DSMP Oneshots

Dream's 5 Rules to a One Night Stand

Quick heads up!  This will have content with very heavily implied sex.  However, you horny bastard are getting NOTHING!  So I guess this is lime?  Almost?  I don't really know.  It's just very fluffy with a little bit of spice sprinkled in.  

Also, mentions of alcohol and dub-con (not between Dream and the other person), so be wary of that.  Okay!   This was super fun to write, enjoy yourselves

Word Count- 3350

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Rule 1: there can be no previous intent to have a one night stand.

Dream swirled his drink around in his glass, watching the remains of the brown liquid tumble over ice and fall to the side of the crystal.  He knocked it back, ignoring the burn in the back of his throat.  He wanted water, but he didn't want to be anywhere near sober.  Gods he was thirsty.

"Can I get you something," a polite, accented voice spoke up from behind him.  Dream turned hazily to see a tall man with curly brown hair standing behind him, a stack of bills clutched in his hand.  He had a slim body, hidden behind layers of sweaters and jackets.  Cute.

"That's quite a bit of money," Dream commented, eyeing the stacks and letting his his gaze roam over his curves.  The man blushed, looking away as if he was guilty and abashed.  It was a little adorable, and Dream's heart knotted in emotions.  "You planning on spending it all on me?"

"That was the plan," the man said quietly, sitting down.  "You looked lonely, and no one with a body like yours should be."

Dream felt himself jolt as he turned to the other.  The man was flagging down the bartender, not looking at him.  His cheeks were still bright pink but a smile was playing in the corner of his mouth.  Dream's stomach fluttered with butterflies and he had to look away.  Godsdamnit.

"Whatcha want?"

Dream ordered, watching the bartender smirk knowingly.  The man ordered the same thing, and Dream watched his eyes widen in horror as the strongest alcohol kept in the bar was brought out and poured into ten shot glasses.

"I hope you have a designated driver," Dream said with a snort.

"Eh, guess I'll have to take a taxi," the man responded, not taking his soft eyes off of the line of shots currently being poured.

"You here alone?"

"Yep."

And that was the final piece of the puzzle.  No innocent, school boy acting man would come to a bar without being surrounded by equally stupid friends?  And the way he walked and talked an acted stunk with practice.  Also, what sane person brought that much money to a bar?  He had been so close to fooling Dream.

"Now what's a handsome twink like you doing at a bar alone?"

Now it was the man's turn to look shocked, hand freezing as he reached for the first shot and eyes going as wide as dinner plates.  Dream grabbed it for him, setting it down in front of him and grabbing one of his own.  Bingo.

"I'm not a twink."

"You sure?  Cause the way you walked over and payed for my shit suggests you want to be laid.  So you can drop that innocent boy act and actually drink with me... whatever your name is."

"It's Wilbur," he said automatically.  His shoulders relaxed into the yellow sweater and black overcoat and his smile became more sure and playful.  Dream felt a chill go down his spine at how quickly the other man transformed into someone new.  It was a wonderful chill.  "And okay, you caught me.  It's just too fun."