#sapnapsmut

You had spent the day trying to get under Clay’s skin. The reason you did this was simple, you just wanted to. He hadn’t done anything to provoke you; you just wanted to see how far you could take it.

It started first thing in the morning, you woke up as the little spoon next to Clay, so you of course did some “readjusting” which consisted of you grinding against his crotch. You felt him harden against you as he slowly woke up, putting a hand on your hip and kissing your neck. You turned to face him and gave him a kiss on the lips, followed by a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. You quickly excused yourself by saying you had to take a shower.

Clay wanted to sleep in after that, so you decided to make the house breakfast. You decided to put on some music and whipped up some waffles, bacon, and grabbed some strawberries. Nick came out to the kitchen while you were cooking. You figured Clay had to wake up sometime soon, and you and Nick always had a flirty friendship. Considering he had literally just rolled out of bed, Nick only had on a pair of gray sweatpants. This was typical as you sleep over there often so you’re all pretty comfortable together. His hair was messy and he was still yawning. You smiled at him.

“Anything I can do to help?” You put a hand on your hip and look up at him. You look at the counter and think about what task you could assign him. After scheming in your head for a second, you decide to make him cut up strawberries. The waffles and bacon were practically done, so you knew you would finish your jobs at the same time. You went to the fridge and grabbed syrup, butter, and whipped cream. Nick started setting out plates for the three of you. You guys figured you’d set the food out and go wake up your boyfriend to join you for breakfast.

Nick worked on his plate as you worked on Clay’s. The two of you had been joking around, singing along to the songs, and dancing. Nick grabbed the whipped cream for his waffles and attempted to spray it on his waffles but due to build up in the tip of the can (because, at the end of the day, they are boys in their early 20s) the can sprayed whipped cream on your arm. You pretended to get offended and grabbed the can out of his hands, spraying it on him. The two of you were laughing loudly when Nick stole the can back to spray it on you again when your boyfriend walked into the room, rubbing his eyes. He practically froze in place at the scene. You attempted to laugh it off as you handed the plate to your boyfriend and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. The three of you ate together, it was comfortable but you noticed when Clay’s gazes stayed on you for a little too long.

The combination of the two things that happened in the morning and then little things throughout the day had Clay visibly frustrated by the time you guys were ready to call it a night. You had worn a tight crop top without a bra and sweatpants where your underwear laid higher on your hips than the waistband was. You caught him staring at the red strings on your hips multiple times throughout the day. He noticed when you would take a little longer to pick something up, or how you stretched extra wide while you did some yoga. You noticed how his fists clenched when you, him, and Nick were watching TV in the living room and you rested your feet on Nick’s lap. You weren’t sure if you were excited or scared for what was going to take place in his bedroom in a few minutes.

After the show ended, Nick picked your feet up off of him and stood up. “Sorry darlin’, I’m ready to hit the hay.” Nick yawned as he started walking towards his room, “Goodnight guys.”

You and Clay responded with “Goodnight, Nick!” simultaneously. As soon as his door closed behind him, Clay grabbed your thigh aggressively.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” His voice was low as he enunciated his words.

You looked at your boyfriend blankly, planning on keeping up an innocent and dumb act for as long as you could. “What are you talking about?” You looked down at his hand, “That hurts.”

Clay laughed out loud at the last part, “It hurts?” He squeezed your thigh a little harder, “You don’t even know, honey.” His gaze met yours. “If you know what’s good for you, cut the shit.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the smirk from appearing on your face, “You’re overreacting, Clay. I don’t know what your problem is but don’t take it out on me,” You rolled your eyes and stood up, starting towards his bedroom, “join me when you’re done bitching.”

You felt his eyes burning into your back as you walked away. Your face scrunched up in anticipation of what he was going to do to you once he followed you into the room. You had just crossed through the door into his room when you heard him get up from the couch. His footsteps were heavy behind you. You sat down on the bed as he entered the room, and he closed the door with force.

“What are you trying to do, bunny?” His voice was calm, which is worse than it would be if it was angry.

Your breath catches in your throat, “Uh, nothing?” you weren’t confident anymore.

He laughs and steps towards you, “I’m going to give you one chance,” he started, “ONE chance to admit you’re trying to piss me off on purpose, and then I might go easy on you.” Your eyes widened at his words, you almost gave in but realized if you gave in now, your day’s work was wasted. Clay’s arms were crossed in front of his chest as he waited for your response.

“I’m not doing anything, Clay. You’re seriously overreacting.” You involuntarily held your breath as the last word left your lips. You bit the inside of your bottom lip as you waited for his next move. His tongue poked the inside of his right cheek and he scoffed.

