Handcuffs - Dream x fem!oc

TEN ~ clothes

TW: sexual themes, light degrading

"Hey Jas, I'm struggling with editing this one part of the new manhunt, could you maybe help?"

"Of course, I will be right there!" I hung up the phone. I got up, still just in a shirt and some comfortable shorts. I got my phone and yelled toward Georges room that I was leaving. I walked the ten meters our houses were apart and opened the door. I knew it wasn't locked so I just walked in and was greeted by Patches.

"Hey pretty girl," I cooed and scratched her chin. I picked her up and went upstairs, towards Clay's room. I softly knocked at the door and opened it. Clay was sitting at his desk, hands in his hair. 

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, setting patches down on his desk. She walked over to her owner and rubs her head against his hand, which was still resting in his hair. 

He looked up at me, "I'm trying to edit this video, and I just can't get it right! I just wanted help and advice when I called, but right now I'm fucking frustrated that it's just not working!" 

He groaned out loud and I laid my hand on top of his shoulder, rubbing my thumb against his black shirt, "show me the clip and tell me what you envisioned, if it helps you can draw it out while explaining."

I gave him a small smile and he explained while rolling the clip. My forearms were resting on top of his chair, me looking over him to look at his monitor. 

"Can you play the whole clip without talking? Just so I can draw the picture in my head," and so he did. 

I got off from the back of his chair and he turned around to look at me, "can I have a go? I can explain what I'm doing while I'm working."

"Sure," he just stared at me.

"Well, may I have a chair?" And he patted his lap. 

"This-, you know what, fine," I sat down in his lap and turned the chair toward the computer. I took his headset and put it on. I got to work, explaining to him what I was doing and why. He had put his arms around my waist, making sure I couldn't fall off of the chair, well, his lap. After about ten minutes I watched the edited clip fully and turned my attention to Clay. I set the headset on top of his head, and let him watch the clip.

"That's even better than I envisioned, thank you," he smiled down at me, I blushed at the compliment.

"It's no big deal," I told him, "by the way, while I'm here, I uhm. Okay, this is going to sound weird. But, uhm, you know that video?"

"What video?" Clay asked, looking genuinely confused. 

"The MrBeast video a-"

"It's on YouTube, what about it?"

"No, I- I mean. Of like, uhm, us and all."

"Jas, that whole video was about us, what are you getting at" and then it clicked in his mind, a small 'oh' leaving his mouth.

"Yeah," I twisted the loose strand of hair that was hanging in my face.

"What about it?" He smirked at me.

"Well, uhm, I thought, don't laugh at me, but, like, maybe you'd want to, like, watchitwithme?"

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that," he said, genuinely trying to understand what the hell I was talking about.

"Would you want to watch it with me?" I was fiddling with my fingers, voice barely a whisper. He had sent me the clip a week or so ago, but I was too intimidated to watch it alone, and I couldn't watch it with anyone in my surroundings.