Dreamnotfound and corpsexsykkuno smut and fluff

Dreamnotfound 💚

I don't know how I got myself in this predicament.

How I ended up this close to Georgie.

Glancing down at his lips. The blush dancing across his features told me what I wanted to know, tho we've joked about it many times this time felt different, we did those to entertain. The camera's were off.

The sound of ocean felt muffled as our faces inched closer, stealing a centimeter or two.

"..clay?" George mumbled unsure of what to do most likely, I could feel it too.

Splash

An extremely big wave decided to smooth the sand we were laying on at that moment drenching us both. "what the hell?!?" gogy said, his british accent prominent in his sentence we sprinted from the coast into grass. After spitting out the salt water to the best of my ability, gogy doing the same
I was hysterical with laughter, wheezing to the point I couldn't breathe, George following close after.

When I started wheezing from laughter he joined from how contagious it was "d-drEam, you look like a wet rat" George giggled ruffling my wet head. That wave Wasn't exactly what I thought was gonna happen next but I still wanted to steal a kiss from my British bestfriend.

My hands I had rested on his shoulder, his laugh faltered to a smile, and slid up to cradle the back of his neck as I kissed him. He kissed back a couple seconds later.

The kiss Sweet and soft. His lips soft and sweet..salty thanks to the ocean water. I smiled a bit into the kiss as it became chaste before george put a hand on my chest seperating.

He giggled sweetly "what?" he asked confused to why I was smiling. "you taste like salt water george" i laughed a bit. "ugh shut up" he said, a smile he coudnt bite back plastered to his face.

He started the kiss this time, less soft but still sweet.

Salty.

It was longer this time, my hands slid from his neck, to his ass squeezing gently as I pulled him closer to me, our hips met. He whimpered slightly, his tone changed from soft to needy, before he pulled apart again.

"clay!!" he exclaimed embarrased but not leaving my embrass. His hands still on my chest. "what?!" i wheezed, George abviosly embarrased by my antics.

He rolled his eyes. "you purv" he said still smiling, which I took as a good sign. Sliding my left hand back up to caress his neck, the other squeezing his plump right cheek again making him bite his lip as i mumbled "your purv~".

I waited for his reaction.

He rolled his eyes again.

Looked back out at the sea his blush still prominant until that point. He looked back at me, seeing as I was watching and awaiting his next move.

He huffed.

And then kissed me again, letting me snake my tongue in close after, which I did. We started to make-out a bit more heated.

We had gotten adjusted to each others mouths by now. My mind was cloudy to anything but George's sweet, but salty lips on mine. And his curvy delicious body my hands were free to roam.

It was a lot more heated now, his right hand caressed my jaw as our tongues battle. Our bodies flush against eachother, he leaned back chasting the kiss as I moved further, tilting my head to the side he followed my lead doing the same.

We broke for air, staring into each others eyes with a heated look glinting his features, I swallowed damn this British boy was a good kisser.

We were farther up on shore in a feild of flufffy grass so when I fell backwards George coming with me I only laughed. His hands supporting him on either side of my head, and sitting on my waste his thighs straddling on either side.

I didn't realize the sexual position we had ended up in until we both stopped laughing...