#dwt x reader

You were lying in your bed, tightly tucked under your blanket, eating ice cream while watching your favorite show. You knew it was late since the whole house had been quiet for a long time. Maybe something after 2 a.m. You knew Karl was streaming until 1 a.m., so that would make sense. The reason you were still awake was currently running in your system. More specifically, the four cups of coffee you had within a few hours. Today was super stressful for you because everyone else was stressed, which caused extreme chaos. But to be honest, you didn't mind being awake. It was the only time you had time just for yourself.

Well, until you heard a knock on your door. You whined and put the half-eaten ice cream on your bedside table. After that, you angrily got up, ready to yell at anyone who was behind your door and not being murdered, because that would literally be the only excuse for them. You quickly opened the door, getting ready to yell, but nothing came out of your mouth. You were unable to speak as you were looking at the four men standing in front of you. Your eyes were jumping from one to another. They were all dressed in black, tech-core-like clothes, while their lower parts of their faces were covered.

,,What is this?`` you chuckled, hoping that at least one of them would explain. However, no answer was given to you; all you got were four male bodies pushing you back to your room. George, who came in last, closed the door behind all of them. The smile on your face was completely gone now. A strong hand pushed you onto your knees. You looked up, realizing it was Clay. All of them stood around you in a small circle. Karl was standing right in front of you, while Clay was on your right, Sap was on your left, and George was behind you.  ,,What are you doing?" you asked when you saw Karl's hands unzipping his pants. Sap next to you chuckled. ,,What, is this not what you wanted so bad?`` Karl said, drawing your attention to him again. ,,What?¨ You said, not understanding.  ,,Maybe make sure your door is closed while you're calling with your friend, sharing all your fantasies—that's what you called it, right?`` Clay said, and you quickly looked up at him, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. Your body was filled with extreme embarrassment.

It was true. Two days ago, you and your friend were calling on discord while drinking. Things got out of hand quickly, and you went from sharing your embarrassing stories to your kinky fantasies. That was also when you shared that you'd like to get fucked by your friends that you live with while they're wearing masks. 

,,Y/N, focus`` Karl said, and you blinked to get back into reality. The view in front of you shocked you. Karl was now stroking his cock just a few inches from your face. Sap grabbed your hair into a ponytail, forcing you to look up.  ,,You wanted to be a slut? Now's your time`` Karl said as he hit your cheeks with his cock. Saps grip tightened, making you open your mouth. Karl didn't wait for anything and put his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag. You wanted to pull your head away, but Saps hand didn't allow you that. Tears filled your eyes as Karl pulled out and then did it again, clearly not caring that you were choking on his cock.  ,,Honey, be good." Clay said as he lowered himself so his face was right next to yours. You took a deep breath and put your lips around Karl's cock.  ,,That's a good girl." Clay said as his hand traveled to your throat, feeling Karl's cock slide in and out. Karl's moans were filling the room, and you looked up at him. George was now standing next to him, looking at you getting face-fucked by his friend. ,,Sap move her head`` Karl said with a deep voice. He stopped fucking your mouth, but you didn't have peace for too long, as Saps hand started moving your head. Karl's tip was hitting the back of your throat as tears streamed down your cheeks. You were focusing on your breathing; you barely noticed when Karl quickly pulled out of your mouth, breathing heavily. You quickly closed your mouth, trying to ignore the excruciating pain in your jaw.

,,Aw, what happened, Karl?`` George said with a teasing voice.  ,,Dont wanna cum in her mouth, that's all`` He said, sounding annoyed. Your attention was brought back as Sap stood in front of you with his cock in his hand. You automatically opened your mouth, and he smiled at you. Your mouth had to get used to him. He was thicker than Karl. He started to fuck your mouth immediately, making you grab his thighs, trying to slow him down.  ,,Hands, sweethart`` You heard George say as his hands grabbed yours, placing them behind your back. He then stood up again, making sure he wouldn't miss much. Your mind was starting to get hazy, and the feeling in between your legs was driving you crazy. You noticed that the cock in your mouth felt different, so you opened your eyes to see George in front of you. You closed your eyes again, letting him use your mouth as he wanted to. You weren't sure how long he was fucking your mouth. He then quickly pulled out, giving you a second to breathe normally. His position was soon taken by Clay. All of their precum was mixed with your saliva in your mouth. Your jaw was now completely numb, allowing you to keep your mouth nicely open. Clay used your mouth for some time before once again pulling out. You swallowed and took a deep breath while looking at them with wide eyes.

Someone helped you on your feet and walked you to your bed. Sap was already lying there. Your body was guided onto the bed. You were on all fours, while Sap was half lying under you. A hand slapped your ass, making you whine and move forward, closer to Sap. He placed some of your hair behind your ear while looking at you with a loving look.

You felt the tip of someone's cock in between your folds before it harshly entered your pussy. You cried out and turned your head to see who it was. It was Karl. His hands were holding your hips. Saps hand grabbed you by your throat, making you look at him again.  ,,Pretty girl`` he said as Karl started thrusting into you. He was giving you a hard thrusts. You bit your lower lip as you were looking at Sap through your eyelashes. It was hard to keep your eyes open. Your and Karl's moans were complementing each other so nicely. His cock was stretching you out, almost painfully. His grip on your ass would definitely leave a mark.  ,,You're going to cum on my cock," Karl said as one of his hands left your ass and moved to your pussy. Long fingers playing with your clit. You cried out in pleasure and placed your head on Sap's chest. His hand was playing with your hair. The pleasure was building up, and soon you were pushed over the edge. Your body getting filled with pleasure. Sap lifted your head so he could watch your face. You were so filled with euphoria that you didn't notice Sap getting from under you and being placed on your back.

