Should've asked for a name // Dreamnoblade

Chapter 5

Techno was cleaning up his office. Damn it was a mess.

Papers that he forgot to take off his desk were everywhere, pencils and pens were lost, and worst of all, cum was staining his red carpet and his office chair. Some even on the desk, shining a bright white on the dark wood and blood red, which he kinda found exciting.

He sighed and decided to clean it all up now before he got too lazy. He got some products out and started to put away his bag, the papers he could save, and his cushion that was used on his office chair.

Until he noticed that his bag wasn’t the only one of a kind there; Dream had forgotten his own in here. He took it, and inhaled the scent; yep, definitely his. It smelled good.

Cringe.

SIMP.

But he’s ours right?

We should bring it back to him.

E. Let’s do that though

“I’ll give it to him once the office is clean chat. Now if you could all shush it so I don’t mess anything.”

He grabbed the pack of bicarbonate and a bucket of water from his utility belt, something that only a few people knew the existence of. Oh boy it was going to be long to take care of.

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Dream panicked. He didn’t know how to react or what to do.

Punz. Punz was in his room. And god knows when Sapnap would come back. He already felt the tears. Oh no, he was trembling. And he heard him chuckle at his misery.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re terrified! Is it because of me?”

Dream didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. He felt like his voice just disappeared. He closed his eyes and let anger make him answer. He gripped the hands at his waist, using nails to scratch him as a warning.

“Let me go and get the fuck out Punz. You don’t scare me shit”

Punz hummed and yanked him so he would face him, push ing him violently on the wall by knocking t he dirty blond’s head against it, making Dream yelp in pain. H e slammed both his hands next to Dream’s head, trapping him, looking as angry as ever. Dream couldn’t help but stare at Punz. But onl y because he didn’t know what would happen of he let go of his gaze. He was too scared to know. He kept his brows furrowed, but he knew Punz could see the fear in them.

His hands instinctively covered his naked chest. He had no right to look at him like that.

“Aw, don’t be shy Dreamie” he purred. And Dream wanted to slap him.

H e noticed that Punz also ha d some kind of hair growing on his chin, and that his hair was re-arranged on a small ponytail. He never really took time to look at him before; well, ever since he was transferred in this college that is. The stupid golden chain was still here, explaining the cold sensation he felt earlier , but he was wearing a red pull this time, probably as his pyjamas judging by his red sweat pants. Red pants that didn’t hide his- No , don’t think about it, you’ll only make things worst.

Punz chuckled and he looked up immediately. He had broken eye contact. That was it. He was going to die. Oh god. He took a deep breath, wanting to get a sassy remark out but Punz cut him off, like he always did.

“It’s nice to see you still want to check me out, but you didn’t answer my question correctly Dreamie.” His face got way too close, and Dream wanted to throw up, both from the nickname and his breath. One of his hands came to pull harshly at his arm, with a grip that would surely leave bruises, leaving one arm protecting his bare area. “Are you scared of me?” With those words, he used his other hand to pull at Dream’s other arm, as tight as the other. He tried to wiggle out of it, but to no avail; while Dream stopped his training of brute force, Punz probably worked out way more then him. Shit, he was trapped.