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Dreambur - Fighting hard

I keep getting requested for Dreambur, but honestly it's my favorite ship so that's definitely a win-win.

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Wilbur was walking outside the walls of L'manburg, something he didn't do every often but it was always a pleasant treat to be able to escape the pressure of being the president of a budding nation.

He wandered aimlessly, so deep in thought he didn't even know where he was until a voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lost l'childburian?" The sickeningly familiar voice chuckled.

Wilbur spun around and was met with the cold masked face of none other than Dream. 

"Dr- Dream?! What the 'ell are you doing here?"

"I live- no, I own here."

Wilbur blinked a few times before finally looking around. He wasn't in the outskirts of L'manburg anymore, now he was by the community house.

"Oh, sorry mate, I was just wandering and got lost."

Dream snorted, "Makes sense that the leader of an idiot nation is an idiot."

"What the fuck did you say about L'manburg?!" 

"Oh, you're deaf too? That explains why you never listen to anything but the shit you spew."

Wilbur let out a cry of anger and swung a fist at Dream's smiling mask but a hand stopped him almost immediately.

Dream tsked, squeezing Wilbur's wrist painfully, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"You think-" He struggled against Dream's grip, "-I'm just going to sit here while you insult me, my people and my nation? You're mental!"

"You're the one who's so fucking dense they walked into enemy territory."

"You fucking prick! Who the hell do you think you're speaking to?"

Dream yanked off his mask and tugged Wilbur forwards, bumping their chests together harshly, "I think that I'm talking to Wilbur Soot, who is clearly a masochist. Why else would you walk onto my land and try to fight me?"

Wilbur's face burst into a deep shade of red, "What- what the hell! You fucking creep!"

Dream ground his hips against Wilbur's, making the brit cry out.

"Wil, look at you, you're a mess."

It was, embarrassingly, true. Wilbur's face was flushed, his breath was coming out in heavy gasps and he was almost painfully hard. But he wasn't president because he gave up easily.

Wilbur tore himself from Dream's grasp, "You fucking weirdo, I'm going back to my nation."

"Really? You're going back to your nation? With a boner that big, what would your citizens think?"

"It's none of your conce-"

"Beg."

Wilbur sputtered, "What?!"

"Beg and maybe I'll help you out."

He had to be joking? This was all a prank, right? But, as much as Wilbur wanted to believe that, Dream's face had no trace of deception. Maybe it was the fact that this had been one of his fantasies for ages or the fact that he hadn't done anything sexual since Sally left, but Wilbur couldn't find it in him to fight anymore. He wanted, no he needed this.

"Dream, I- uhm. Please." Wilbur couldn't look at Dream, already fearing the triumphant look he had whenever he won.

Instead of bragging or belittling him, Dream let out a soft moan, "Fuck, Wil, that was so fucking hot."

Before he could even think to respond, Wilbur was pulling into a swearing kiss, which he was happy to return just as enthusiastically. Dream swiped his tongue along Wilbur's bottom lip and he opened his mouth to let Dream explore. He was getting lost in the kiss, but he still needed more. 

He pawed at Dream's chest, whimpering into the kiss. Dream pulled off immediately.

"Wil, babe, are you okay?" He asked, gently rubbing the other's shoulders.

Wilbur nodded, "Yeah, I just- I need you. And, uh, can you please continue to insult me? I really liked that..."

He looked up into Dream's eyes, which were blown wide with lust now. Without a word he scooped up Wilbur and carried him to his bedroom in the community house.

Wilbur was plopped down on a bed and he cried out in surprise, "Dream! What if someone walks in?"

"Oh come on, no one ever comes up here. Besides-" Dream yanked up Wilburs legs so he could grind his dick against his ass, "I thought little sluts like you wanted to be watched?"

"Ah-! Dream, don't- ah- tease me!" Wilbur whined.

Dream smirked and began yanking off his hoodie, Wilbur quickly caught on and followed suit, even pulling off his trousers so he was just left in his boxers. 

Wilbur pulled Dream down into another kiss while Dream's hands went to work. Fingers ghosted past his ribs and gently squeezed his nipples, causing Wilbur to softly moan, which Dream happily swallowed in the kiss.

"Please-"

"Please what, Wil?"

"Please," Wilbur whimpered, "please fuck me."

That was enough for Dream, he pulled off Wilbur's boxers, revealing his hard, red cock.

"Hard just from some kissing? You really are a whore." Dream muttered, reaching under the pillow to grab the bottle of lube he kept there for situations like this.

He generously coated his fingers and pushed one digit into Wilbur, causing him to let out a soft whine.

Dream worked open the brit, purposely going slow so he could hear all of his delicious sounds, after he could easily stretch Wilbur with three fingers he pulled out, enjoying the broken whine Wilbur emitted.

Wilbur was completely wrecked. He was covered in marks and bruises below his collarbone, his hair was messier than usual, his lips were swollen and glistening with spit and his cock was leaking an, almost, embarrassing amount of precum.

Long rant short, he was hot. 

Wilbur's dazed eyes followed Dream as he lubed up his dick and pressed the tip against his rim.

"Wil? Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, please-" Wilbur babbled, hands grabbing at Dream, "please, please, I want- no I need you to make me yours. Please fill me up, I need you so ba- ah!" Wilbur cut himself off with a pornographic moan as Dream slammed inside him.

Dream's pace was relentless, but his words were even more ruthless.

"Look at you, the great leader of L'manburg taken down by a single cock. You really are a whore aren't you? I bet you went out today looking for someone to fuck you, didn't you?"

Wilbur could only moan, unable to form a coherent sentence out of the jumbled thoughts in his head.

Dream grabbed Wilbur's hips harshly and yanked them up a little so he was pounding right into his prostate. 

"Dream-! Ah!" Wilbur cried in ecstasy, he grabbed onto Dream's shoulders and dug his nails in as his pleasure started to peak.

Wilbur screamed as he came, his vision and mind turning white with pleasure. Dream thrusted erratically a few more times before burying himself and coming deep inside Wilbur.

Dream pulled his softening cock out of Wilbur and collapsed next to him.

"So, Wilbur" Dream began, "why were you in my land?"

"I told you, I got lost. I wasn't paying attention and wandered here."

"Are you gonna get 'lost' again next week?"

"Fuck off you prick."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes. Now shut the hell up and cuddle me already. I'm sore as shit."