Two hands pulled you closer to the end of the bed. You opened your eyes just to be met with Clay's half-covered face. Another wave of excitement hit you. He placed your legs over his shoulders before quickly sliding his cock into your pussy, which was already filled with Karl's cum. He thrusted into you. His tip hit your cervix, and your body jerked away from him. Someone grabbed you by your shoulder, making you stay in place. ,,I know, honey, I know," Clay said as he continued fucking you, more carefully this time. You weren't fully over your first orgasm, so for a few minutes, it felt more painful than pleasurable. Once Clay's finger found your clit, another wave of orgasm came. You arched your back and opened your mouth in an empty moan. Your hands were painfully holding onto the bed cover. Karls hand grabbed one of your hands, making you stop so you would hurt yourself. Clay finished into you with a few streaks of his cum. When he pulled out, a mixture of his and Karl's cum spilled out.

,,Bro is completely brain fucked." Sap laughed as his cock entered you, causing you to whine. Someone laughed at his comment. He lowered your legs, holding your hips, while fucking into you. He was right; your brain was unable to form a single thought. Someone's hand was caressing your cheek.  ,,Fuck, she feels good." He said through his teeth as his nails dug into your skin. Your third orgasm hit you out of nowhere, making you moan loudly. Your walls clenching around Saps's cock, made him cum quickly after you. Even more cum spilled out as he pulled out. ,,Please dont`` You cried softly as George walked over to you. He parted your lips more, revealing your abused hole. ,,Just once more, darling`` He said, and you took a deep breath. He was definitely the most gentle with you. He was still fast, but his hands were traveling on your thighs, squeezing them sometimes.  ,,I-``You tried to say, but a whine took over you. ,,You're okay`` Clay said behind you. ,,I ca-cant`` You sobbed, feeling exhausted.  ,,Yes you can, for me, okay?`` George said and you cried as your final orgasm took over your body. Your legs started to shake violently, and George pinned them to the bed. It felt so overwhelmingly good that you wanted to feel like this forever. George finished half into you and half onto you.

Your chest was quickly rising, trying to catch your breath. All of them walked in front of the bed, where they could get a good look. You heard a weird noise, so you opened your eyes. You saw Clay with his phone, taking a picture of your pussy filled with their cum. You didn't mind; you knew they wouldn't use it against you. ,,You did so good," George said as he stroked your lower leg. ,,Y'all can go; I'll take care of her.'' Sap said to his friends, and after some time they all left, leaving just the two of you together.

Living with some of the biggest content creators of the year and creating content yourself meant that you were always being invited to places, whether it be conventions or get-togethers with internet friends.

And although you were well acquainted with Karl and knew who he worked for, you had never expected to be invited to be part of one of Mr Beast's survival challenges alongside your roommates and his crew, and you would've been crazy to even imagine you'd be invited to travel to Antarctica of all places.

After living for half a year in one of the warmer states in the U.S., you didn't know how you were meant to survive below 0 degrees when all you had to wear were tank tops and the occasional long sleeved shirt.

Which meant you were stuck borrowing your roommates' big chunky jackets and sweaters that they had brought alongside them for the trip.

It wasn't as if you weren't used to borrowing clothes from them, hell, you were pretty sure most of your closet consisted of Dream's clothes that were too small to fit him anymore.

But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"You look like a penguin."

George snorted as soon as you stumbled out of the jet's tiny bathroom, sporting one of the many jackets you were required to wear before exiting the aircraft and stepping onto Antarctica.

"Go fuck yourself." You sneered back, zipping your coat up to your chin and shoving your hands into the pockets, somehow already feeling the chill from the outside despite not having landed yet. "I'm afraid I won't be able to look as stylish as you wish me to during our stay in fucking Antarctica."

"I think you look stylish enough." Clay teased cheekily as he walked up from behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders to manoeuvre you out of his way, causing you to roll your eyes long enough to cause a headache at the cockiness he was exhibiting simply because you had chosen to wear his clothes instead of anyone else's.

"You're just saying that because it's your jacket she's wearing." Nolan commented as Karl helped him zip up the last of the many coats he was wearing, a teasing tone in his voice.

"And she looks good in it, what's the issue?" Dream didn't seem to want to back down from their back and forth, as usually happened with those. When Nolan didn't respond, the blond turned his head around and shot you a grin along with a thumbs up, his silent way of boasting after one of his so-called wins.

"You're such an idiot." You muttered under your breath as Sapnap handed you one of the many scarves that were littered across the floor, and you for one were glad that you had something to cover your face, not wanting anyone to notice the warmth that had risen to your cheeks after your small interaction with Dream.

Despite you living with him for almost a full year, he had somehow never gotten the memo about your true feelings towards him, unlike both Sapnap and George and half of the goddamn internet, who were full-on convinced that you were head over heels for the previously faceless YouTuber, and to be fair, they weren't far off.

He'd been the first one to reach out after lurking around in your streams, the first one to invite you into their server and make an effort to include you into the ongoing lore, to add you to streams with his internet friends and therefore introduce you to the people who you now considered to be your best friends.

It was inevitable, really. After countless hours spent listening to each other's voices through your speakers and being one of the first people to see his face despite his initial fear of rejection, how could you not fall in love with him? He was perfect, from the way his nose crinkled when he smiled to the countless moles adorning his body, he was perfect.

It was stupid, really, how hard you'd fallen for someone who had started out as a simple stranger on the internet who happened to also play Minecraft to one of the people you loved the most.

And you were going to make sure that he'd never know how much you truly loved him, the chances of your confession ruining the friendship you both had built too high to even consider.

"Why are you guys just standing around, we're about to land!" Jimmy came out of the cockpit, clapping his hands together and ushering everyone towards their luggage in an effort to get you to get ready quicker. "Come on! I don't want any of you catching frostbite and dying on me!"