“Really?” He said, “I’m overreacting?” He grabbed your chin and forced your gaze to meet his, letting his hand fall back to his side after you made eye contact. “So, you didn’t purposely make me hard first thing in the morning,” His hands began unbuckling his belt, “and you weren’t flirting with Nick while he was half naked,” he ripped the belt off of his waist and began feeding the belt through its own buckle, creating makeshift handcuffs, “and you aren’t showing your thong on purpose,” he grabbed your throat and forced you to stand up, this action being followed by him turning you around and forcing your wrists into the handcuffs he just created, “and you just happened to not wear a bra.” He pushed you back onto the bed, you laid flat. “I bet you liked Sapnap staring at you, didn’t you?” You took note of the fact that he called him Sapnap instead of Nick.

“Clay, I-” “Shut the fuck up. You don’t get to talk.” Your boyfriend cut you off. You stared at him, speechless. “I bet you loved having his attention all fucking day,” Clay practically ripped your pants off of you, one of his hands immediately going for your clothed cunt. “You’re wet through your fucking panties.” He slapped your pussy, earning a yelp out of you.

“Please, Clay. I’m–” He cuts you off, “Don’t call me that.” You flash back to the other day when your boyfriend admitted he wanted to be called Dream in bed. When he told you this it ignited something inside of you, like you’ve always wanted to call him Dream but hadn’t realized it. You felt a smile sneak its way onto your face. Now he actually rips your top off, “You’re what? You’re sorry? Too fucking late.” You had never seen him act like this.

He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a vibrator. He turned it on to the lowest setting and laid it on your clit, leaving your underwear on. “Maybe I should get sap in here. Make him watch you as you lay there, helpless. And you’ll just have to take it.” You whimpered at his words. “Yeah, you’d like that, huh?” A deep laugh escaped his lips.

He only sat the vibrator in your underwear, so the lack of actual contact was driving you crazy. “Please.” You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Please what?” His cheeks and nose were red. You couldn't tell if it was caused by anger or if he was blushing.

Actually saying it felt weird, the two of you always did power play, you usually called him words like sir. It was different since he really was Dream. Your boyfriend’s ego is huge, which can be a bad trait, but it also makes his confidence so sexy.

“Please, Dream.” You followed with a huff. He followed with a laugh.

“Please, Dream,” He mocked you, “that’s pathetic.” He grabbed you by the hips and stood you up, “Get on your knees.”

As you kneeled, you felt a wave of slick leave your body. You, again, whimpered involuntarily. Dream took off his shirt first, making you wait as you’re eye level with his hard cock.

“You’re fucking unbelievable, y’know that y/n?” He unbuttoned his pants. “If you want me to be rough with you, all you have to do is ask.” His long fingers pulled his zipper down. “But no, you have to be a fucking brat. For some reason you think you have to slut yourself out in front of my roommate to get what you want. When have I ever denied you what you wanted?” In one swift motion, he ripped his shorts and boxers off together, followed by him grabbing your hair. “Open.”

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He slapped his dick on your tongue a few times as he kept a hold of your hair, then he forced his length into your mouth. You scrunched your eyes closed and focused on keeping your throat open. His entire cock was in your mouth, your nose was touching his stomach. His head was thrown back, thinking only about how good your mouth felt wrapped around him. You gagged around him and he pulled your hair back.

“Can’t take me? Am I too much for you?” His hand left your hair to deliver a light smack across your face. He got down on his knees to your level. “What’s wrong, princess? Use your words,” You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. “that’s what I thought.” He grabbed your hips and picked you up again, throwing you onto the bed.

You looked at Dream’s body in awe; he was beyond beautiful. The way his biceps flexed when he reached for the back of his neck to rub it while he looked down at you, thinking about what his next move was. He climbed on top of you and started sucking on your neck, to which you responded with a loud moan.

“You’re such a slut,” he said in between kisses, “so desperate for me to touch you.” His right hand reached for your vibrator and turned it on to a low buzz, placing it into your underwear again. His hand left your underwear and traveled up to your chest, alternating between playing with your nipples and kneading your tits. He sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys that would definitely be visible to anyone who sees you. His mouth continued down your body, stopping to suck and lick on your nipples. The combination of the vibrator, stimulation to your nipples, and Dream’s words had you close. For a split second you thought about cumming without telling him, but decided you couldn’t handle whatever that punishment would bring.

“Dream, I’m close.” You were surprised at your ability to speak. He responded by immediately snatching the vibrator off of your body, robbing you of your orgasm. Your back arched in frustration, you tried bringing your thighs together for some type of friction but the leg Dream had in between yours kept you from making contact with yourself.

“Do you deserve to be fucked?” You were embarrassed with how quickly you nodded. He chuckled at your neediness.

“I don’t know if you do,” He finally pulled your underwear down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down your folds, “you’re so fucking wet.”

You tried to get out of your restraints to no avail. “Dream, please. I’m sorry for fucking with you all day. Please fuck me, I need you so fucking bad.”

Dream fake-pouted at you, “Please Dream, please fuck me,” He mocked you. “Luckily for you, I’m getting impatient too.” He quickly inserted himself in you, moaning about how wet you were again. All you could think about was how full he made you feel.

