Dream Team + Karl Smut

you bitch💙💚

disclaimer: ill be using "dream" and "sapnap" bc they are uncomfortable with us using their legal names. if u dont like it, fuck off

Dreams POV

I pulled my headset off of my head and set it down on my desk. I had just finished editing a video. "GEORGE!!" I yelled.
"What do you want?" He entered the room, slightly irritated. "I just wanna hang out with youu," I pouted and crossed my arms. "Okay, fine," he said with an eye roll and a smile.

He sat down on the small couch I had by my desk and pulled out his phone. I sat by him, looking at what he was doing, but he hid it from me.
"Hey, let me seee," I whined, reaching for the shorties phone. "No! It's my phone," He laughed and scooted away from me. "Lemme seeee!!" I said before throwing myself onto him.

I grabbed the phone out of his hand and silently celebrated, before noticing it had been turned off and I didn't know the passcode. "Oh, fuck."

George had gone quiet.
"What's wrong?" I looked down at his face, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. "Nothing, just. get off of me," he mumbled. Damn. Ruined the mood.
"Uh. Okay, hold on," I tried to push myself off of him, my knee rubbing up against his crotch. He let out a whine.
"George-?" I laughed awkwardly. "What was that?"

"Oh my god, just- get off," he hid his flushed face.
I slowly backed off of him, and he left into his room.
He didn't even take his phone back.
I'm going to follow him.

I quietly crept towards his room, gently nudged the door open, and saw George laying down, facing the wall, his blanket covering him.
"George...?" I addressed him, quietly.
I saw him flinch before turning his head to look at me. It was kind of dark, but I could still see the blush on his face.
"I'm sorry. Did I- did I hurt you...?"
I walked up to him and sat by him on his bed, but he sat up and scooted away.

"George, talk to me," I urged. He didn't respond.

"George. Tell me what's wrong."

"Just go away," he said, annoyed. I looked down, at his hands covering his lap.
Oh.

"G-George-?" I said nervously. He turned and looked at me, then he noticed where I was looking, his eyes widening and his face getting impossibly more red.

"D-Dream, get out!" He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up, but I didn't budge. "Get out!!" He said once more. I stood up and placed my hands on his waist, making him blush.

"D-Do you... need help?"
He tensed up, frozen in place.
"W-What?? I- Wh-" he awkwardly tried to form words.
"Yes?" I asked him, smirking.
"WHAT?! Are you serious?? Was that a genuine question???"
"George. Just answer."
"DREAM."
"Well?"
"...yes."

I sat down on the bed, pulling him down into my lap. I put my hands onto his waist, just beneath the hem of his shirt, making him gasp softly. "Y-your hands are cold."
"Are they?" I move my hands higher, making him visibly shiver, playing with his chest, listening to him whimper.
He placed his warm hands over mine, holding them through the fabric of his shirt.

I leaned down to kiss his neck, making him whimper and curse. Sensitive.
"Can I take off your shirt?" I ask.
"Um. Yeah."
I pull his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor, and I admire his body.
"You're so pretty," I muttered. He blushed, looking down.
I place my hand on his jaw, tilting his head up to face me.
"Can I kiss you?" I ask, staring at his lips.
"P-Please," he whispers.

Without hesitation, I close the gap between our lips, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.
He kisses back, leaning close to me, scooting forward in my lap, putting his arms around my neck.
I lick his bottom lip, and he parts his lips, letting me slip my tongue into his mouth.
I move my hands to his hips, moving him back and forth, grinding him against my boner.
He moaned into my mouth, tugging on my hair.