"Wait, that's possible!?"

Despite all the layers of clothing Dream was currently sporting, he somehow managed to feel your hand wrap around his elbow, shuffling closer to his taller build as you readied to exit the aircraft.

"You okay?" He pulled his ski mask down below his lips so he could send you a reassuring smile, his juniper eyes obscured by the ski goggles that sat snuggly on his face.

"Yep. Totally okay. Totally not freaking out because we're about to spend 50 hours in the coldest place on earth. Totally fine, Clay." Your words came out of your mouth almost at the speed of light as your gloved hands fumbled with the scarf around your neck, receiving a laugh from the blond in response.

"Calm down. I doubt Jimmy will actually let us die, okay?" He moved your hands away from your face and fixed your problem himself, the smile on his lips only growing as his fingers brushed against your warming cheeks, a huge contrast to the cold air swirling outside.

"And if you do, just make sure to tell everyone to like and subscribe, okay?" A small 'oof!' left you as Chandler slammed his hands on your shoulders from behind, getting a slightly angered glare from Dream and a few giggles from the others at his action.

"Fuck you, man." You smiled, the sweet yet very brief encouragement you'd received lifting your spirits almost immediately.

But they were swiftly dampened as the doors opened, and holy fucking shit, you'd underestimated how cold it was going to be.

The sun was shining onto your small group, but not a single trace of warmth was felt on your skin, and oh god what you'd give to be back home curled underneath your bed covers holding Patches in your arms.

Jimmy didn't spare a single second to start the challenge, already heading over to the spot he'd claimed would be perfect for the makeshift camp that would be your home for the next two days.

Luckily, you'd been tasked with carrying one of the lighter pieces of luggage, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't almost busted a lung laughing whenever you saw one of the boys slip or trip and fall flat on their faces, but you did stop every time Dream stopped to cough, knowing he had caught a chill right before boarding the plane and the freezing temperatures you were being forced to travel through would likely do him no good.

After surviving a surprise blizzard and almost slipping a few times, you finally reached the spot Jimmy had marked in his mental map. You were almost ready to collapse into the soft looking snow, but of course, you were forced to put up the tents you'd be staying in, which proved even more difficult than propping up a normal tent in the woods, thanks to the never ending wind and slippy snow.

But as soon as you were allowed into the safety of the main tent, you curled into a ball in the corner and fought with your gloves to turn on your phone, which barely worked due to the cold.

"What the fuck are you trying to do with that?" Sapnap groaned as he fell to the ground in front of you, spying at the device in your hands as if he were some sort of prehistoric man and this was his first contact with fire. "You're an actual imbecile if you think there's going to be even a sliver of reception here."

You stuck your tongue out to him and moved to kick his side with your snow boots, snickering in victory as he finally moved away from you, leaving an empty spot at your side as Jimmy started to take out the strange contraptions that were required to make food in such extreme weather, but you were too tired to listen in to his explanation.

"Made you something." You visibly cringed at the sound of Dream's groggy voice before he came into view, ski mask and goggles abandoned so you could see clearly how red and runny his nose was, gloves off so he could hand you the warm packet of food he claimed to have made.

"Didn't know you were a Rudolph cosplayer.", You commented on his appearance with a sly smile, almost dropping the food as you felt him curl into your side, head falling onto your shoulder with a shaky moan of pain, clearly not amused by your attempt at a joke. "You okay?"

"No. Not okay." He whined, his warm breath hitting your neck from where his head was situated and causing goosebumps to form, your body still not used to this much proximity with him. "I feel like shit. Like… worse than shit."

You'd normally roll your eyes at such a statement, but you knew now that he was telling the truth, you'd seen the blood he coughed up the day before during your stay in Chile, and you knew that a cold could quickly turn into something way worse given the time.

You were ready to offer him help with whatever he needed, but you were cut off before you could even begin as you saw his mouth open wide from the corner of your eye.

"Wh-"

"Feed me." He attempted to say without closing his mouth, soft eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes with a pleasing look. "C'mon. Hungry."

You tried to ignore the head creeping up your neck as you reached into the bag with the plastic spoon to scoop up some of the now lukewarm food out and into his mouth, watching as he closed his mouth around the spoon and gulped, moaning softly at the taste.

"Holy shit that might actually be the best thing I've ever tasted." He opened his mouth again, waiting for you to shovel a bit more food into his mouth.

"Oh, so what you said about my pesto was a lie?" You said, pouting in mock sadness as you repeated your action, shoving the spoon into his mouth a bit too hard and making him choke, but before you could apologise, he shook his head, answering your previous accusation.

"Okay, second best. Your cooking skills put this delicious cold goop to shame." He joked between a few chews, nudging you slightly with his shoulder. "You know that."

"Ah, so you're comparing my food to this?" You raised the bag in question and shook it a bit to further your point, trying your best to not burst out laughing at how panicked he looked as he tried to explain himself; a frown etching onto his face as you finally broke and let out a soft giggle.

"You're making fun of me." He finally seemed to realise as you nodded in response, about to shove some snow in your face if it weren't for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth and the puppy eyes you shot in his direction.

"Truce?"

The gulp he made was enough of a response for you.

Once the spoon you had used for Dream was well disposed of (you didn't want to risk getting ill yourself), you started eating some of the food yourself, Dream's head still snugly resting on your shoulder as he watched your every movement, making small talk every now and then and joining in on the conversations the others were having.

"Okay, it's like… almost midnight." Jimmy commented as he stared down at his watch, everyone staring back at him with the same bewildered expression, since the sun was still shining down onto your small camp. "We gotta get to bed."

"But it's still sunny outside!" Karl whined, pulling back the entrance slap to stare outside for a split moment, everyone immediately shouting at him for letting the cold in.

