dreamnotfound oneshots

the best at being the worst

// NSFW + ANGST

Dream hovers over George as he thrusts in, hips snapping into George's ass at a rhythmic pace. The brunet writhes with pleasure, head thrown back and jaw hung open with lewd moans escaping pretty slicked lips.

"D-Dream!" George all but screams, legs wrapping around Dream's waist.

George pulls him closer, allowing Dream's cock to burrow deeper and hit exactly where he needed it, causing him to arch his back almost painfully. Hands fly to grab at Dream's freckled shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. Dream places more open-mouthed kisses on George's marked-up neck.

"I'm close," George gasps, pushing back against Dream's cock. "P-Please."

Dream only grunts in response, wrapping his thick fingers around George's weeping cock. George's eyes roll back, and for once, he allows himself to let go, spilling into Dream's hand and onto his stomach. He allows himself to forget just how cold Dream has been lately, allows himself to forget about the messages and pictures he's seen on Dream's phone.

He lets himself cum with no thoughts other than Dream, Dream, Dream.

Dream spills into him shortly after, breathing heavily. George opens his eyes, moving his hands to cup Dream's face, but stopping as Dream sat back to pull out. A painful ache spreads in the brunet's chest as Dream runs his hands over his face.

"You're not gonna kiss me?" George asks, voice quiet and timid.

Dream shakes his head, purposefully avoiding George's eyes. George aches.

Wordlessly, Dream gets up. George knows he isn't coming back to clean him up. He never does. Not anymore.

The door to their bedroom clicks shut, leaving George in a painfully dark room. It's cold now, despite the sweat sticking to his skin. He blinks blankly at the door, waiting.

Waiting for what?

Dream isn't coming back. Not now.

If anything, he's probably heading to Sapnap's.

Sapnap.

George scoffs and drapes his forearm over his eyes. He doesn't want to think about Sapnap. He doesn't want to think about Dream seeing Sapnap. It's undeniable, though. Dream has been fucking Sapnap for at least three months now, or something like that. George isn't counting.

(George is counting).

George sighs and moves to stand. His legs feel weak, thighs still quivering from having an orgasm merely four minutes ago. His stomach feels fucking disgusting, covered in his own sweat and cum, and his fingers are starting to shake from building anxiety.

Why doesn't Dream just leave?

George slowly makes his way to the bathroom connected to their room, nearly toppling over multiple times. He feels repulsed, nauseous, as Dream's cum slides down his thighs.

Why doesn't Dream come back?

The tap water is cold against his hands, against the small washcloth. He stares at himself in disgust through the mirror because he is disgusting.

Maybe Dream thinks he's disgusting, and that's why George is not enough for him. George can't even remember the last time Dream made eye contact with him, can't even remember the emotion in them.

It definitely wasn't love.

The reminder makes tears well in George's eyes. Why was he about to cry? He already accepted being Dream's second choice, even if he was technically his number one. He hasn't cried about this in a week and a half, and he wasn't about to break that streak.