed, and just like that Dream’s anger was put back on the bastard they let get to you.

“Put her down-”

“Dreamy?” You tried to twist around, and it made it harder for George to hold you, so he complied, biting his tongue as you ran into Dream’s chest. “Hi, Dreamy! Georgie and I are gonna dance- dance with us!”

“Oh no, baby, we’re gonna get you home,” he purred, rubbing your back with one hand and yanking your skirt down with the other. “Come on, you can sit up front-”

“Is that safe?”

“Did you fix it since I got at it?”

“I just replaced the brakes yesterday.”

“Did you fuck with anything else?”

George sighed in relief. “Alright. You heard him, luv, go on.”

They watched you falter at his words, spinning around. “You’re coming, too… right?” They looked at each other, wondering how much longer they could be within arms reach without killing each other. “Come on, Georgie-” You gasped, falling against Dream and smacking his chest. “We can have a sleepover! Slumber party! Oh, please, Dreamy, please!”

“How could I say no to you, sweetheart?” “Especially when you say my name so pretty, begging for me so nice.” “Just climb in, baby, we’re gonna have a nice slumber party.”

You fell asleep less than halfway home. Barely stirred as Dream carried you in and George took off your shoes to put you in bed.

“What the fuck are you doing,” George hissed, breath catching in his throat as you groaned in your sleep, but unable to let Dream get away scot-free.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.” Your dorm key was easy to find, one of three things in the tiny purse you took partying, and Dream kept a quick mold kit in his glove box just in case. “Besides, we both know you’re gonna lift this off me, then I’ll strangle you to get it back, etcetera, etcetera.”

“Ooh, that’s a big word for you.” Dream replaced your key and slipped the kit into his back pocket to free up his hands to offer George a double middle-finger salute. “Charming. If you’re done…” He motioned to the door, making sure it was locked behind them. They walked in silence back to Dream’s car, but George broke the peace as he leaned back against the hood. “So what happened to the prick?”

Dream let out a deep sigh, leaning against the driver’s side door. “Couldn’t kill him,” he mourned. “Too many people saw us leave together.”

“He spiked lovely’s drink.” His voice was thick in disgust as he started flicking his knife open and closed- he needed to make something bleed.  

“Broke his nose,” Dream mused like he hadn’t heard. His voice was quiet as he thought back, trying to recall all the cracks he heard. “Dislocated shoulder- left. The arm he kept putting around her. Broke a few toes when I stomped on his foot…” He pulled a student I.D. card out of his front pocket. “And swiped this and a few hundred bucks.”  He let George snatch it, blade glinting in the streetlamp as he started flicking it faster, practicing basic tricks- warming up. Dream watched the blade move with practiced precision, rolling over George’s wrist without the slightest mark left behind. 

“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?”

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.”

“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.

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.”

“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.”

Dream let out a deep sigh through his nose as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, gently working himself up. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes- he’d gotten spoiled. He wasn’t used to doing this alone anymore. He needed to paint a picture.

He could just see you on your knees for him, pressing kisses along his hip like you always did. You’d always look up at him so adoringly, so pretty and innocent even as you jerked him off. He pulled from his memory an image of you with your soft hand wrapped around his cock, making sure every bit of skin you could reach- from his stomach down to his thighs- had been touched by your pretty pink lips. He found the vein that ran down the underside of his cock, tracing it with his fingertip just like you always did until he reached the tip, wrapping his fingers just under the head.

He fucked into his tight grip, trying to imagine he was fucking your throat instead. He imagined the way your eyes would water as he abused your poor gag reflex- you’d take it in stride every time, though, so eager just to taste him and take his cum down your throat that you’d take any abuse he put your body through.

“Take it,” he panted, running his thumb up and down his slit, spreading the dribble of precum that was oozing out. He imagined it was you licking him clean- the way you always did, so gingerly and eager for anything he’d give you. You always kitten-licked him clean, covering him in your spit. You’d only pull away to open your mouth and roll your tongue out, silently begging him until he let a glob of his spit fall into your mouth- you really did want anything he would give you and he adored it.

He let out a strangled moan as he came to the image in his mind of his pretty little doll treating him so well, spilling into the glass he’d grabbed. He tucked his face against his shoulder to muffle his groans, fucking desperately into his fist as he filled the glass until he was so oversensitive it hurt. “There we go,” he muttered to himself, giving his cock a few extra pumps, braving the oversensitivity to make sure he got every drop for you.

Dream took a few moments to calm himself down but quickly pulled his sweats back up around his hips- he couldn’t let you wait too long. He poured his cum into your smoothie, smugly grinning to himself at the sheer volume of pure him that you’d be drinking before he put the lid and straw on the tumbler for you.

He grinned at the sight of you- you looked so perfectly blissed out of your mind, sitting on George’s cock leaning back against his chest wearing nothing but one of the boys’ shirts. “Hey pretty thing,” he cooed, crouching down to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “You’re doing such a good job keeping Georgie warm while he watches his soccer game-”

“Football,”

“Fuck off, George- I made you your favorite smoothie for a little treat.” He smiled as you eagerly grabbed for the cup, slurring out a ‘thank you, daddy’ as he pressed it into your palms. “There you go, baby,” he coaxed as you eagerly began slurping it down- fuck, he was getting hard again. He couldn’t help it with the way you were so happy to suck down his cum, barely masked by a handful of fruits. He’d bet you’d be thrilled if the boys incorporated their cum into everything you ate, filling your tummy with it until you couldn’t take it anymore. He’d probably give up fucking you for the rest of his life if you told him you wanted all his cum down your throat.