Dnf Oneshots

Coffee And Biscuits

Cw: This story includes graphic kissing scenes and slight smut. It is based mostly around fluff.  I apologize in advance for the terrible jokes I intend to make with this one. Stay safe and enjoy!

POV: George

I woke up in bed, my covers halfway off the bed. I looked to my right to see that Dream was nowhere to be seen. Dream not found. I snorted at my own terrible joke, rolling out of bed. I went straight to the closet, grabbing my giant oversized hoodie. It was a black variation of a hoodie from Dream's original merch drop. It was so massive it went down all the way to my knees, but that didn't stop me from putting on some short shorts. They were a little tight, but I didn't care enough to find another pair.

I headed out of our room, going red as I caught sight of Dream. He had a pair of baggy shorts on, and no shirt. The muscles along his back were defined in such an appealing way it made butterflies erupt in my stomach. My voice was softer than I meant it when I spoke, my accent a bit more amplified than usual. "Dream~ you're awake this early?" He looked over his shoulder, smiling warmly at me. He hit a button on the coffee machine before walking over.

"Hey Georgie, you weren't supposed to be awake yet." I laughed softly and he kissed me gently on the lips. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning into his touch. He pulled away after a minute, and I could feel the heat on my cheeks. "Why wasn't I meant to be awake?" I asked him, yawning. Dream smiled, kissing my forehead before returning to the coffee maker. He grabbed two mugs and poured them both full. It was only after he pulled out the milk and caramel I realized he was making one for me. "I wanted to wake you up in bed with coffee. But you beat me to it. Almost."

I went red again, smiling gratefully when he handed a mug to me. Prepared exactly how I liked it. I took a sip, "Mmm. God I swear you make it better than I do. What's your trick?" Dream just grinned and shook his head, refusing to elaborate. I kissed him hard on the lips, tasting and smelling freshly brewed coffee on his lips. He purred deep in his throat, leaning into me. His lips drifted over mine, his tongue licking up spare droplets of coffee I somehow hadn't swallowed or that had ended up around my mouth.

Right as I went to wrap my free arm around his waist, the oven dinged. He pulled back slowly, nipping teasingly at my bottom lip before he turned to the oven. "You ready for the best part?" I tilted my head curiously, watching as he set his coffee down and grabbed some oven mittens. "What are you baking?" I asked curiously. He opened the oven and pulled out a tray as he responded, "I already baked them. They just need to cool. I made biscuits." He looked at me with a grin before continuing and I took a sip of my coffee to hide the flush creeping up me neck. "Your favorite recipe, too."

I set my mug down at the same time he set the tray of biscuits onto the counter. He slid the mittens off, walking back over to me with a playful gleam in his eyes. "What? Why are you giving me that look?" I gave him a curious look, raising an eyebrow when he didn't respond for a long moment. "That hoodie is a little big on you." I laughed softly, looking down at myself for a minute. The hoodie was absolutely massive, but it was comfy. I looked back up to see his faces inches from mine. I couldn't keep in the surprised gasp that left my lips. Dream chuckled at me, grinning when my face when red.

"You startled me," my face went even more red as I spoke. He nodded slightly, cupping my face in his hand. "I know, I was trying to startle you." I rolled my eyes, but couldn't keep from smiling stupidly at him. "And why's that?" He responded to my question with a kiss, which caught me so off guard I couldn't keep from groaning quietly. "So I could get a really good kiss from you." I laughed softly, resting my head in his shoulder. His arms game back around around me, gripping the back of my thighs. I gasped softly, falling forward into him as he picked me up. "Woah- what are you—"

He cut me off with a quick kiss, grinning and walking over to the counter. I gave him a confused look as he set me down next to the sink. "Why is this necessary?" Dream just kissed me again, still somehow taller than me despite the fact I was sitting on the counter. My eyes fluttered shut, my breath hitching as a hand slipped up my shirt. I felt his teeth graze my lips and I let out a shuddered breath, my lips parting slightly. My arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into him as his tongue slid into my mouth.

He explored every nook and cranny passed my lips, his breath hot and heavy against my face. He slid both of his hands under my shirt, his hands stroking me gently. Compared to his absolutely ripped back, I felt about as soft as a marshmallow. Even though I went to the gym twice a week and had some pretty decent muscle on me. I leaned up into him, losing myself in the kiss. His lips felt as familiar as the back of my hand, and as natural as breathing.

I felt his hands slide down, curling around the bottom of my hoodie. My face went bright red and I pulled back from the kiss slowly. "What are you doing?" Dream laughed softly, kissing me briefly before responding. "Well, I was going to get a better view... but if you don't want me to, that's okay." His eyes had a spark of playfulness, but I could tell his voice was genuine and he meant what he said. I somehow turned a deeper shade of scarlet as I replied. "It's not that— I was just surprised, is all." Dream nodded lightly, smiling and giving me another playful kiss. I returned the favor, feeling smug when he looked caught off guard for a second. But only a second.

His lips pushed into mine again, more early this time. His hands instantly grabbed at the hem of my shirt. It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate into a clash of teeth and tongue. I groaned softly, slipping my hands around his back and digging them into his skin. His back arched into my touch, and I moaned softly as he sucked gently on my tongue.

He started to lift my hoodie up, exposing my stomach. I flushed, my nails digging harder into his skin. His lips drifted from my mouth to my neck, and he bit down. I groaned, wrapping my legs around his lower back. I bucked my hips forward and into him, both of us moaning at the same time. He slid my shirt up further, now exposing my chest. My breath caught and I was about to lift my arms so he could slide the hoodie off me fully, but then a timer dinged.

We both froze, breathing heavily. Dream looked over his shoulder for a second, a second ding going off. It was the timer for the biscuits. He turned back to look at me, and we both bursted out laughing. I spoke before he did. "Time for biscuits, I suppose." Dream nodded, still laughing. He slid my hoodie back down, planting a kiss on my lips before he helped me off the counter.

Together, we walked over to the counter with the biscuits and grabbed a plate. Dream took the curtesy of serving and cutting the biscuits in half, while I grabbed the butter and honey. "You're in for a treat, George. And then we're finishing what we almost started." Dream's voice had a taunting huskiness in it, and I couldn't help but go bright red. He laughed at me, taking the butter and honey from me when I offered it. "But first, it's time for biscuits."