I've really been in a top dream mood and I'll blame zyebana_yaoistka  🥴🥴

Anyways, enjoy

❌Smut❌

"What the hell do you want from me?" It was a sharp hiss, burning steel dipped into cold water to smoke and fester.

"Don't play dumb, angel, I'm sure you've already figured it out." His voice was smooth as velvet, that pointed tongue flicking purposefully with the patronising nickname.

Dream's mouth twisted into a scowl and he readjusted his grip on his staff, fingers curling around and gripping it tight as if it were the intruder's throat. They were too close for him to use his bow - they knew that. "Go back to your league, Killer."

The twisted skeleton grinned, the whites of his teeth gleaming in the bleeding dusk. He took a step closer and Dream did too, the pointed staff pressing harshly against the curve of his sternum and staying there, an effective barrier to keep him back. "I've come unarmed, Dream - I'm not about to stab you; that's not why I'm here."

Dream couldn't miss the way those grey pupils flicked up and down him as if he were a meal, the sinful dart of his tongue across his lips, the twitch of his fingers. "Get out."

"You're always so quick to turn me down." His expression morphed to somewhat close to a pout, fingers reaching up to grip onto his staff and push it aside. But Dream wasn't exactly planning on giving him that chance, instead shoving it further against his chest and stepping forwards continuously until Killer was forced to stumble into the wall, spine grinding against the cold surface.

"Tell me why you're here, before I smash your skull in and mail the fragments back to Nightmare." It was hardly a joke.

Killer's eyes went wide only for a moment before his infuriatingly confident grin came back and he inhaled sharply, as if having been planning these next words since the very moment he'd left his own home to come pester Dream.

"I want you to fuck me."

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

Scoffing sharply the smaller gripped at the staff, pushing it aside. "Oh don't act stupid with me now, Dream. You heard me and you know exactly what I mean. I want you to break me; shove me up against the wall until my bones are scraped raw; rail me until I scream; fuck my throat so hard my neck snaps."

The words felt echoey in his mind, fleeting past and jumbling messily in an impossible attempt to class them as coherent. Killer wanted him - wanted him. Why? He wasn't too bothered with keeping to his personal image, never aiming to earn other people's admiration. That time was far behind him. But killer of all people?

His mind wandered without his permission, drifting back to all the fights they'd had - every time their two groups clashed he'd always find himself up against Killer - each and every time. He'd never thought much of it at all, and why would he? Killer was a good opponent, he could admit that. A few times the boy had even managed to leave his bones chipped or scratched up with those dangerous knives. Never before had he considered that coincidence to be motivated, let alone sexually motivated. The idea was absurd.

But then certain instances sprung to mind - the time when the two of them had fought in the snow, stumbled and fell with the vixen on top of himself with an arrow embedded deep in his shoulder. He remembered Killer had nicked him with his blade, blood running down his cheek and dripping onto the scuffed snow. They'd each had equal chance to kill - though killer perhaps more now that he recalled the knife digging into his throat. He could have slit it in a smooth notion, provided a great win to his team before fleeing into the trees. But he hadn't, instead carrying out the sickening action of licking the blood from his cheek and winking before leaving him stunned in the snow with a snapped rib.

He'd always assumed Killer had done so as to provide more fighting entertainment for later - but now he had other ideas for his motive.

Stood before him the skeleton grinned widely, licking his damp lips. "You're getting it now, aren't you? You're starting to realise."

Tearing himself from his memories Dream hissed, and noting that he'd stepped closer, quickly stepped forward to shove the other back against the wall by his throat.

He hadn't accounted for the guttural moan that spilled from Killer's lips, the skeleton's eyes practically rolling back in his skull as a hand weakly gripped his wrist - more to keep him there than to stop him. "FfUck a-angel- just like that-"

Dream immediately felt overcome with disgust over the grey skeleton, but he couldn't deny the curl of arousal that pricked in his core, mind spitting out all sorts of insensible suggestions that in any normal instance he would have crumpled and thrown out. But in the moment, seeing Killer stare at him with such arousal and fear had clicked something in him.

All sense and lucidity was quickly thrown out of the window as he stepped to growl in his ear, tone strict and Sharp. It had been so long since he'd had a good fuck, what would one filthy delinquent's greedy mouth do any bad?

"Make it quick."

As soon as the hand was gone from around his neck the skeleton dropped to his knees, fingers scrabbling to unbuckle his belt, dragging out the loop and casting the leather aside before he dragged down the zipper. The guardian's male body had formed, leaving Killer eager and drooling. "Excited; are you?"

"Don't speak. Put your mouth to good use."

