riding sapnap's thigh - sapnap x reader (dream and george join at some point)
CONTAINS: dom!sapnap, dom!dream, dom!george, degradation, some nice aftercare at the end.
sapnap was on call with dream and george in his room, leaving you all alone, desperate and whiny and grinding against your hand in the living room. it wasn't enough to get you off.
it was fine, you thought. he'd be off soon and you'd be able to climb him like a tree, feel him inside of you, scratch his back as he digs deeper and deeper and--
yeah, fuck that. you need him now.
you open the door to his room wearing nothing but one of his hoodies. he glances at the door, smiling at the sight of you, and then face dropping when he sees your bare legs. his eyes are immediately filled with lust at the sight of you, your face flushed, hair unkempt, slick already between your thighs. he can tell you need him. he's not going to make you wait any longer.
he motions you to come forward, and you silently slide up against him, feeling a little shy and eager and just wanting him inside of you already.
he pats his thigh, grinning cockily at you, and then he brings a finger to his lips to tell you to be quiet. when you look, he's still on with dream and george, who are screaming through his headphones to grab his attention.
"sorry," sapnap says, helping you slide against his leg. you almost keen, head thrown back, feeling him rub against you and hit that nice spot. god, you're so wet that he can feel your slick against his shorts. another few tugs at your hip has them riding up, and that skin-to-skin contact has you falling forward and gasping loudly.
"what the hell?" dream asks through the call. "what was that?"
sapnap scoffs, halting your hips and letting you moan loudly against his throat. "y/n's being a little slut, as usual. can't keep her fucking mouth shut while she uses my thigh." he brings a hand down to rub against your clit, leaving you whining and calling out his name as embarrassment fills you. "isn't that right, bitch?"
you nod, gulping down air greedily as george and dream join in on the degrading. he still keeps you against him, not moving, and when you try to move he pinches your clit and has you screaming out his name.
"please, please, please," you babble, crying hard, feeling so overwhelmed and edged and needing to cum. "please, i'm sorry, I'll be good, I swear, p-please--"
"let her cum," george says, and while sapnap is irritated that he thinks he can tell him how to make you feel good, he starts gliding you against him again, bouncing his knee, rubbing your clit.
when you cum, you cum to the three men degrading you, sapnap abusing your clit and dream and george urging you to get off. you slump against him, whining, biting into his shoulder, crying, begging, thanking him.
he shushes you as he ends the call, one hand smoothing down your back and the other scraping against your scalp comfortingly. "i'm sorry I neglected you this morning, baby, I'll make it up to you. how does that sound? you want me inside of you?"
you nod, babbling, and keen once more as he slides you off of his thigh and onto the bed.
it's safe to say that you cum half a dozen times more.
