Ruin The Friendship [ dreamwastaken x reader ]

7 | put ur d on the phone

It's finally Saturday. This week has been absolute dog shit. I've barely had time to text Clay between my immense amount of homework and his Minecraft stuff. Finally, now that it's just a little bit before he goes live, we have time to text each other.

And maybe flirt.

Clay seems like he needs it. I can tell that he's a bit nervous. I just sent off my latest masterpiece of a text. It's a bit cruel, but neither of us is great at playing nice.

'can't wait to see my very handsome man get second place 🤩' 2:27 pm

Daddy Dream
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'oh blow me' 2:27 pm

I bite my lip, grinning at my phone like an idiot.

'sure' 2:27 pm
'only if you win 😘😳😏' 2:27 pm

'Im gonna call you in a sec' 2:28 pm

I look at my phone in surprise for only a moment before the FaceTime pops up. I answer quickly, before I can even think to wonder what I look like, instinct from years of just friendship.

"What?" I ask, as soon as I see him. "Why'd you call?"

Clay smiles. "Hi to you too." He sighs and stretches, grinning at his phone. "I wanted to go through your clothes together so I can help you pick an outfit."

I furrow my brow. "For what?" I ask.

"For tonight, when I win and take my victory lap inside of you." He says, fighting a laugh, looking particularly proud.

I roll my eyes. I could let the joke die, spend some time having a genuine conversation, but now I need to mess with him back.

"Sure!" I chirp, and rock to my feet, headed for my dresser.

I prop my phone up and open my top drawer. I dig my hand into the right side and grab a completely sheer, other than lace accents, thong.

"How's this?" I ask, spreading it out to hold it in front of the camera.

Clay looks absolutely shocked, staring at me with his mouth ajar. "I— y-you—" He swallows. "Can I see it on? Before I make my decision." He says, trying to reclaim his cool.

I hum for a moment. "Of course..." I side-eye my phone. He looks immediately excited, perking up.

"When you win." I say, smiling.

Clay groans, letting his head fall back. "I should've seen that one coming."

I laugh. "You really should have." I say, grabbing my phone and flopping back into bed.

Clay returns the laugh. "I never— I just never even thought about the fact that you owned stuff like that. You're always dressed so—"

"Be careful with your next words." I warn, lifting my brows.

He hesitates. "—So comfortably."

I squint my eyes, but accept it. "I mean, that's a lot of my clothes, especially around people I know well." I purse my lips. "But I'm multifaceted, I can dress seductively."

"I'll believe it when I see it." Clay says, raising his brows while I furrow mine, protesting immediately.

"Fuck do you mean—" I start, somewhat annoyed.

Clay laughs a small amount. "I just— I can only see you in like... shorts and a T-shirt. I dunno." He says.

I roll my eyes, frustrated. "Okay..." I say, pouting. He's being a type of unintentionally mean that I don't like.