"And it's going to stay like that! Did the American school system fail you this badly!? Haven't you lot learnt about Antarctica? The sun is always up here!" George exclaimed in frustration, already zipping up his jacket, urging everyone else to abandon their food and do the same.

"Exactly! So let's get into our tents and try to get some rest, okay?" Jimmy encouraged, trying his best to keep everyone's morale up, picking up his sleeping bag and waiting for everyone to be ready before opening the tent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You heard Sapnap curse as he followed his group into the tent with their sleeping bags, your own pressed to your chest for extra warmth until you reached the tent you'd be staying in, quickly making yourself at home on the right side.

"Dibs!" You didn't even try to hide the amusement in your voice as you slammed your bag and belongings onto the plastic ground, immediately starting to zip down the giant coat you'd been wearing.

"Yeah, yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes with a smile as he and Nolan claimed the left side, leaving Dream standing at the entrance in confusion, staring at the empty spot beside your sleeping bag as if it was an abomination of nature.

His brain hadn't seemed to comprehend that he'd be sleeping next to you when you confessed you'd feel safer sleeping in the same tent as him, he had simply assumed you'd be sleeping next to Nolan or Jimmy, not him.

"You okay, dude? You're letting in all the cold." Your voice snapped him out of the daze he had been in, rapidly nodding instead of answering since he really didn't trust his voice to work right then.

Once the tent was zipped up tight, he awkwardly shuffled towards you, watching intently as you pushed your jackets off, which left you in the tight shirt all of you wore beneath the heaps of coats.

His hands shook as he undid his sleeping bag, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of how close to you he was going to be in a few minutes.

And he didn't know why this was affecting him so much, he'd been cuddled up into your side less than an hour ago, and he wouldn't be able to count the times you'd crawled into his bed back home after a nightmare or if you were being too lazy to make the few steps that it took from his room to yours. He'd had you in his arms, hell, he'd felt the warm skin of your waist beneath his open palms that one time he helped you decorate the Christmas tree, so why was this different?

Maybe he was deluded.

That's probably right, his cold had gotten so bad that it was affecting his senses, which meant he was now super fucking awkward around you and wanted nothing more than to hide his face in the crook of your neck and feel once again your warm skin bene-

What?

What the fuck?

What the actual fuck?

He froze in his tracks as he stopped his train of thought from going any further, his face heating up as he reviewed the thoughts about you that seemed to have infiltrated his mind.

Well…. it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about you like that, it was sort of inevitable. You were one of his closest friends, (maybe his closest, but don't tell George that.) and yeah, maybe once in a while he had thought about kissing you, about threading his fingers through your hair and tracing every feature on your pretty face while you laid in his arms.

And… and maybe he had told himself that all those times you had come to him at night for comfort or had stayed in his arms while watching a movie, were nothing but platonic, that you would probably do the same with Sapnap or George (despite the absolute fucking jealousy he felt brewing inside of him at the thought of you lying in their arms instead of his.) and the moments you spent talking about everything and anything at the same time weren't reminiscent to all of his past relationships, because this wasn't a relationship! He was your best friend! Not some creep that was in love with the girl who trusted him the most! Nope! No way.

He nodded to himself in confirmation as he finally finished setting up his sleeping bag, flopping down onto it with an angered huff, ignoring the amused look you sent in his direction.

"You're going to sleep like that?" You questioned, poking his side teasingly, causing him to yelp and move away from your touch as if it was poison as quickly as he could, snapping his head down to look at his outfit.

His cheeks went even redder (if humanly possible) as he realised he had been this close to falling asleep in full Antarctica tactical gear, quickly shoving all of his layers off so he was in the tight shirt your two other tent-mates were also wearing.

"You're so stupid." You snorted at him with a fond smile, turning around on top of your makeshift bed to pick up your phone and some earphones you'd been smart enough to bring. "Downloaded some anime Karl recommended, you want to watch an episode before we sleep?" You offered, making sure your voice was low enough that it didn't disturb Jimmy or Nolan, who were busy talking to the cameraman; lifting an earbud in one hand and waving it around enticingly.

"Y-Yeah, why not?" He smiled back at you, awkwardly shuffling towards you and keeping his distance because he was your friend who respected your boundaries and definitely did not like you.

He sputtered out a whine as you rolled your eyes and pulled his sleeping bag flush against yours, forcing him to sit right next to you, arm to arm, leg to leg and foot to foot. He raised a shaking hand to pop in the earbud you handed to him and tried his best to focus on the screen and not on how fucking warm your skin felt against his, how cute you sounded when you let out a short snort or a low giggle, how pretty you looked from the side with the glow of your phone reflecting your features.

Fuck.

You, for one, were actually enjoying the show at hand (despite only having one earbud, but that didn't matter.), and not focusing on how close Dream was to you, something you were learning to do after all the times you'd spent curled into his side at his bed back home.

You hadn't really thought about how the sleeping arrangements would work back on the plane, you were more concerned about the plastic device Jimmy had shoved into your hand and tried his best to explain how it was supposed to help you use the restroom.

But now that you were given the time to breathe, you finally realised how close you'd be to him, the thought enough to make you want to shove your face into a pillow and scream into it like a schoolgirl, just like every time you ended up in his arms.

Before the episode could finish, the cameraman left after filming a bit of Jimmy and Nolan, the latter escorting him out and turning back around, his gaze flicking down to your sleeping bag.

"Ah, shit, your bag's ripped."

"What?" You let your phone fall onto your lap and leaned over your legs to grab at the end of what would've been your bed if it weren't for the giant gash that had split the bottom in half, exposing your socks to the outside. "Fuck! Jimmy!"

The man in question popped his head up from where he was lying down, surveying the damage before biting the inside of his cheek in thought, scratching his chin.

