Dream Team Smutshots || dream, george & sapnap

An Insecure Dom, Pt 1

Ship : Dreamnotfound
FLUFFY ASF! I'm planning on doing a few parts for this one. There will be smut in the next part, so stay tuned you horney mf's.
Words : 2848
Dreams POV :]
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I was excited, so excited to finally see him. After months of sitting in my recording room, on a discord call with him almost everyday, talking about random things, I was going to meet him.

Obviously I haven't shown him what I look like, because where's the fun in that? Kidnapping him looked a lot more fun, honestly. That didn't stop him from being whiny about it. He's messaged me for the past five minutes with a panicked look on his face; his soft brown eyes glancing up and looking around, my green orbs looking away as he did.

Not only was I excited that my best friend, the one I have feelings for and late night desires about pinning against my wall and teasing him, destroying him, was only a room away, but I was also so, so nervous. Self conscious in actual fact; I've always been insecure. I don't want to be judged by his soft chocolate brown eyes.

So, I either stand here and stall until he gets an Uber with a sad, dissapointed look in his eyes or I toughen up and go greet him. How? I don't know how. Do I hug him? I want to. Do I give him a handshake? That would be less weird then hugging him but also awkward. Maybe I should just scare him..?

I look at Georges short figure glancing around himself and his palms crush into fists frustratedly,  his lips pursed and his eyebrows pulled together. Now or never. I can't avoid this right now. No, I can't do that.

I wait until he's turned around before I drag my feet across the floor of the airport as quietly as I can. His shoulders are tense, so I know he's just as nervous as I might be, but I can't assume. Maybe he's pissed.... that's probably why. Yup.

I hold my breath as I get closer to him, and soon I'm an arms length away. He still hasn't noticed me, so it's now or never. I quickly glance at his outfit and feel my eyes soften considerably; he's wearing a black hoodie that's a size to big, with black jeans and dirty sneakers sitting on his feet comfortably.

I open my arms wide; people watch from a distance with a look of uncertainty in their faces. I hope I don't get kicked out from fake kidnapping him. Before I wrap my arms around him, I let out a warning chuckle.

He jumps from fear first, and then screams, but I couldn't care less. My arms easily wrap around his dainty, small and beautiful figure, giving them enough more space to go back around to his waist. I finally have him in my arms. He's just really trying to get out of them.

"It's just me." I say with a softer voice then I expected I would speak in. His sounds of battling stops almost instantly, and his muscles relax, "I hate you, you're an idiot." His British accent is, not to be cheesy, music to my ears. The soft, velvety sound of it fills my chest with a warm, fuzzy feeling that makes me squeeze him tighter.

"Yeah, whatever." I mumble as I pull away from him, it wasn't long enough but I didn't want to be weird. When I take a few steps away from him, and he turns around to face me, his eyes flicker over my face, down to my chest and then back to my face again with a small pink colour forming on his cheeks, "You're just as ugly as I thought you would be." He breaths out with a teasing smile.

Knowing he's just joking; I roll my eyes and go to grab his suitcase for him, "You think I'm hot, don't you?" I tease as I turn away from him. I miss the red that travels up from his neck and into his face, lighting it on fire, "Come on, I don't have a car, so I need to call an Uber." I tell George as I walk away from him and towards where I walked through the entrance.

"I'm so tired." He groans behind me as we walk along. I hum to acknowledge him as I glance behind me. His arms are crossed over his chest and his feet drag along. His eyes are half closed now that he isn't surprised by me anymore. He does look tired.