He pounded into you with 0 regard to how you reacted to it. He grabbed your neck and applied pressure to either side. You made eye contact with him, his green eyes were overtaken by his pupils and closed tightly every so often.

“Could Sapnap make you feel like this?” His pace didn’t slow at all while he talked to you, “You want his hand around your pretty little throat? You want him to fuck you so good you can’t even think?” His hand left your throat and he stood up straight, his pace still never faltering. His thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing light circles. “Such a dumb bunny. Not a thought behind those eyes. All because of me.”

“Dream, wanna cum.” You tried begging him but nothing else came out. He chuckled.

“Me too beautiful, hold it for me.” His pace started to become irregular.

“Please, please cum in me Dream. Want you to fill me up so bad.” You were desperate for the feeling of his warm seed.

At that, Dream pulled out. You nearly shouted at the loss of contact, your orgasm being ripped from you once again. Before the haze in your brain could clear, Dream jerked himself off onto your stomach. His cum came out in spurts as Dream rode out his orgasm.

“Dream, please, I was so close.” You almost felt like you could cry.

“I bet you were,” His hand left his dick as it began to soften again, “maybe you should’ve thought about that before you were a fucking brat.”

You opened your mouth to speak again when Dream grabbed your hips and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, bending over so his face was level with your cunt. He licked up your slit and took a second to suck on your clit. For a moment, you thought he was going to let you cum after all, but that wasn’t the case. His head raised from between your legs, his right hand laid another light smack on your face as he told you to open your mouth and keep it open. Before you could protest, Dream’s tongue found its way to your stomach. His tongue collected the cum he painted you with. If your mouth hadn’t already been open, your jaw would’ve dropped. After cleaning your stomach up, he lined his face up with yours and spit the contents of his mouth into yours.

“Swallow it, slut.”

You swallowed it immediately, opening your mouth afterwards to show your boyfriend.

“Good girl.” He helped you up and took his belt off of your hands. You rubbed your wrists due to how tight the restraint was. Clay started towards the door to go take a shower.

“Wait, Clay, what about–” He cut you off,

“What, you wanna cum?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You shamefully nodded.

Sapnap laid on his back on the bed with you on top of him. Your hands rested lightly on his chest, feeling his stomach go up and down. His breathing was unstable and he was so tired.

“You can do one more, right?” You asked with a smile on your face.

He was so cute like this. Under you, fucked out, not a single coherent word coming out of his mouth. Cum dripped down your thighs and onto some of his stomach.

You laughed a little at his fucked out form, clenching around him to get anything from him. He groaned, his hands fisting the bed sheets. Pleas and cries left his lips but never being able to form proper words.

This probably isn't the first time Sapnap lets you do something like this. Well, how can he say no when you look so cute going down on him? It's pretty risky considering the fact that he can get pretty vocal, but thankfully he can mute himself from his stream of vc at the same time. It's probably better premeditated so he knows to have his face cam off, but considering the fact that it's rare he uses it, you're never really much at risk. However, not knowing you'll be under his desk, it probably excites him more.

You look at Sapnap through your half lidded eyes, tears running halfway down your face, Sapnap's cock stuffed into your mouth, that could barely fit him in. Your mouth overflowed with spit and a mix of his cum, both running down your chin and onto your chest to the floor. Mainly because you refused to pull away. You hear the faint sound of him muting, he looks down at you, using his fingers to wipe away your tears.

"Doing so good baby.." He says, you moan rubbing your thighs together, he was able to see this.

"You'll get to cum after I'm done here.. I'll have you on the bed with your pussy filled up.. Sound good to you?" He asked, you slowly pull away from his dick. Taking deep breaths.

"Y-Yes Sir.." You answer, trying to keep yourself stable.

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Sapnap groans, passing it off as sounds of frustration from the game. Your tongue swirled around his length, licking up at his tip, before fully taking him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, moans caused vibrations to pass through, allowing for more pleasure to him. You were just hoping that his mic wouldn't catch your moans, especially now that his groans were more consistent. But you were thankful that his friends were as chaotic as they were, because they filled in the silence that the stream would be left in.

He mutes as you began to deepthroat him, he throws his head back, the warmth of your mouth made everything feel better, he just loved the way you worked with your tongue. His hot cum hits the back of your throat, you moan at the feeling your movements coming to a halt. You hear his soft little moans as the last of his seed spurts out. You slowly pulled away from him, opening your mouth up to show him your work. He gives you one of his side smirks, having to look down at you as his back restes against his chair.

"Swallow." He says, grabbing a fistful of your locks. You do as he says, loving the way it runs down your throat. Almost forgetting that you were still partially covered in some in small places of your body. Mainly the ground below you.

"Such an obedient girl.."

He leaves the discord call and types into the group chat quickly before closing tabs.

"On the bed now." He demanded. You quickly get up from your spot on the ground.

"Yes sir."