"Uh… I don't think we've got any spares. Are… Are you okay with sharing or something? I mean, you know Karl, he'll probably be up all night so you can probably take his or share…?"

Dream didn't want to admit how horrible the thought of you leaving his tent to share with Karl was and how disgusting he felt as the jealousy grew in a pit of his stomach as he kept on thinking about it.

"Uh-" You looked down at the threads hanging out of the tear, shrugging your shoulders as you silently agreed. "I mean… as long as Karl's okay with it…? I don't mind."

"Great! Here, let me hel-"

"You can just share with me."

Dream's groggy voice cut off Jimmy's enthusiastic one, causing all of the tent to snap their head into his direction, as if you had forgotten he was there.

"That's fine, right?"

"Yeah!" You cried out a bit too eager, quickly coughing and changing your tone of voice to a more mellow one. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Oookay! That's actually better. A lot of people huddle close for heat here so let's see if you help Dream with that cold of his, eh?" Jimmy nodded, slipping his sleep mask back down his face and lying down, leaving you and Dream wide awake and staring at each other, Nolan having slipped into his bag during your awkward conversation.

"Here." Dream got up and tried his best to pull the sleeping bag open to make more space, waiting patiently for you to unzip your snow boots and put on some fuzzy socks you'd manage to snag in Chile before taking the plane.

"Thanks," You mumbled quietly, awkwardly moving to a side of the bag so Dream would be able to fit in next to you. "For holding it open. And uhm, for offering. I really didn't want to leave the tent, plus, with Karl, Sapnap and George I doubt I'd get any sleep."

Dream snorted in affirmation, aware of how dangerous they were when put together, and he couldn't even imagine how powerful they'd be when contained in such a small space. It was his turn to throw off his boots (not even bothering to unzip them first), and quickly shove himself into the bag next to you in hopes of keeping the warmth his feet had previously been in.

After a bit of shifting and moving limbs, you finally got into a comfortable position, your body draped over his side to preserve warmth with an arm wrapped around you waist with the other tracing random shapes into the arm that was sprawled across his chest, something he subconsciously did every time you were in his arms in such a position.

"This is nice." He mumbled, half joking, half serious.

"Mhm." You hummed, not trusting yourself enough to form proper sentences, carefully resting your head onto his shoulder and tickling his cheek with your hair.

A few moments passed in the same position, Dream's warm hand rubbing circles onto your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, knowing how stressed you probably felt without having to ask. You almost melted in his touch as he moved his head to rub his nose into your hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.

"It's impossible to sleep." He finally broke the silence with the muttered sentence, making you giggle and hide your face further into his shoulder.

"Don't you have an eye mask?" You mumbled from your spot, voice muffled by his shirt, feeling him shift beneath you until his hands left you to pull what you assumed was the eye mask down to his face.

"Forgot about it." He grumbled, warm hands finding their spot back onto your body and continuing their ministrations on your skin, lulling you quickly to sleep, feeling as if your head had been stuffed with cotton, tired enough to ignore everything around you, especially the quiet confession that came from Dream's lips and the soft kiss that was pressed to your forehead, leaving it to be a secret of the night.

You were woken up rather abruptly, the tent opening and Karl's high pitched laugh coming in along with the cold air, making everyone in the tent groan in discomfort and move beneath the covers to preserve the warmth, including you two, who during the night seemed to have moved into a different position, your face pressed right into Dream's chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands cupping the pudge of your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, thumb rubbing in circles like he had done last night with your waist, quickly soothing you back to sleep.

"I'm going to kill you, Karl!" Nolan shouted from his bag as the boy rolled into the tent, Sapnap following close behind with a disposable camera, not trusting his phone enough in such a weather.

"You got it?"

"Yep."

Sapnap made sure the flash was off, not wanting either of you to fully wake up and ruin the moment, before snapping a few pictures of Dream and you cuddled beneath the top layer of his sleeping bag, keeping their giggles and snickers to a low before leaving the tent with a nice reminder of what had happened beneath you.

"Told you it was smart to bring a knife." Sapnap pointed to your discarded sleeping bag with a grin before fully exiting the tent, not without letting in a gust of cold wind.

That seemed to finally snap you out of your sleep, groaning softly as you wriggled in Dream's arms, stopping in your tracks as he let out an incoherent grumble and brought you closer into his arms, as if you were a simple teddy bear and not his best friend who had totally overstepped a line by actually fucking wrapping her legs around his waist as if he were your boyfriend!

"Clay." You whispered as you faced him, moving a hand to push a few of his curls out of the way of his closed eyes and observe the freckles splattered across his skin like stars in the night sky, your finger tracing the short invisible lines between all of them. "Wake up…"

"Hmng…" His hold on you tightened for a moment before returning back to normal, his way of pleading for you to give up and slip back into his arms.

"Claaayy~" you said a bit louder, pressing your finger into the tip of his nose in hopes of getting him to wake faster. "Come on, we've still got a whole day left."

"Do you think I'm actually well enough to do something?" He finally spoke, and you almost jumped at how much worse his voice sounded than last night, but that was a given due to the cold and the mix between his already muzzy voice and the deep tone his morning voice normally took. "Just stay here with me for a while…"

"But I'm well enough to do something, Clay." You mumbled, letting your arm fall by your side and attempting once again to escape his grip, smiling softly as he didn't fight this time and let you slip out easily.

You didn't make any further effort to wake him up again, giving him the luxury of sleeping in a bit longer and getting yourself ready to leave the tent, despite how warm his hold had been and how you truly wanted nothing more than to slip right into his hold and wrap your arms around him.

But you fought the urge to, exiting the warmth of your tent and rushing towards where Karl and George were building a snowman (although it wasn't much of a snowman due to Karl slipping and falling onto it every few minutes.), and offering to assist them.

