dreamteam + friends x reader oneshots

george x reader (part 2 - smut)

cw: smut, swearing, ice play, praise
word count: 2,131

George was truly enjoying himself as you peppered his face with loving kisses as he sat in the hot bath. The candles, the warm scents, the tea-- the ambiance was perfect, and it was all thanks to you.

Little did George know was that there was a specific reason you were being extra nice to him right now.

Besides the fact that you felt bad for George after sitting in an ice bath for god knows how long, there was something that was on your mind from the moment he began recording. Yes, you were in the recording room to make sure George wouldn't get sick, but what you didn't expect was such a show from him and his friends.

As you exited the bathroom to let George dry up, you lay down on his queen-sized bed and replayed everything that was going on in your brain while he recorded.

The noises that escaped George's lips when he first submerged his lower half into the water were nothing short of mesmerizing. 

George shut his eyes tightly and gripped the sides of the pool tightly. He let out a breathy sigh from the overstimulation, the hot and cold temperatures conflicting in his body as he sat down. You pretended to pay no attention to his messy hair, flushed face, shaking hands, and the soft whimpers that escaped his lips as he played. 

It didn't help that Dream and Sapnap were joking about it too; when Sapnap said that "he's packing!" you immediately tried to brush the idea out of your mind, but you couldn't help it while George was sitting there, looking so helpless and shaking. You loved the way George reacted to the ice, and you were losing your mind from just watching him.

As you snapped back to reality, you realized you were sweating. George had turned the heat to 32 degrees Celsius, which was making you melt considering you were wearing a hoodie. You took it off, leaving you in your black, laced bralette and black shorts. Considering George was still in the jacuzzi, you figured you might as well cool down and reasoned that you would just quickly cover up before he walked in.

But your mind drifted back to the recording. Your brain couldn't seem to get the thought of the way George threw his head back in frustration, how his slender hands were shaking and his fingers tensed, how he kept putting the ice near his crotch and you were itching to do the same. You loved how whiny he was getting as the water was getting colder. All you wanted to do was ruin him, taking some ice and making him wear those same expressions but in front of you. It turned you on so much that you were palming yourself over your shorts on the bed, with your eyes closed just thinking about it. You let out soft breaths, making sure that George wouldn't hear you over the running water in the bathroom.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice that the jacuzzi jets were off, signaling that George was about to exit the bathroom. All of a sudden the door creaked open and George was standing right in front of you, only in a towel. You were lost in your thoughts and payed no attention to him, your eyes still closed tightly as you continued palming yourself.

Though you were completely unaware of your surroundings, George was not. He walked into his bedroom to see you topless, sprawled out on his bed with your legs spread, and the sight of you letting out little whimpers while touching yourself. He watched you for a second, feeling himself tense beneath the towel, then cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Ahem."

You opened your eyes. In front of you was George, only in a towel that loosely clung to his hips and running his hands through his hair. You were extremely embarrassed. 

"I came out to grab my clothes from in here, but this is a surprise," he joked in a low voice, approaching you slowly.

"George, I-" you started, only to be cut off by a pair of soft lips. You returned the kiss, as George slipped his tongue in your mouth to explore it, developing into something more lustful. You broke apart, only to catch your breath, before realizing that George had essentially climbed on top of you in the bed.