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room 421 (smut)

Your knuckles rapped against the wooden door to the room. His room. God, you told yourself you wouldn't do this again. Especially with Dream, the most arrogant person you knew. 

The brass numbers glistened on the door, as if they were taunting you. You didn't hear any noise on the other side, so you assumed Dream had already gone to sleep. He was talking about doing so earlier today, almost taunting you with the fact. 

You were about to leave, when suddenly the door swung open with gusto. Standing in the doorway was none other than Dream himself, clad only in plaid pajamas, with a toothbrush lazily dangling from his mouth. 

You could practically feel yourself salivating. 

Apparently your desperation was apparent to Dream as well, because as soon as he saw you, a cocky smirk started to form on his face. 

"Well, well, well, I thought we were gonna stop after last night?" 

You sheepishly grinned. "Clearly that was a lie, Clay." you spat. 

"Uh huh." 

"Are you gonna let me in or what?" 

"Considering how badly you wanna fuck me right now, I don't think you have any place to care about hospitality." 

You glared at him. He stepped away from the door frame. "Sure, come on in, y/n."

He spit the toothpaste out in the sink of his hotel room's kitchenette. His toothbrush was deposited on a washcloth on the counter. You made a face. 

After he rinsed his mouth he smirked at you. "Don't look at me like that, y/n, this tongue is gonna be buried in your pussy in a few minutes anyway." 

You pretended not to care but your legs trembled a little. 

He walked to the adjacent room, which was where his bed was. You sat on the edge as he fumbled with the drawstrings of his pants. 

With a grunt, he was able to untie them, shoving them down so that he was clad only in his boxers. 

You tried to keep your eyes on his face but it was difficult, considering you were at eye level with his huge dick. 

"Lay down on the bed, you whore." 

You gulped and nodded as you made the way to the top of his bed. He positioned himself between your legs, spreading them slightly with his hands. He really wasn't lying about eating you out. 

"I think you're a little overdressed, yeah?" 

You nodded, and his hands found your sweatpants, dragging them down your legs tantalizingly slow. You worked on getting your shirt off. 

He moved backward a little to throw your clothes on the ground. His eyes surveyed your body as he bit his lip. You smiled coyly knowing that you had gotten the exact reaction you were aiming for. 

"Fuck, y/n, a matching set?" 

"Uh huh." 

He leaned in close, angling his head right next to your ear. "I don't think you understand how badly I wanna go down on you right now." 

"Then do it." 

He immediately got to work, diving between your legs and pulling your panties off. They were soaked anyway. He started at your clit, licking carefully around it as you moaned above him. 

This reminded him of something. Without even looking up, he felt around for a pillow. He lifted your hips slightly and slid the pillow underneath. You looked at him quizzically. 

"Makes it easier to make you feel good, especially if I stick a few fingers up that tight little pussy of yours." 

You nodded, struggling to hold back your high pitched moans. 

You were soaked and he was capitalizing off of it, using your precum to get his tongue deeper and deeper in your pussy. 

You moaned loudly, bucking onto his face. He reached up, holding your hips down firmly with one of his free hands. He pulled back from your pussy, slightly out of breath with blown out pupils. "Let's not forget who's in charge here, y/n." 

"Fuck, please I need this so bad." 

"Mhm what did you say?" 

"Please." 

"That's my girl." 

He delved back into your pussy, his tongue prodding your hole as his fingers circled and rubbed your clit. You almost screamed in pleasure. 

Your eyes were screwed shut, you were bucking into his face, and your vision had almost gone white with how badly you needed to cum. 

His tongue was fully inside of you and you screamed his name. After night after night of this, Dream knew when you were close. 

He swirled his tongue inside your pussy, doing it exactly how you liked it. He used the additional wetness to speed up his rapid movements around your clit, your moans getting higher and higher pitched. 

He pulled back, his fingers still working your clit. His face was covered in your wetness. You almost came at the sight. 

He smirked at you cockily. "You close baby?" 

You moaned. "I think you know the answer." 

"How do you want it?" 

"Get your tongue back in my pussy, Clay." 

He did as he was told and stuck his head between your legs, tongue diving in your eager hole. You felt the pleasure building up again. 

There was so much tension in your body and all of a sudden you came, it was like a rubber band snapping. 

You bucked onto Dream's face as cum flowed out of your pussy, waves of pleasure coursing through your whole body. 

He moved up, his lips coated in your cum. "Thank you Clay, holy shit." 

"My pleasure, y/n. Wanna get cleaned up?" 

You nodded, and he escorted you to the en suite, where he started to draw a warm bath. 

Maybe Dream wasn't so bad after all.