Ignoring the cold and the fact you didn't have anything to decorate the so-called snowmen with, you actually had fun with them, having said goodbye to Nolan and Jimmy before they left to "claim a mountain" a few hours ago; and you were now left with four snowmen without features, so they really couldn't be called snowmen at all.

"I think it looks pretty good!" Karl hummed as he finished rolling one of the bigger parts of his snowman.

"It's just three balls of snow on top of each other, Karl." George deadpanned as he moved his goggles to see the abominations you three had made.

"I think it looks a bit like you." You stuck your tongue out at George, who returned the gesture before the both of you realised how cold it was to be doing it and quickly returned your tongues back into your mouths.

After making some food and welcoming Jimmy and Nolan back, you spent some time with Dream outside (despite how much your body was screaming at you to get somewhere warm.), and threw a few snowballs at each other, last night's events never discussed or mentioned during your conversations.

You finally realised how much time you had spent outside when Chandler announced the plane would be here in almost two hours, the fact you'd spent almost a day in the freezing snow enough to frighten you into getting frostbite.

"If my fingers fall off I want you to have them, Dream." You confessed to him as you both worked on taking down your tent, giddiness filling you at the loud laugh he let out, nodding his head with a smile beneath his ski mask.

"Yes ma'am, I'll make sure to cherish them until I die." He teased back, shoving whatever remained of the tent into a bag and wrapping some of the rope around it, letting you admire for a moment how strong he truly was before Sapnap called you over to help him with the rubbish.

You didn't have much time to talk as Jimmy hurried you all back to where you had started, where the plane was waiting in all its glory, and holy shit you couldn't wait to be back inside.

You almost tripped on the stairs from how desperate you were to get inside if it weren't for Dream's hands holding you up from behind, knowing how excited you were to get back into the warm safety of the aircraft.

You collapsed into one of the window seats with a loud dramatic exhale, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the leather chairs and the exaggerated smell of the air freshener that was wafting along the main cabin.

"Fucking finally, right?" Dream laughed after shoving both your luggage into the upper compartments, knowing you'd probably be too exhausted to do it yourself after barely catching any sleep in the last 24 hours, and falling into the empty seat next to you.

"I never thought I'd say this, but…" you turned to look at him dramatically, his heart beating rapidly at your serious expression and words until you spoke. "I actually miss Florida."

He breathed out a sigh of relief along with a laugh, nodding his head in agreement as he moved his hand to wrap around yours, heart fluttering as you didn't even stop him from doing so.

"I can't wait to wear some shorts and a tank top and still be hot." You mumbled with a smile, turning your head to a side to make eye contact with him. "Although it'll probably be a bit too cold for that."

"Yeah, you never know with Floridan winters." He snorted, interlacing your fingers with his and moving to look out the window. "As long as I'm out of this coat, I'll be fine."

It was your turn to laugh, nodding your head in affirmation, and shifting on the seat to rest your head on his shoulder, much like he had done when you had first entered the tent.

Silence filled your little corner of the plane until he finally spoke, turning to you completely and making you lose the balance you previously had.

"You uh… did you hear what I said? Last… uh, last last night?"

You cocked your head to a side like a confused puppy would, shaking your head, a no.

"Uh… well… Shit I'm really going to regret this." He breathed out as a laugh, raising his free hand to pull off his ski mask and ruffle up his curls. "I… I kind of, well… kissed your forehead. And said I- I love you."

Your brain short circuited at his words, blankly staring into his eyes as if your body had stopped just so your mind could make any sense of what he was saying.

"In a non-platonic way."

"In a non-platonic way." You parroted, blinking like a fool as you watched him panic underneath your gaze.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Oh."

Silence once again filled your little corner, both of your hands still intertwined and both your gazes locked together, Dream's whole body ready to give out if you didn't give him an answer soon.

"Please say somet-"

"I love you too." Your confession cut him off, his mouth hanging open with unsaid words ready to come out, looking something akin to a fish out of water gasping for air.

"O-Oh!" He breathed out, his body finally catching up to his brain as he nodded at your confession, cheeks pink from both embarrassment and illness. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit." You echoed once again, although this time you ended it with a small breathless giggle, raising your free hand to cup his cheek, stubble pricking your palm and cold skin meeting warm.

"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed, half closed eyes searching for your gaze as his hand came up to cover yours over his cheek. "But I don't want to get you sick."

You smiled at his pout, shrugging your shoulders as you nodded down towards your fingers. "There's no way I'm not getting sick after that, Clay. It's fine. I want to kiss you too."

He nodded faster than the speed of light as you started to pull him down, pressing your lips to his for a moment that felt like eternity, and oh god, it was better than you imagined. It felt as if fireworks were going off in your head, sending shivers down your spine and lighting every nerve within you on fire, his breath against your lips as he pulled back from them almost burning your skin from how much you wanted to press them back onto his.

"Holy shit."

And by the sounds of it, you hadn't been the only one affected ridiculously by the kiss.

"Can we do that more often?" Dream basically vibrated in his seat at the prospect of being able to repeat that experience, his smile only growing when you nodded your head, a matching one pulling at your lips.

"Yes. Yes please."

You weren't quite sure when it had started, but at some point today, your boyfriend had gotten so touchy. The two of you had decided to go out with friends, Sapnap and George, to get food.

You decided on going to your favorite restaurant so you could eat in instead of just going for takeout somewhere.

It was even to the point where Clay pushed for Nick to drive the group there just so he could sit in the backseat with you.

The entire drive there he had his hand on you in some way. That could meant it was either holding yours or it was on your thigh, or just somewhere in close vicinity to you.

When your group finally got to the restaurant, you were all seated together in the corner of the restaurant, Clay insisting on sitting beside you with George and Sapnap on the other side of the table. You smiled as he took the outside of the table, resting his hand on your thigh again.

