dream x reader smut, fluff, and oneshots

pent up (smut)

Things with your boyfriend had been great recently. He cooked you dinner almost every night, held you in his arms until you fell asleep, and of course, was as romantic as ever, texting you how much he loved you whenever he didn't have time to see you that day. 

Everything was perfect, except for one, nagging thing. 

Because of both of your busy work schedules and various commitments to see family and friends and buy groceries and whatever, you hadn't had sex in forever. 

Okay, fine. The two of you hadn't had sex in two weeks. But to be fair, it felt like forever! 

It truly felt like forever when you saw your boyfriend's hands typing meticulously at his keyboard and imagined what it would feel like if you were grinding down on them, your wetness and precum dripping down his arm. 

It felt like forever when you sat on the counter while he cooked, soaked through one of the pairs of panties he had gotten you for your birthday, only for him to be more interested in whatever pasta dish he was making than fucking you dumb. 

It especially felt like forever when you were curled up in his arms, the part of him you needed most touching your throbbing clit, but only through layers and layers of clothing. 

Finally you decided you had had enough. Sure, you got yourself off and that tided you over for maybe a day if you were lucky. But you really needed some part of your boyfriend, whether it was his cock, hands, or tongue, inside you. 

You carefully opened the door to the office, a makeshift one at that because your shared apartment was lacking space to say the very least. 

You padded in the room, and although he had his noise cancelling headphones on and couldn't hear you, he saw you in the corner of his eye. 

"Hey gorgeous." 

He lowered the headset and you blushed at the nickname. You had finally worked up the nerve to ask for what you wanted, but it seemed like you couldn't form the right words. 

He noticed something was on your mind, and his expression softened. "What's up, love? You can tell me anything, ya know." 

You nodded, and you gestured to his lap to ask for permission to sit there. He adjusted himself so that you could sit in his lap comfortably. 

You carefully climbed onto his desk chair, straddling his legs and resting your head on his shoulders. 

He protectively put his hand on the back of your head, careful not to mess with your hair too much as he ran his fingers through it. 

"Wanna tell me what's up?" 

You sighed. May as well get it over with. "We haven't had sex in like, forever. I'm really fucking pent up." 

You blushed out of embarrassment, but when you looked up, Dream's eyes met yours fondly. He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled. "Yeah, of course baby. Wanna go now?" 

Fuck. 

You didn't realize he'd be so receptive. His hands drifted up to your hips, holding you in place firmly. Your face grew hot. "So, right here?" 

You probably looked like a mess already, your pupils dilated and breathing labored, but you managed to shake your head. Considering the two of you hadn't fucked for weeks, you wanted this time to be in your bed. 

"Want me to carry you?" 

You nodded enthusiastically. 

"Words baby." 

"Yes, play Clay. Holy shit." 

He smirked. You were already speechless. His hands snaked down your thighs, hooking underneath them and caressing the soft flesh.