Dreamnotfound Oneshots

Chef of the Kitchen

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Chef! Dream and Manager! George
WARNING:
Degrading
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Dream had nothing else to do this week but work, work work and work. It was excruciating for him since it had been such a long time that he had spent his time with his ever beloved boyfriend.

Sure they work together and his lover is the literal manager of the place but everytime and everyday, Clay is just too exhausted that he's even passes out once he lays on something soft, whether it be the bed, couch or the floor matress.

Of course there were other chefs like; Nick, Daryll, Karl, Ranboo and Dave but even that many chefs aren't enough to manage the restaurant.

The Woods restaurant is a famous cuisine that handled costumers perfectly and surprisingly have the best food served in the entire nation. It was only one restaurant since this is only their 3rd month of working— meaning they don't have branches yet.

Manager George had it extremely terrible and everyone knew. As I said, the restaurant was very new, and George thought it would be fine if it started as him and Clay because they want to learn how to manage slowly and surely but ever since his place went viral, he couldn't even spend anything on himself because he was worried about what the restaurant needed.

More chefs, more space, more ingredients for everything, more waiters to hire, more replacing of broken things, and the list goes on. Clay saw this and absolutely felt terrible so he did his best to suck it up, even if it sometimes go over his limit. It was for George and he knew damn well George already went over the limit more than anyone.

+Month 4+

The orders seemed to begin to slow down. This day's work was lesser than the other days and it was okay since the next was Clay and George's day off. They could rest and the thought made the two lovers smile.

When the day ends, George waits for his workers to leave first to bid them goodbye but he was not found anywhere. And since he's not found, Clay was the one that bid his co-workers goodbye instead. "See on Monday, Daryll!" Clay waved his hand to the last person that was leaving.

"Bye Clay!" He waved one last time before running up to the newly hired waiter, Zak.

Clay had head back inside. Where the hell did George go? He asked himself, walking towards his office. Once he opened it, it was just an empty room. His George wasn't anywhere there.

So then he went to the Kitchen, slowly opening the door as it creaked. There he saw his lover laid on top of the cold metal table, hands tied above him and his legs tied as well. No clothing on but definitely covered in sweets like ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate, cake batter, honey, and mini cakes laid that stood all over his body. On top of that, there was a cherry that his teeth were gently gripping.

Clay froze, his pants getting tighter from the view. He coughed so he could fix his composure. "U-uh, George? What are you doing..?" He asked, still stayed in place. Too afraid that if he went closer, he would've ravished the brunette.

George didn't answer and it sorta bothered Clay and his huge friend down there. Clay cleared his throat and finally noticed a note that was on the side of the table, telling him to come closer.

Clay groaned, making his way to George, slowly, to be able to control himself and when he got close, he saw the full view of George's sexy body. God Clay couldn't stop staring, he just wanted to lick everything off of George so badly.

"G-George, c'mon stop playing, l-lets go." Clay stuttered but managed to say, while removing the cherry from the grasp of his lover's teeth. "Clay~ I'm not playing..." George whined. "I just wanted you try out these new recipes I've set for you." George winked, making Clay blush.