You didn't think too much of it, getting used to his sudden touchiness. That was until he started sliding his hand up closer to you, causing you to shift a little in your seat.

Was he being serious? Here, and now?

It honestly was more of a turn on than you would have wanted to admit.

His hand met your clothed area, rubbing his fingers against you.

It took everything in you to not push up against his hand as you continued to talk with your friends, trying to act as though everything was normal.

Of course Clay was the type to get off on wanting to get caught.

You bit down on your lip softly, hoping it was subtle enough to not raise any questions. You moved your foot over to Clay's rubbing it against his leg. Mostly as a warning, but he just smirked to himself and pressed his hand against you more roughly.

"I have to go to the restroom," You said suddenly, cutting George off from a story he had been telling. The two men in front of you seemed to nod as they let you get up, Clay silently agreeing he would follow you, to also use the restroom.

You were about to object but then as soon as the coast seemed clear, he dragged you into the family restroom.

"What are you doing?" You asked him as he pushed you against the door after it shut.

"What do you mean?" He asked, playing stupid.

"Babe, you know what I mean," You said under your breath as his lips met your neck, starting to nip at the skin gently.

He laughed softly against your neck.

"We could get caught," You objected.

"Then you better just stay quiet. Wouldn't want George or Nick to figure out our little secret, hm? Or maybe you'd like them to know that as you guys speak, you're falling apart inside over my fingers," He teased.

You left out a soft whine. Fuck, maybe he was right. Maybe it was hot.

"We should head back to the table, hm? And remember, don't get us caught," He said, backing away from you to allow you both to leave.

By the time you both were back at the table, your food had arrived. Surely Clay would let you eat in peace, right?

Wrong.

His hand closest to you was at your inner thigh again, only this time, his hand slipped under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. You felt as his middle finger met with your clit, starting to tease at the entrance, pushing his finger in and out slowly.

It was getting you so worked up, so quickly.

It took everything in you to not allow any noises to slip from your throat, trying your best to focus on eating as your boyfriend began to finger you right in the middle of the restaurant, especially in front of his best friends.

It only became worse when Sapnap had tried starting a new conversation with you directly.

He asked for your opinion on something that you didn't even really take the time to pay attention to, and when you only responded with mostly confusion, Clay interrupted.

"Oh, come on now, you know what he's talking about," He said as though his fingers weren't buried inside of you right now.

His fingers seemed to go deeper as you apologized softly to Nick for ignoring his question.

"Sorry, I'm just not feeling well," You lied.

"What's the matter, baby?" Clay asked you, playing innocent.

You glared at him slightly.

"Nothing, think I jus' need to lay down for a while I think," You answered, your speech slurring together just a bit, starting to get lost in your pleasure.

His fingers curled inside of you slightly, fucking them into you as hard as he could without being noticeable.

You closed your eyes for a moment, praying to God that nobody would question you. your breath caught slightly, Clay's fingers finally hitting that spot deep inside of you, causing your orgasm.

You came all over his fingers, trying to stop your hips from jerking into his hand..

It took you a moment to calm down again once he pulled his hand from your pants.

~~~

Ever since my mom brought home her new boyfriend when I was eighteen, I knew I was in trouble. It was so hard to not stare at him, he was beautiful in every way. From his dirty blonde hair that had some semblance of grey streaks on the side, to his emerald eyes that would burn into my soul.

It only got worse after they got married. My mom had rushed so quick with him, getting engaged only a month after dating and having their wedding 8 months after. I had just freshly finished up high school and was moving out for college when he first moved in, at the time I was thanking my lucky stars that I wouldn't have to live with him for more than two weeks, but by the end, I was almost begging myself not to leave.

Nothing ever explicitly happened during those two weeks, but it was the way he would trail his hands down my shoulders whenever my mom wasn't around. How he would purposefully brush up against me whenever he walked by, the way he would lean close to me to the point where I could feel his breathing fan across my skin.

After I left my mind was always going to him on lonely nights. During the times I couldn't fall asleep and dipped my hands under the elastic of my shorts in the hopes of release.

Everything was fine, after a few months of being at college, the thought of Clay started to fade. He became more of a distant old fantasy than a man that lived in my head rent-free.

But then I had to go back for Christmas.

The house smelt of my mom's amazing cooking. The aroma filled my senses and helped me forget about my worries about her husband. That was until he stepped in front of me and pulled me into his chest.

"Hey, beautiful! It's so good to have you home again," he greeted in a cheery tone as he took a step away from me but kept his hands on my shoulders. I smiled, a slight blush creeping on my face.

"Hey, Clay. Where's my mom?"

"Oh, she's in the kitchen, darling."

I smiled and took a step back, placing my luggage on the floor and darting into the kitchen.

I greeted my mom with a happy hello and a warm hug. I was determined to not let Clay ruin my time home.

~~~

We had an amazing Christmas Eve dinner, one of the best in years, and for once I was able to forget about the weird tension between Clay and me. If only it lasted.

On Christmas morning I was woken up to the sound of my alarm blaring, I had thrown the covers off and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Clay was sitting at the island counter sipping on an energy drink.

"No Christmas breakfast?" I asked in a playful tone. Clay's head snapped in my direction and a smile pulled at his lips.

"No, doll, but if you're really that desperate I'm sure I could stuff you."

A blush rose on my cheeks but I brushed it off, letting out an awkward chuckle. He stood up and started walking to me in slow steps. For every step he took, I took one back. But then I was pressed against the wall and he was caging me in.

"I'm serious, y'know. Don't even think I don't see how you look at me." He started leaning in, his lips just an inch from mine, and right as I was about to close the distance we heard my mom open the door to her bedroom.

