《mcyt smutshots》vivid dreams
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Sapnap X Reader
TW: wet dreams, humping, morning sex, praise kink, dom sapnap, sub fem reader
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he rammed into you. on the verge of cumming but he held you off until he was able to. you moan loudly, biting your lips and gripping the sheets. he goes for your neck, sucking and biting your sweet spot. you couldn't hold it in anymore, you came on his dick, as he kept thrusting.
"you didn't listen, now you have to wait." he said sternly.
you couldn't even speak, all you let out moans and whimpers. you kept trying to stop, but it just kept going and going. after trying to stop moaning, you bit your lip.
he went in to touch your clit, overstimulating you. he leaned in for a kiss, going faster. you came a second time, but this time with him. he came inside you, filling you up.
you jolted up from bed, gasping and looking around. sapnap was right next to you, sleeping. you calmed down and went to lay down again.
that was just dream, as much as you wanted it to be real, it was a dream. you were obviously soaking wet from it too. you rubbed your thighs together, a body slithering in from behind.
"good morning baby" he spoke, wrapping his arms around you.
"morning sap" you said, as if that dream had never happened.
"how did you sleep y/n?" he asked.
"uh..good" you lied.
you weren't a really good liar. his hand slithered down your body, almost reaching your crotch. you grabbed his hand before he got there, turning around to see a smirk on his face.
"why did you jolt out of bed when you woke up princess?" he asked, kissing your cheek.
you couldn't respond. you simply said, "uh just got a nightmare."
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"you are a really bad liar y/n." he smirked and grabbed your thigh.
"im not lying sapnap." you said, hoping he would believe you.
"y/n, do you realize how loud you moan?" he asked, rubbing your thighs.
sapnap stuck the pin on the head. there was no way out of this now. he had heard you moan through your sleep. i guess that dream was really realistic.
after there was no response, he went in to rub your clit, gasping audibly at how wet you were. you whimpered, biting your lip, trying not to make a sound.
"please sapnap.." you begged.
"if you tell me what the dream was about, then of course." he kept rubbing.
"f-fine..it was about us, you were-" you let out a harsh sigh, from your clit.
"go ahead honey, say it."
"you were fucking me. it was soooo good~" you moaned as he went into your underwear and stuck a finger inside you.
"hmm.. i see" he hummed.
you felt his hard on against your back. you rolled your eyes, thrusting your hips into his now 2 fingers.
as he did, he thrusted his hips into your lower back. he groaned softly, him being next to your ear.
"do you wanna make your dream come true y/n?" he asked for consent.
"yes please sapnap."
"are you sure princess?"
you nodded your head; he got up, removed his fingers from you, to sit in front of you. you spread your legs out, taking off your clothes. he took off his pants and aligned himself.
he slowly entered. he held his spot til you got comfortable for him to move. you gripped the bed frame and nodded, letting him know that your ready.
"you feel so good y/n~" he groaned, going in and out.
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your walls clenched onto his cock. this was almost like the dream, except you didn't want to go too rough. i mean.. its morning, you just woke up.
"ffffffuck~" you moaned, grinding your hips.
he went a little faster, attacking your prostate. you weren't even moaning anymore, you practically screaming. to muffle your screaming, you screamed into a pillow.
"your doing so well y/n, such a good girl." he said.
you couldn't respond, all you did was scream and moan. this was exactly like the dream. you were so close to cumming.
"AH~! IM SO CLOSE" you screamed.
he rammed into you. you bit your lip, covering up your awfully loud moans. it was only 8 o'clock in the morning anyway, your neighbors weren't awake yet. then again, they probably got startled by all of your noises.
"sap, im gonna cum" you moaned.
"go ahead baby" he rammed a bit slower.
you came all over his dick, and sheets. he looked down at his cock in you, covered in your cum. the sheets were soaked with your juices. he pulled out and held you up to cuddle.
"you did so well princess, my good girl." he kissed your forehead.
i guess you can say that your morning started with getting absolutely fucked by your boyfriend, and taking a pill at 9:12 AM. that was quite the morning.
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another post? how rare!
lol im glad i finished this one. its not the best but its good!
[855 words^^]
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