dream smp oneshots <3

morning baby

warnings :

sappy cute nicknames, smut, bottom clay (requested <3)

characters :

nick, george, clay, niki, tubbo, tommy, wilbur

summary : 

bottom clay, and him and george being so adorable you will shit yo self.

then sex

x o x o

Clay rubbed sleepily at his eyes, blinking through the bleariness of the left over sleep. The gang was buzzing around the house, he could hear them eating breakfast and talking loudly as he shuffled down the stairs on wobbly, sleep stiff legs. The boy tightened his blanket around his shoulders, the body hidden behind the baby blue fabric.

"Morning Clay," Tubbo greeted from the table, where he was sipping from a coffee mug and reading something on Tommy's laptop. Clay waved as best as he could behind his blanket as he stepped off the last step and shuffled towards the couch where George was sat.

Clay whined, bumping his knee against George's to get his attention. George looked up with an amused smile, watching as Clay's bottom lip jutted out, his eyebrows furrowing down and squinting with impatience. George chuckled, and patted his lap, Clay immediately climbing onto the smaller mans lap, wrapping his arms around the mans torso and burying his face in his neck with a small whine, curling his knees towards his knees towards his chest.

"How'd you sleep, baby?" George asked, brushing Clay's hair away from his forehead, running his fingers through the back of the boy's hair. Clay preened, pushing back into the soft touch.

"Okay" Clay answered, rubbing the tip of his nose against George's jawline, his eyes peacefully falling shut.

"Niki's making pancakes" George pointed out. Clay had already smelt the breakfast and felt his stomach rumble slightly at the thought of Niki's cooking. He nodded slightly, opening his eyes and trying to get used to the light. 

"I wish I had muscles so I could carry you." George smiles, un-threading his fingers from Clay's fluffy hair. Clay grunts in response, pulling his head out the crook of George's neck to kiss him on the cheek, standing up all wobbly.

George stands up, going to walk over to the table, getting stopped by a soft tug on his left hoodie sleeve. He looked up at a pouting Clay and lifted his hand so Clay could hold it.

The whole house had been chatting all morning, but with Clay's arrival, they stopping talking so they could hear the couple's affections towards each other. As much as they told people they hated the way they were constantly joined together, hand in hand, the rest of the 'pack' loved the couple and there adorable chatters to each other.

"Who knew Clay would be such a softie." Niki cooed, watching George help Clay with his breakfast, Clay smiling sleepily at George with adoring eyes. Everyone could see the pair were so utterly in love with each other.

"M not a softie." Clay pouts, hoodie sleeves sliding over his hands. 

"Yes you are. Your like 6"2, your not supposed to be the bottom." Wilbur grinned, and Tommy dropped his knife and fork in confusion.

"What's a bottom." Tommy asked, making everyone burst out laughing.

"If George wanted me to fuck him I would. I just prefer him fucking me, thats all." Clay mumbled, mouth full of pancakes, making Nick grimace slightly.