Tonight, you are mine. // dream x reader

5 / "i think you know"

tw: mild smut

Dream watched as they closed the door, walking over to lock it again. He turned to the H/C girl, stood in the corner, looking at him with curiosity.

"Why did you lie about us playing pool?" She said, watching him as he walked over.

"Otherwise we'd get dragged along, I know them." He placed his hands on her shoulder, they were surprisingly cold which sent shivers through the girl's body.

"Fair point..." She tried to ignore him as his hands rubbed into her skin, making friction.

"Want to play anyhow?" He finally lifted his hands off and stepped back to stand beside the pool table. It was a classic green one, the balls were already set out.

Y/N nodded, she had little experience with playing but had played a few times in a few pubs when she went to England. They called her a natural, only losing 3 of 10 of the first matches she played.

"Just so you know, I am a professional." She rubbed her shoulder with her fingers and huffed them in a kidding manner.

Dream just rolled his eyes and grabbed the cue stick. "We'll see about that, a hidden talent of mine IS pool."

Y/N said nothing and stood at the left edge to where Dream was, polishing the end of the stick.

"Right. Let's get started." Dream said, slightly bending as he lays the stick between his fingers, his eyes showing pure focus.

He pushes the stick, hitting the white ball, creating the loud noise of balls crashing together and stands back. Both of them look as a red stripe falls into a corner.

Dream raised his fist in celebration, "YES! Stripes." He walked over to Y/N and gave her the stick. "And you are solids."

Y/N clicked her tongue. "Luck."

He played again and failed to score, walking over to Y/N yo hand the stick in shame. She smiled, trying not to laugh, at him.

As she walked over to the table, she positioned herself so the white ball was right in front. Her position mirrored Dream, before she hit the white ball again. Her hit was lighter than his, unfortunately no balls got in.

The yellow ball she aimed for was only a few inches away from falling, she rolled her head back in frustration as she went back over to the blonde and handed the stick back, and was met with a cocky smirk from the man like she did earlier.

They continued to play, Y/N eventually got in the lead. Random conversations and questions sparked up, it was surprising that they were strangers less than an hour ago.

"We should have a prize or forfeit." Dream said, watching as the other bent down to line up the shot. "What do you think?"

"Sure, $500 if I win."

Dream pretended to choke. "500? Fine." He groaned.

"What do you want then?" She hit the ball and missed again.

"Hm."

He waited for her to walk to him to hand the stick and then held the rod, forcing her to look up to him in confusion. His face was joyous like a sadist as he looked in her E/C eyes. He bit his lip.

Y/N blushed at his expression and let go of the stick she forgot she was holding onto. She walked away and stood on the opposite side of the table, trying to hide her blushed face. Dream only tilted his head at her, making her heart drum.

"I think you know." He chuckled.

He situated himself on the table and did the classic move, sending a ball flying into a corner. He muttered a celebration under his breath and moved again, positioning himself at a better angle.