"Yessirr." It was a quick and automatic response that he was more than eager to follow, his primal urges clouding his mind and shrivelling any guilt, regret or shame he most likely should be feeling.

Dream was impassive as he watched the so-called-emotionless skeleton, golden pupils still as they observed Killer's filthy and deplorable actions. He made no noise when Killer's tongue dragged up the tip of his half hard cock, not giving him the satisfaction. It didn't seem that the other much cared, more focused on figuring out his angle.

"I've thought of this moment so many times- you have no idea-" He whispered before choking as Dream shoved him onto his length, grunting.

"One more word and I'll snap your pretty little neck."

Eyes rolling back Killer nodded, spit dribbling down his chin as he pushed down on his cock to fit as much as he could down his throat. He tasted better then he could have imagined, and the way the whole scene was playing out was beyond perfect. God he'd have to jerk himself off at least five times when he got home after this, his own hard on throbbing and untouched in his shorts.

Bobbing his head he slurped messily, tongue rubbing at the tip and base, a hand squeezing what he couldn't reach. He wanted to let his eyes roll back but forced them to stay focused on Dream and his unimpressed look, stone cold and silent. God how he wanted to hear him moan.

Shifting softly Dream exhaled through his nose, and his hand clenched into a fist and pressing against the wall to keep him stable. Killer was disgracefully good at what he did, that sinful tongue working wonders around the head of his hard cock, flicking and sweeping over it before grinding at the underside. It nearly drew a noise from him, but he forced any sounds back down to the deepest depth of his body.

He'd never seen Killer in such a derogatory position before, on his knees and sucking him off like it was his life's one purpose. Fingers grasped at his hips and clawed down his upper thighs in shaky motions and from this angle it looked as if his soul had twisted into a wobbly upside down heart.

"Filthy slut, you've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?"

Moaning freely Killer pulled away and nodded, babbling nonsense with spit covered lips. "MhH- y-you have no idea I- fuck I've pictured this- also pictured you beneath me, mh, you'd look so good-"

At that Dream scowled, a hand grasping the back of his skull and shoving him back down his cock at a rate that had him choking. "Shut up and do what you came here for."

Killer tried to pick up the pace again, he really did. But Dream had become impatient, deciding matters should he taken into his own hands. He snapped his hips forwards, the action sending killer's skull slamming into the cold wall behind him harshly. His vision danced with stars and he cried out, his mouth all of a sudden being fucked and drilled into like some useless toy. His eyes rolled back.

"NGh- hhha- you look so- so pathetic-" Dream spat as he watched his the smaller's neck snap back, eyes glazed over with euphoria. Killer's only answers were vibrations up his dick, the feeling earning a hollow moan that he might have regretted letting him hear. But considering how ruined killer was, he didn't need worry about his own ego being diminished.

He could feel himself getting close, curling flames licking at his core with skill second to only Killer's tongue that worked incredible wonders on him. It seemed the tear stained skeleton seemed to realise too as his actions became more vigorous, hollowing out his cheeks to suck all the sense out of him.

With one last thrust Dream crushed killer against the wall, his seed spilling down his throat in messy spirts that had him reeling and groaning. He'd never come so hard in his life.

Choking down his sticky release Killer gave a warbled moan, his knees giving out beneath him as he sank down to the floor, body useless and melting. "Fucking hell- y-you've single handedly ruined all other blowjobs for me- Mh- how is anyone supposed to live up to that?"

"Do you ever shut up?" His voice came out more strained than he wanted and he internally cursed for that, though it seemed Killer wasn't in the right state of mind to even register. He simply sat there, stunned, his cheeks filthy with black smudged tears and chin caked in his own drool and Dream's cum.

"Never." The word was slurred.

Part of Dream wondered whether he should consolidate him, perhaps clean him up and let him sleep on the couch for the night. But that part of him was successively sealed off and he shook his head, wrenching the smaller to his feet carelessly. "Now go home."

"Mmh.. same time tomorrow?" He asked drowsily, feeling like he may have dislocated his jaw.

"Go home."

"That's yes." He mumbled as he stumbled to the door, tugging his hoodie down to hide his own throbbing length.

Dream watched him coldly as he left, only turning away once the door was shut and he was sure he was alone.

He jacked off twice again that night, both times to the image of Killer so roughly fucked beneath him.

Perhaps a visit tomorrow wouldn't be too bad.

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Fuck-buddies is an underrated concept I swear.

Ah I love strong top dream and bratty killer it makes me ever so pleased 😍

Hope you enjoyed

Part two has already been written

-Jess-