Mask - Dream x Y/N

1.) Stream

Dream

It was a normal day, I was at Y/N's house. We had been close since we were young. As we relaxed at Y/N's house I rested my forehead against Y/N's shoulder as we both sat hunched over, backs against the headboard of Y/N's four-poster bed.

"Look Y/N, I just don't think the cat is that cute," I said shrugging. She hit me with her soft pillow with the silk sheets doing that cute laugh of hers. God I love that smile. It was so much better seeing her happy and laughing than when she hit her ultimate bottom a year back. Her mother had died in a brutal house burglary gone wrong, that women had practically raised me as well as Y/N. While I was emotionally vulnerable, I had to put on my mask and console her, she was the only thing keeping me going. If it weren't for her I don't know what I would do or if I would even be here.

Y/N

He was so warm, the way his head spread warmth from the crook of my neck throughout my body, God, snap out of it, I thought Clay had become fairly well known for his Minecraft videos,  since the beginning he'd talked about how it was his dream to do what he loved growing up and turn it into a profession. When I closed my eyes slightly, leaning my head against his dirty blonde hair, he grabbed my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

While I wanted to say what we had was a little sister, older brother relationship, that was not the case. We'd been on and off for a while now, off currently just really, really close friends. What could I say he was an amazing kisser. While I sat between his legs he played with my hair giving me light little pecks from my ear to my jaw.

"You did so good today," he whispered in my ear holding me close to his warm chest. Today he had helped me set up my PC and we even had a short 30 minute stream from my computer. His viewers shipped us relentlessly, but it was all in good fun. Twitch was still open on my PC, I had simply ended the stream and forgot about it.

"Stop wiggling," Clay said in a breathy tone.

"S-s-sorry," I replied quietly.

 He moved his hand down to my thigh where he slowly dragged his finger up my bare legs, I was wearing a skirt I shivered and he released a groan, I had moved. I felt his Clay jr. grow erect against my back. I was feeling bold as I turned my head and pecked him on the jaw. He inhaled and lifted me up by my thighs to straddle him as he devoured my lips. He bit my lip to demand entry as he swept through. With my legs wrapped tightly around his torso he stood up walking over to my desk.

He put me right in front of the P.C. Our eyes closed as we both enjoyed the pure bliss. I did not notice when my left hand went backwards, landing on my mouse starting the stream from Clay's account, the camera automatically toggled on. He grabbed my hair as I let out a tiny whimper, we were both clueless.

Then we both heard it, the sound of receiving a subscriber on Twitch, I witnessed Clay's eyes flutter open as he pushed me to the side putting his hand over the camera and turning off the stream and closing Twitch completely.

"Fuck," he said.

His phone was blowing up with notifications and messages from his friends. I got off the desk nervously and grabbed my phone and opened Twitter. I gasped. While you could see neither of our faces, there we were on camera, making out, whimpering, groaning. I was mortified. I fell to my knees, zoning out.

I could faintly see Clay pacing on the phone as everything went blurry. I had passed out.