mcyt smut one-shots (i'm so sorry)

dreamnotfound v.1

oh god here we go! tw:// slight choking, dominance, $lut shamming. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

George breathed in the cold London air. It was a winter morning and snow speckled his dark fluffed up hair. He waited at the train station, his hands clasped together trying to sink in any warmth they could while he anxiously bounced. He was going to be able to meet Dream today.

Dream!

His best friend he had met over the internet, well not only his best friend but maybe his crush but, shhh, no one else knew that. George heard the train rolling in from the distance, the tip of his nose numb from the frost biting at it. Suddenly the train squealed to a stop, people filing out of it, blocking George's view completely. He rose to his tiptoes, his short ass trying to see over the people weaving around him. It was loud, so there was no point in trying to yell over the wind blowing in his ear and the yelling people. He felt lost, almost distressed as he looked around, eyes as wide as a doe's in headlights.

"George?"

George whipped around at the familiar voice, beaming at the tall man now in front of him. Wow, Dream was even more gorgeous in person. George couldn't help but let his gaze travel to Dream's lips, letting it hover before he watched them pull back into a smirk. ((OH MY GOD THE TIMING- SWEATER WEATHER JUST CAME ON AFJEKBFIE))

"Hi." Dream whispered. If George hadn't been focused on his lips, he wouldn't have realized he had said anything. George didn't say anything, just ran into Dream's arms. Their tight and very passionate embrace lasted a minute before George pulled away. He didn't want to though, Dream's iconic hoodie was so warm and smelt like a campfire. He would do anything to tear it off of him and keep it for himself.

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"Woo, it's cold out there." Dream said, slamming the car door as he hopped into the passenger seat. "Yeah, that's why I suggested we waited until the spring at least." George rolled his eyes playfully as he let out his sarcastic comment. Dream chuckled, lightly swatting at Georges arm.

"You know I couldn't resist you though, George."

George froze. Those words, either could be taken as a joke or he completely meant it. It really didn't matter to George though because his body turned against him and he was definitely turned on now. He cleared his throat the atmosphere completely changing. He felt Dream's eyes burning into him. George's cheeks flushed, hopefully Dream would think it was just from the extreme temperatures.

George shifted uncomfortably. Shit, he was wearing grey sweatpants. Why today? Why? Dream chuckled, turning to the window. He noticed. He noticed. Shit he noticed. George bit his lip in slight panic, starting the car and beginning to drive out of the parking lot.

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Dream found himself constantly sneaking looks over to George throughout the drive home. His gaze sometimes was pulled down, where he had made George embarrassed. He rolled his tongue in his mouth, he was ready to make George his bitch. Dream rolled his head, stretching his neck and grabbing Georges thigh with his right hand. (hehe because in London it's flipped I can't believe I remembered that. :D)

George froze, his hands squeezing the wheel until his knuckles were flushed white. Dream turned, pressing against the middle console, leaning over to George. His breath tickled George's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"D-Dream?" George looked over to the dirty-blonde next to him, their faces now inches apart. George could feel Dream's hot breath on his lips now, parting them slightly. Dream tsk-ed, grabbing George's face with one hand, and forcing it back to look at the road. "Don't kill us now, darling, we can wait." He said in his 'georgeeee~' voice. (PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT AIUFEEOG).