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between your thighs

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Dream didn't often obsess over things, but when he did, he fell down the path of obsession hard.

So, when he saw a cute brunet show up to his swimming practice on a Monday evening, he was caught off guard. Dream had never seen the guy before, so he had to be a new addition to the team. He had messy dark brown hair, glittering brown eyes, a cute nose, and pink lips with the most perfect cupid bow he thought he had ever seen.

But if that wasn't enough, Dream thought to himself as his eyes traveled down to his exposed legs, his thighs were probably the most beautiful thing to ever exist on planet Earth.

The way his muscle flexed beneath his pale skin (that hadn't seen the light of day in years, most likely) as he walked down the side of the pool toward where the coach idled around. From where Dream was standing, it looked like he even shaved his legs. That's fucking hot.

Dream watched as his fingers tapped lightly against the side of his thighs while conversing with the coach. He wanted nothing more than to kiss, bite, mark, and squeeze. Oh, what he wouldn't give to have his head between his legs, thighs tightly pressing together as Dream worked—

"—Dream," Dream was basically drooling in his spot beside his best friend, who was nudging his side with a concerned and curious gaze, "are you okay? You're red as fuck."

"Sapnap, er, yeah," Dream gave a weak smile, clearly flustered. Sapnap gave an unconvinced grunt in return and began walking off to where Karl and Quackity stood. The pair were giggling and shoving each other side to side.

Dream spared one last glance towards the pretty brunet (and his stunning thighs, though he tried not to think about it) before following Sapnap.

Practice went by agonizingly slow. Dream could not, for the life of him, get his eyes off of the brunet's thighs. He watched the way his muscles bunched up and released as he pushed off the diving board and into the water. He watched the way his legs kicked when swimming, thighs powering strongly in the water.

Sapnap had teased him about 'eye-fucking' the new guy, or something like that. Dream hadn't been paying much attention. Apparently his coach noticed too, as he caught up to Dream with an irritated huff.

"Dream, what the hell was going on out there?" His coach spoke with a calm tone, though Dream knew he was upset. Dream was one of the best swimmers on their team, tied with Techno, so he was sure seeing him lack during practice was probably disappointing.

Dream rubbed his arm anxiously, purposefully avoiding eye contact, "Lot is on my mind, coach. Sorry."

"It's alright," his coach sighed and let his arms fall to his sides, "you know you can call me Phil, right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright..." Phil took a step back, announcing his departure, "see you on Wednesday."

"Right."

It was Wednesday, but Dream had just walked into his English class. When he took a seat and looked towards the door as more and more students piled inside, he wasn't expecting a specific brunet to shyly make his way to the back of the class.

Almost immediately, Dream's eyes flickered down to his thighs, and damn, today must be the worst day to exist, because he was wearing fucking jeans. Dream held back a groan of disapproval and instead looked away, not wanting to come off as weird (if that hasn't already happened).

It was as if the simple fact of him not being able to see his soft, smooth thighs underneath his jeans ruined Dream's entire mood. He suddenly felt irritated, hands itching to rip those tight, light blue skinny jeans off of the brunet's body.