#squeakin

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

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

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

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

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

“NO, DON’T COME IN!”

“Calm the fuck down, Sapnap!” 

“I’M NAKED!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yeah!”

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

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

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

“What’s your price?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Only because you answered the door!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Your jersey smells like ass!”

“I WILL GUT YOU!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait until that bastard hears about this.”

“That sounds really good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, you’re pretty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sapnap-” 

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

“You didn’t…”

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

“I’m getting it, quit your bitching!”

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

“What?”

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.

“Don’t get me going.”

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

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

“You’re always hot, sugar,”

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

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

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

“So?”

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

“Why not?”

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

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

“... But it’s messy-”

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

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

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

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

“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.”