Clay pulled away quickly and I let out a whine. He looked at me and smirked.

"Don't worry, darling, you'll get your present later."

~~~

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I had thrown myself into bed in a flurry of less-than-graceful movements. It didn't take long for my eyes to close and for sleep to surround me.

I was awoken by a dip in the bed. My head shot up only to be held back down. I heard a familiar chuckle as my eyes found striking emerald eyes just inches from my face.

"You didn't think I would back down, did you? I have a present for you."

He leaned over to flick on my lamp light so I could see properly, in his hands sat a bright pink dildo and a pair of handcuffs. My eyes widened in shock and I heard him laugh.

"If at any point you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?" I nodded. "Good, now come here, stand in front of me."

I did as told, pushing off the blankets and moving to stand in front of where he was sitting.

"Strip."

My face heated and my eyes widened. My hands went to my shirt first, pulling the fabric over my shoulders. I could see him smirk slightly. My hands went to my pants and tugged them down before stepping out of them.

"Good, now turn around and put your wrists together behind your back."

I obeyed, legs working before I could even process what I was doing.

I could feel the metal of the handcuffs against my skin before I heard the click of them being locked into place.

I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me backward so I was sitting on his lap, my back against his chest.

His hands went to my thighs and he pulled them apart, his hand dipping down to my folds.

"Already so fucking wet for your daddy, huh? You're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy," I managed to let out in a breathy whimper as his fingers started rubbing circles on my clit. My head tilted back to lean against him further, a moan escaping my lips as he pressed a bit harder.

Suddenly I felt pressure at my entrance, I looked down to see him pressing the tip of the dildo to my folds.

"Want me to push it in, baby? Want me to use a plastic cock to get you off?"

"Yes, daddy, please!"

As soon as the words slipped from my mouth I felt the cold plastic slip between my folds. The toy was big, stretching me to a point I didn’t think would be physically possible. Once it was fully seated in me Clay seemed to pause.

“Is this still alright, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, feels so good,” I slurred out.

At my words he started quickly moving the toy in and out of me, a strangled cry left my lips as I arched my back against his chest. His free hand came up to my mouth.

"Quiet, darling, wouldn't want your mother to wake up."

I bit my lip and I felt his hand travel to my neck, squeezing the sides of it just enough to barely constrict my breathing.

"Daddy~, I'm gonna- gonna cum," I sputtered.

His hand grew tighter, "No you're fucking not."

I let out a noise of question before I felt him pull the dildo out. I whined but he just chuckled.

"Don't worry, little bitch, daddy's gonna fill ya up."

He shifted me onto the bed, him now laying between my outstretched legs.

He pulled off the sweater he was wearing and gave me a full view of the muscular expanse of his chest. I felt my lips part slightly as I stared. He looked up at me and chuckled.

His hands went to his sweats, quickly pulling down his boxers with them. He kicked them off, throwing them somewhere on the floor as he pressed his lips to mine.

"Think you can take me, doll?"

"Yes, please just fuck me."

He smiled again and I felt the tip of his cock being pressed to my cunt as he lined himself up. Soon enough he had slipped himself into my puffy lips and I leaned back, letting out a strangled moan as I did.

"You're so fucking wet."

I let out a whine as his hands came up to my chest, squeezing my nipples and tugging at the sensitive buds.

"Can I move?"

I quickly nodded and I felt his hips pull back before pushing back in. He started at a brutal pace, wrapping a hand around my throat while his other one was on the bed helping him stay stable.

Moans and whines were falling from my lips, and I could hear soft groans coming from the man above me.

I could feel my high pooling in my lower stomach, I fought against the restraints so I could try and grab onto him, but to no avail.

"Daddy, may I please cum? Please?" I managed to get out.

"Yes, doll. cum on daddy's cock."

I absent-mindedly nodded as I felt myself clench around him before finally, I unraveled.

I cried out, my vision becoming hazy. After a few moments, I had come back, realizing he was still thrusting into me at a sharp pace.

I cried out, the feeling of overstimulation becoming very prominent.

"I'm gonna cum, doll. Can I come inside?"

I quickly nodded, "I'm on the pill."

He groaned and nodded before I felt his hand move to my clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

I cried out, the overstim bleeding into pleasure as I felt the knot building again.

"You can give me another, can't you? Wanna cum with daddy?"

I nodded again and heard him laugh before his thrusts started getting sloppy. I felt his cock twitch inside me and his movements on my clit sped up.

My back arched into him and he pressed his head into the crook of my neck, "Cum, doll."

I obeyed, tipping over the edge again as I felt him slow and thrust one more time before hot ropes of cum started to cover my walls.

We sat there for a few moments, him hovering over me while we panted.

I felt him slip out and get up, he went to grab our clothes. He sat me up and unlocked the handcuffs, sitting them on my bedside table before slipping my shirt over my head.

"I'm gonna go get a rag, alright?"

I nodded.

He came back a few moments later and then cleaned us both up.

He slipped his clothes on before handing me my underwear.

He smiled at me and leaned over, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"If your mother wasn't home, I'd stay here with you."

I smiled.

"She's going on a trip all next week, and I'll still be home."

He smirked, "Well, we'll have some bonding time next week," he whispered before glancing over at the handcuffs.

I blushed and shook my head.

He pressed his lips to mine again before pulling away.

He stood and walked to the door, before leaving he turned back.

"Goodnight, doll."

"G'night, Clay," I muttered as I turned my light off. I snuggled into the sheets, my eyes closing as I let out a pleased sigh, although it was hard to ignore the feeling of guilt, but that was future me's problem.

~~~

That was the longest fic I have ever written. Took me like a week and it isn't even edited. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. Once again, please please please, don't cheat and don't have sex with stepfamily.

Stay safe, and drink water.

I love you,