DreamNotFound (DNF) smutshots

the fruity stream

the title for this one made me giggle LMAO (*insert limp wrist*). but anywaysss, sorry for the lack of uploading, school has been kicking my ass. i hope everyone enjoys :)

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*Gogys pov*

I leaned against the doorway to Dream's office. He had been streaming for four hours now, yet still looked just as adorable as he did when we first met. I smirked, watching my best friend wheeze at his monitor, blushing as I realized I was one of the only people he trusted enough to show his face too.

We lived together, and to be honest, for the last couple of months I had fallen head over heels for the boy. His freckles, emerald eyes, blonde hair, and rocking hot body made his terribly hard to resist. 

While I had been waiting for Dream to stop streaming, I had downed a few glasses of wine, which was probably why I couldn't take my eyes off of the way his hands moved across the keyboard, the way his back muscles moved underneath his shirt, the way his veins arced across his forearm, and the way his biceps moved slightly with the click of the mouse.

I found myself getting hard, and I huffed. Dream hadn't even realized I had been standing in the doorway for about 10 minutes now, watching him. I wanted attention. While I could just go on Twitter or Instagram and get loads of attention from fans, I didn't want it. I wanted Dream's attention. I wanted him to look at me the way I was looking at him right now, I wanted him to think of me the way I had been thinking of him for the past few months.

I could feel the alcohol working its way through my system as I walked towards Dreams desk. My mind questioned briefly if it was worth it. Were my actions going to ruin my relationship with my best friend? I shook the thought away, delicately sliding my hand from Dreams shoulder to the side of his face as I tossed a leg over his lap and straddled him.

Dream looked up at my with wide eyes full of wonder, lips parted. My other hand went to the side of his cheek, where I delicately slid his headphones off oh his head and around his neck. I felt the blondes hands fall to my waist and a concerned look flash across his eyes.

"Georgie are you okay? Did something happen? Why are you..."

His voice faded away as I brought my face closer to his. His eyes dropped to my lips before looking back into my mine. His eyebrows furrowed as he realized what was happening. Our lips touched, a soft, delicate kiss. I sighed into the kiss, I had wanted this for so long. I pulled away reluctantly, to see Dream's face.

The blondes emerald eyes were even wider, surprise written across his face. His lips were now slightly swollen, a deep blush running along his freckles. He began to inch his face towards mine again, and my heart skipped a beat. He wanted me.

"George..." He whispered.

"Stop talking, idiot." I replied, closing the distance between us and smashing my lips against his.

This kiss was heated, passionate. Dream smirked into the kiss, his grip around my waist tightening. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I allowed him, and he shoved his tongue down my throat. I whimpered lightly, my hips shaking as I brought them down to grind against his crotch. The blonde boy groaned at the friction as he explored my mouth, his hand beginning to help guide my hips. My hands moved from the sides of his face to tangle themselves in his hair, a feeling I knew I would never get tired of.

Both of us were hard now and Dream's hand played with the bottom of my shirt, implying he wanted it off. I broke away from the kiss, sitting up to take my shirt off over my head, before returning to his lips. They were intoxicating.