𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒔 - Dream x Reader

69. Cuddles

Too tired to write smut for the 69 sorry 😞
So have some fluff instead

Y/N POV

"Now where is he?" I mumble to myself, teetering on my tiptoes or get a better view over the crowd.

"You can stand on my shoulders," Ethan offers, twirling the handle of his suitcase.

"So you can add two inches to my height?" I snort. "No."

He rolls his dark brown eyes and smacks my ass, hard.

"Ow!" I return with an equally powerful smack to his face. "Rude!" I push him away as he lunges for my phone poking out of my back pocket.

"You're rude!" he yells. "Insulting my height!" He rubs the side of his face and I smile proudly, noticing the faint pink mark across his cheek.

"You always abuse me," he grumbles, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

"Suck it up buttercup." I flick his bottom lip and he retracts it, throwing me a lethal glare. "Awwww is someone just hangry?"

My stomach rumbled as thoughts of food crossed my mind. Our breakfast consisted of water from the airport water fountain since we refused to buy the five-dollar water, a bag of party mix chips shared between us, and a tiny bag of pretzels from the airplane.

I ruffle his hair knowing full well it annoys him. His growing glare only fuels me as I push down on his head so hard he nearly falls over. Whatever gel he used clumps around my fingers and I wipe them on his shirt.

"You'll regret this!" he snarls, lunging forward as I back into the suitcase. While he is shorter than average and far shorter than Dream, he's still taller than me.

His weight knocks into me as I push on his shoulders. He pushes back harder, stepping on my feet as he does so.

"You fat potato!" I yell, yanking on the back of his hood.

"You mean motherfucker!" he smashes his head into mine and snatches my phone, tossing it onto the floor a few feet away.

"Hey!" I shove him off, scrambling after my phone which is sliding across the smooth tiles. Just as I reach for it, a hand picks up.

"Lost something?"

My eyes trail up and meet green eyes, and light brown hair which is frizzier than ever.

"Dream!" Without waiting, I crash into his chest, wrapping myself around him like a koala. "We were looking for you!"

"Sorry, I got stuck in traffic," he apologizes, affectionately petting my hair.

"Hey, Dream!" Ethan yells, I notice people turning around when they hear his name. "Throw it!"

My mouth drops open in horror as a small but evil smile spreads across my boyfriend's face.

"Don't you dare—"

Dream dangles the phone above my head and as I jump to get it, he spirals it like a football. The phone sails through the air in a high arc before landing in Ethan's cupped hands.