dream x reader smut, fluff, and oneshots

3am (smut)

Your throat was dry as you made your way to the kitchen, the only light being the fluorescent microwave timer. 

You glanced at the clock. 3:29 AM. You sighed lowly, grabbing a glass from one of the cabinets. 

God, why did he organize his cabinets this way? Glasses all the way at the top, but fancy dishes at arm's length. 

You chalked it up to the blatant stupidity of men. Dream was no exception. 

You stood on your tiptoes to reach the shelf where he put his glasses. Maybe it was a normal reach for him, but your 5'4" figure struggled to get exactly what you needed, especially in the dark. 

Standing on your tiptoes was also quite an inconvenience as it reminded you of the cold. You were clothed only in one of Dream's old t-shirts and your underwear, so your lower body tensed from the exposure. 

Just as you grabbed the glass, you felt large hands grasp your waist and pull you close. 

You knew who it was without even looking. You even smelled spearmint on Dream's hot breath from when he brushed his teeth only mere hours earlier. You smirked. "Hello there."

"You're up quite early." 

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. You constantly berated him about his terrible sleep schedule. He even called you Mom once because of how often you reminded him. You had to think of an equally clever response. 

"No shit," you said, leaning your body into his. He grunted slightly at this small action, his hands caressing your sides and making their way up your shirt. 

His fingers played with the waistband of your underwear. At this point you had set the glass down. 

Dream spun you around so that you faced him. He leaned against the counter, his eyes roaming your body as he bit his lip. 

You decided you'd had enough of his teasing. You closed the distance between you and him swiftly, kissing him so deeply that he was in shock for a few seconds. 

He eventually leaned into the kiss, moving his hands to the back of your neck to deepen it. 

During this you somehow ended up where he originally was: against the counter. 

He leaned his body against you, and you felt his hard-on through his thin sweatpants. You whined quietly at the familiar feeling and his movements faltered slightly, his breath warm against your neck. 

"Y/n, I-"

You smirked at his broken sentence. "I know, Clay."

He sighed, kissing you much more deeply as you started to lift up his shirt. 

You ran your hands down his bare torso as he sucked on your neck. You had your eyes closed in bliss. 

His warm hands made their way down your body, stopping at your thighs. He played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt before he lifted it up. 

You cooperated, lifting your arms quickly as he slid the shirt off of your body. 

He stared at you for a few seconds. He had seen you naked countless times, but he never got tired of the sight. 

You noticed and looked up at him. "Like what you see?"

Dream nodded. You stepped closer, playing with the drawstring of his sweatpants. 

He groaned under his breath as he watched you. The things you did to him were just insane. 

Once his pants were off, he was clothed only in his boxers. You played with your bottom lip with your teeth as you looked at him. It was your turn to stare now.