𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒔 - Dream x Reader

51. Netflix and Chill

The title is up for your interpretation

Dream POV

"Dream stop!" Y/N dashes around the back of the couch as I approach her, slowly unwrapping the towel around my waist.

"Oh Y/Nnnnnn," I drop my voice to a lower octave as she presses herself against the wall. "Come on love, there's nowhere to runnnn."

"That's what you think!" she yells before vaulting over the sofa and making a beeline for the door.

I shoot forward, my arms locking around her body and pulling her close to my chest.

"Too slow my dear," I lightly kiss the tip of her nose and spin her around. I undo the final fold of the towel and drop it to the floor.

Y/N's hands immediately shoot up to cover her eyes and I chuckle at her reaction.

"Open your eyes darling."

Reluctantly, her hands drop to her sides. Just as she opens her eyes, I lean toward her and shake my head back and forth like a dog after they've gone swimming.

Water droplets from my freshly washed hair fly everywhere, splattering her neatly blow dried hair which she spent 15 minutes on.

"Dream!" I watch as she sighs defeatedly while I snuggle her against my bare chest.

"Oh chill out," I reach out to ruffle her hair, messing it up even further. "It's going to get messed up tonight anyways."

She looks at me with an unimpressed look as I shove her shoulder playfully.

Y/N just crosses her arms and frowns as I spin around in my boxers which I had been hiding under the towel.

"You're such an idiot," she mumbles and slowly begins to make her way back to the her room.

I decide to sit on the couch and give her an innocent look while she slowly backs into her room.

Once the door has shut, I quietly stand up and with light footsteps, tiptoe toward the door.

The door is closed but not locked as I press my ear against it.

Through the door I can hear the faint sounds of scuffling and Y/N mumbling to herself.

This would be a perfect time to barge it.

Without wasting another second, I sharply turn the brass door knock to the left and swing the door wide open.

In front of her bed stands Y/N with four hoodies in blue, pink, purple, and black lying on the comforter.

She turns around and her eyes widen as they meet mine. I finally realize why as I notice the black lace bra and underwear she's wearing. 

Oops.

"Well what do we have here?" Instead of running out, I bite my lip teasingly and softly close the door behind me.

Why not have a little fun with this?

Y/N's face turns bright red which is still visible in the purple glow of her LED lights. She backs away against the wall as I step forward.

"Dream," she says, her tone warning me not to but I ignore it, taking a few more daring steps in her direction.

"What's the matter love?" I ask, hesitantly testing the waters to see how she'd react.

Obviously I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable to the point of feeling unsafe.

But I don't know exactly how far to go yet.