Parakeets

[17]

Okay before we start i think i need to trigger warning this chapter due to some of the contents

HEAVY NSFW
knife play
blood
degrading

just, have some holy water spare; if you're uncomfy with nsfw you can skip this chapter it isn't key to the plot :] [just requested]

George wiped his eyes turning noticing dream was still sleeping, he got out of the bed quietly and grabbed some clothing from the closet.

He had an idea, it'd played in his mind since they got in the car last night. He wanted revenge for the embarrassment and shame dream brought to him.

He looked in the bathroom mirror as he pulled the fishnet tights over his legs, his thighs compared to most of his body actually had a lot of contents and could be considered chubby, which was peculiar as the rest of his body was more in the slim category.

He pulled the waist line up so the fishnets covered his stomach, he slid a cropped dream smile hoodie on, it was one of the final releases. He placed a black heart choker over his neck and then pulled up the purple plaid skirt. It was incredibly short, barely covering his arse, the slightest movement would reveal the red thong beneath.

He looked up at his face in the mirror, grabbing eyeliner, he ran it beneath his lower eyelid and then a thin coat on his upper. He applied mascara then looked back at himself with a smirk.
He opened a drawer and slid his hand in taking out a butt plug, it wasn't massive, but it certainly wasn't small. It was black and red with a type of gem at the tip. He travelled his hands down and put it in wincing slightly at the feeling, still sore from last night.

Now for the fun, acting as if nothings different, not letting dream touch.

George still ached from the night before, the slight limp was still present. He left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, making sure to be as loud as possible as he began making an english breakfast.

As he began to finish frying the eggs dishing it up, the bedroom door opened

"george why have you got to be so lo-" dream froze looking up at george, he had a frying pan in hand, his fluffy brown hair pushed to the left side of his face, clout goggles placed delicately on top of his hair. As george turned back to the food his skirt rode up a little revealing the red laced thong.

Dream giggled walking over
"what's this then" he observed biting his lip looking george up and down
"i'm making breakfast" george smiled placing an egg on dreams plate sliding it in his direction
"not the breakfast, you" dream raised an eyebrow
"what about me, dream?"
"i- nothing" dream took his plate and sat down.

George sat opposite him eating his food trying to hide his smirk.

Dream desperately avoided looking at george as he ate his food, george had finished and stood, flicking his hips slightly as he walked into the kitchen.

Dream stood following after him, he reached a hand out, yet george slapped it away. "hands to yourself clay" his voice was low, dream quickly became flustered feeling his cock grow against his boxers, george looked down noticing with a smirk he bit his lip walking away.

"george-" dream called after him blubbering his words still shocked

"what" george span on his heel and faced dream, the movement once again caused his skirt to flail.

"i'm- confused?"
"is that a question or a statement"
"i- i'm not sure" dreams face was red as he tried to keep his eyes on georges despite them wandering down

"i can make this so much harder for you"

dreams breath hitched, what did george have planned, his cock throbbed as he thought of it. How he wanted to bend george over and fuck him right there, how he wanted to hold his throat. How he wanted to watch georges eyeliner run down his pretty face in tears as dream mercilessly throat fucked him.

George walked back into the kitchen taking out a large knife, dream raised an eyebrow.

George brought the knife to his own throat with a smirk, he pulled it away and waved it about slightly, he raised his hand and cut down his palm, "george what the fuck are you do-"

The white glistening blood dripped from georges hand, dream licked his lips looking from it back to georges eyes.

"What are you waiting for, idiot" george chuckled looking down at his bleeding hand

Dream approached placing a hand on georges waist. George could feel dreams cock against him, dream took georges hand and kissed it, the blood tingling his lips. He licked it, the feeling down his throat sending sensations.

Dream grabbed the knife from georges hand and bit down on it, he grabbed george picking him up and carrying him to the bedroom before forcefully throwing him onto the bed, georges skirt flew up revealing his cock beneath the lacey thong.

Dream took the knife into his hand and cut up the fishnets, the soft sound of the material breaking and ripping filled the room.

Dream looked at george for consent and george nodded, dream pulled them down eventually taking georges thong down causing his cock to push against his skirt.

Dream bit his lip his eyes exploring georges thighs, he brought the knife down and began to carve something as blood poured

he looked down, in sloppy block type writing, his name' clay' was now written as the blood poured from it, he bent and licked it clean, looking back up at george as he wiped his mouth.

"i cant feel pain, but for you, oh baby this is gonna hurt" george sat up taking the knife, he made his way to dreams back and began to carve in the area of his left shoulder blade, he wrote his name as the red glistening blood fell from it. George wiped his finger beneath getting it coated in his lovers blood before bringing it to his lips and sucking on his finger.

dream flipped george over

"so you dress like a slut and don't let me touch you all morning and think that's okay?" dream chuckled slapping georges ass
"'never said it was okay, you aren't the boss of me" george smirked against the bed beneath him, he arched his back slightly.

Dream pulled the butt plug out and tossed it aside, "you're such a fucking slut george" he smirked, he took the lube from the bedroom table and generously coated his fingers as he pushed two fingers in straight away causing georges breath to hitch and a muffled moan to come out of his mouth.

"so fucking vulnerable now, aren't you"
george nodded as dream shoved his fingers in and out of george

"please- clay i'm sorry" his words folded over the moans as clay slipped a third finger in.
"words george, use them"
"fuck me"
"not yet"
"why- hmn-" he grunted
dream suddenly stopped; taking his fingers out and shaking his hand, he flipped george again and pulled his boxers down.

He grabbed georges hair and gestured to his cock, george nodded and took dreams length full, dream thrusted against him; much like in dreams fantasy georges eyes leaked a mix of tears and black eyeliner which causes a painful sting to take over his eyes.

Before dream could let himself ejaculate he pushed george off flipping him over, without warning he pushed his cock inside of george and began to pound as helpless moans escaped the two. And he did so he wrapped his hand around georges cock and worked with it. Before long georges cock spurted the white liquid over dreams hand as dream let out a load inside of george, the two fell down defeated

"it's not even one pm-" george panted trying to collect himself
"that was-" dream pauses gathering his breaths "really fucking good"

A/N

tbf that was my first time writing somewhat heavy nsfw, most people that read my works know i don't let it escalate or only have it mild so i hope that was alright ??

next chapter is going to be fluffy Napity/ Karlnapity.

Then after that we have some.... drama coming

oops

angst train is due

also i wrote this at 9am lord have mercy