Ruin The Friendship [ dreamwastaken x reader ]

25 | one kiss (s)

This chapter contains adult content.

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There's another moment of silence where I just cradle Clay's head as we both come down from the emotional high. I'm honestly... exhausted. Still, I lean back and laugh.

"That was intense." I say, a smile breaking my expression.

Clay snorts a laugh in return, snapping his focus back to his PC. "Yeah. But it was needed." He mumbles back.

I turn in his hold, facing his computer with him, lounging in his lap. I like it a lot more now that it doesn't feel like I'm about to combust or burst into tears.

"Fuck were we even doing?" He asks, sounding lost.

I tilt my head back into his chest, looking up at his face. "I was building a portal and you were trying to get knuckle deep." I say, deadpan.

Clay hums. "Oh. That sounds about right." He says, then chuckles, stuffing his hand back up my shirt.

I giggle, happily squirming, letting him. His hand pauses on my ribcage, just below my breast, fingertips dragging across my skin teasingly light.

"Well c'mon. Hold up your end of the deal. Play the game." He says, sounding smug.

"Clay—" I warn, breath hitching.

He leans in next to my ear. "I wanna see you do a full portal." He says low, quiet.

I let out a breathy moan, nodding. "You're so stupid..." I mumble back, but manage to lean forward enough to start playing again.

The second I start clicking Clay's hand drifts up, fingertips brushing over my nipple to tease it. I didn't expect it to feel different, but somehow, it does.

Clay's touch feels different, grounding almost. I know he's probably going to fuck my brains out in a few minutes, but it doesn't make me feel embarrassed. It just makes me feel happy, safe, taken care of.

I rock my hips back into his lap and get the small moan in return that I wanted. His hand immediately gets more aggressive, pinching my nipple, cupping my breast. The game is immediately forgotten, hands moving just to brace myself.

I can feel Clay's breath as he presses in where the bend of my shoulder meets my neck and scrapes with his teeth. I shiver in his arms, letting out a small moan of my own.

"The portal, baby." Clay chastises, and I can feel his stupid smile against my skin.

I blink my eyes hazily, trying to spare some attention to the game for whatever reason Clay is making me. This should've only taken a few seconds, really, but it's difficult to focus.

I keep grinding my ass in Clay's lap, feeling that he's definitely hard under me.

"You're seriously trying to fuck me..." I start, pausing to moan and breathe, "Posted up in the— ah—"  Clay pinches my nipple hard enough to hurt, then dips his hand lower, dragging it along the sensitive skin of my stomach.

My eyes flutter, threatening to close. I find my voice again.

"Posted up in the gamer chair while you force me to play Minecraft?" I ask aloud, humor of the situation not escaping me.

"Yeah." Clay mumbles out, pausing only to lick at my skin. "Something wrong with that?"

My breath hitches, hips rocking back again. "Guess not." I say back.

"Spread your legs for me, baby." He says, soft, fingers resting incredibly low on my abdomen, just waiting.

Surprised, I notice I have my legs clenched tight and let them relax. I rock my hips again, everything feeling warm and lax as my thighs part.