It's You || Dream x Reader [1]

The Ball

CW // SEXUAL ASSAULT

"Dad's a whore!"

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Dream was the first one awake, which luckily would give him enough time to clean up his face before he showed you what he looked like when you woke up. He looked down at you clinging onto him, your face was buried in his chest, and your arms wrapped around his waist. A small smile tugged itself onto his lips as he ran his fingers through your hair, admiring how you looked while you slept. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead before slipping out of your hold. As much as he wanted to lay there in your arms, he knew he had to get ready.

Once he got out of bed, he made sure that you were covered with your blanket so you wouldn't get cold, then he shuffled to the bathroom rubbing his tired eyes. Dream turned the shower on and stood in front of the mirror, examining his features. He ran his fingertips along each of the scars scattered about on his face from the countless times he fought alongside his mother on her ship. His eyes flickered to his neck, a much longer and more prominent scar lay there. Techno had accidentally mistaken him for a thief when they first met and had almost killed him. Still, with the excellent medical skills in the Empire, he was quickly healed and taken care of.

He sighed softly, taking the tie out of his hair, blond locks fell right below his shoulders. He glanced at the clock, noticing he didn't have much time before you would wake up; he quickly got undressed and stepped into the shower.

Dream was nervous. Only three people had ever seen his face; Technoblade, Kristin, and his mother. He wore the mask because Puffy had many enemies and had him wear it when he was young. It was a way to protect him as a young boy. Eventually, he wore it constantly, albeit the fact that he didn't need to anymore.

After he finished showering, he wrapped a towel around his waist and started brushing his hair out and putting some of it back into a loose bun. His thoughts kept coming back to wondering if you would like how the rest of his face looked; he would hope so, especially after how you reacted the day before. And if you didn't, then oh well. He's had this conversation with Puffy multiple times. She had always assured him that you would like how he looked, even though he constantly doubted it; he hoped that his mother was right.

He brushed his teeth and got dressed in a loose black t-shirt and brown trousers; he didn't bother putting his standard attire on because he'd have to change in a few hours. He left the bathroom and sat down on the bed. He smiled, looking down at you. You looked peaceful, but sadly he had to wake you up. He knew you'd sleep all day if given a chance. Dream rubbed your back and leaned down, whispering, "Princess, it's time to wake up."

You groaned quietly in response, only to bury your face deeper into your pillow. Dream let out a breathy chuckle and lightly rolled you onto your back, taking the pillow from your face. You huffed quietly, keeping your eyes closed in hopes it'd get you back to sleep, but to no avail as Dream started to pepper your face with tiny kisses. As you whined from the kisses, he pulled away, grinning and, you opened your eyes.

"You're not very nice," you mumbled, sitting up and looking at him. He gave you a sweet smile as your cheeks flushed bright pink from the sight of him. Tilting your head to the side, you grabbed his hands pulling him closer so you could get a better look. To say you thought he looked just attractive was a significant understatement. Your eyes danced around his face, looking at the marks that were scattered around, to his emerald green eyes. You were infatuated. You placed your hand on his cheek to which he leaned into your hand.

"You- You have a very nice face," you blurted out, your cheeks now bright red. Dream laughed and pulled you closer to him, placing a soft loving kiss on your lips which you happily accepted. Slowly, he pushed you down onto the mattress until you were laying down, with him on top. You pulled away from the kiss looking up into his eyes, they were filled with admiration, love, and possibly even lust.