Friends or Enemies? |Dream x Reader|

Chapter 24 ~ I say a lot of things.

<<Y/n's POV 5 days later>>

Everyday is just like yesterday. A loop, where everything that happens today will happen tomorrow whether you like it or not. Almost as if my life has created a routine for itself.

Wake up, run errands, find Dream, fuck, leave and then repeat.

It's been like that for a week. Because ever since that night we agreed to get it out of out systems, we just couldn't stop. Like having sex wasn't enough. We both had sex for a week straight, but it doesn't feel like anything's changed.

The tension is still there, and it doesn't seem like it wants to leave. I thought of how maybe sex isn't what we need to stop this, but it's part of the routine now. It's part of the loop, and it isn't leaving.

But it's not like I can think of anything we can do more than sex to stop this. Stop the tension, the butterflies, the bond, the meetups, the memories, the moments, the attraction, everything. I wanna stop everything, but I don't know how, and I can't.

We find a way to do the things we want, allowing for lust to take over us. If I'm not on patrol, I sneak out. If his friends are home, I climb up the vines and through his window. If we want to switch positions, we'll do it in the dark. Anything to keep the part of us we can't control contended.

"I want you on top." We're in that part of the routine. The fucking part. Fucking in the dark, to be more specific. It still shocks me how we're able to get away with this without getting caught. And it doesn't matter who catches us, whether it's someone else or one of us.

We don't show our faces. That's the deal, and we'll stand by that, not just for ourselves, but for everyone else too. He pulls out of me and lays down until I find myself on top of him. I feel for his shoulder and grab onto it, as I begin to grind back and forth.

His breath shudders and I moan, loud. I bend down with him still inside me until or chests our pressed up against each other. I bite onto his shoulder to keep myself from screaming from all the pleasure.

"Holy shit." He throws his head back and I moan onto his shoulder. "Fuck-" I cut him off with a kiss. I rarely kiss him when we have sex. It feels almost illegal. His one rule was to keep my hands off his face, and I've only kissed him twice before. One of which he told me to, which also happens to be my first ever kiss.

He initiated the second kiss. I remember that night when he smashed his lips onto mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth, and exploring it like he wanted to memorize what was beneath my lips with his tongue.

And here I am initiating the third one. I smash my lips onto his just like he did mine. He grabs my hips with both hands and he grinds his hips upwards, hitting a spot he's never hit before. I moan into the kiss and slowly pull away from his mouth.

"Shit, you drive me insane." He says and a moan flies from his mouth again, only this time it was louder, as I begin to bounce on his dick. "Oh- Fuck-" He arches his back and I do the same with him still inside of me.

"God, I fucking love you." I stop. He's never said that before. "Why'd you stop?" He asks me like whatever he just said earlier wasn't said at all. How long has that stayed unsaid? Is he being serious? Or maybe he didn't mean it. "Nothing, I thought I heard something." I lie, and continue.

I don't stop. I know he's close, and so am I. "Kiss m-" He's cut off when he lets out a pornographic moan that is enough for him to allow himself to grip onto my ass with both his hands just to contain the rest of it.