face reveal/j ^^^^^ please don't send hate i'm inscuere 🥺🥺🥺🥺
pfff, me writing smut in public? nooooo i would never /s
FINALLY not a oneshot
guys i own a waterparks hoodie now :D
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snap crackle pop's pov
"Jesus Christ, Sapnap, how do you get this much spaghetti sauce on your hoodie?!" Dream said from the laundry room, holding up my stained green smile hoodie.
I walked into the laundry room behind him. "Karl bumped into me and I spilt it," I mumbled, blushing at the thought of... all that.
"Damn," he says, the laundry machine door thing slamming. "Clumsy."
"Shut up," i say, crossing my arms.
"Well, i'm going to start the stream. You'll be joining, right?" He asks, leaving the laundry room. i follow behind. Like a dog.
"Yeah. I'm just going to change into something more comfortable," I say, and walk into my room.
I open the closet, looking for a hoodie. Of course I could just wear one of my own, I guess.
I almost grab one when I notice a hoodie on the ground, beside my bed.
It's definitely Dream's, based on the size. It's one of his black smile hoodies.
I pick it up. How did it get here? This definitely isn't one i've stolen. That's weird.
I shrug, stripping down all of my clothes, including my boxers.
I pull on the hoodie, smelling the soft fabric. It smells like Dream.
I close my eyes, just standing there, smelling his hoodie, like a weirdo. It smelled good, though. Dream smells good. I love it when he cuddles me. When he kisses me. God, when he fucks me. Just the thought makes my dick twitch.
"Sapnap!" I hear Dream call me.
Oh right. Stream.
I leave the room, remembering at the last minute i have no boxers on. 😳 An idea pops into my head.
With a smile, I enter Dream's room, leaning against the door frame.
"Stream?" he says, not looking away from the screen.
"Yeah, in a minute," I say, walking towards him.
He looks over at me, then looks down, his eyes glued to my bare thighs.
"What are you wearing?" He asks with a smirk, looking back up at my eyes.
I don't answer, and instead, sit in his lap, straddling him.
His hands immediately grasp my thighs, rubbing them, slowly moving his hands up until he realizes. And I can tell when he does, 'cause his breath hitches, and he freezes.
