[ Dreamnotfound Oneshots ]

Don't open the damn snap! Pt. 2

Ah yes, the part 2 that actually took me 9 months to write, almost 10 on the 31st of this month. Sorry for leaving you all on a cliffhanger for basically a year, but here you go! :)

(Long chapter as an apology for the cliffhanger, trying to add more detail to my fics so hope you like it)

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"Dream..?"

No, how the hell did he miss the decline button? 

Dream felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, he felt like he could throw up all of his critical organs and pass away in that moment.

The anxiety was overwhelming for him as he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The only thought on his mind was the video of George squirming around and whimpering on his bed, his hand wrapped around his pretty cock-

"Dream."

George's voice brought him out of his inappropriate thoughts, the brunets voice was strained, like he was on the edge of losing it. His voice was raspy, most likely from moaning in the most obscene way.

Dream hummed, to let George know he was listening. He knew that if he tried to speak, he wouldn't be able to hold back his thoughts, his thoughts about how pretty George looked in that video, how his moans had turned him on, how all he wanted to do now was re-watch the video and grind against his bed until he saw stars.

"Delete the video Dream, and never speak about this again."

And Dream just whimpered, the tone of George's voice somehow making him strain his sweatpants tighter than they already were. He hoped that the small noise wasn't loud enough to make it through the call, and even if it was, George didn't say a word.

He went to his camera roll on his phone and immediately saw the video, he muffled another choked whimper in his hand as he looked at it, the picture for the overview on his camera role gave a perfect angle of George's entire body.

He looked perfect in it, the dim light of his monitor made his pale skin glow, the small curves he had angled perfectly in view, making him look ethereal. 

"Did you delete it yet?"

He almost forgot he was on a call with George, too lost in the trance that George's body put him in.

Now, Dream was never one to lie to his friends, especially George. But when he moved his thumb to delete it, he just couldn't. His mouth suddenly felt extremely dry, arguing with himself in his head about whether he should lie or not.

He felt dizzy, his brain felt foggy, he almost felt high in a way. He finally made his decision, knowing he would regret this later, he finally spoke.

"Y-Yeah.. I did."

He heard the brunet let out a sigh of relief and the guilt finally caught up to him.

But he couldn't find himself to care as he was focused on the straining bulge in his sweatpants.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep, bye Dream."

And after George hung up, Dream couldn't stop himself from opening up the video and turning onto his stomach.

As soon as his hips met the mattress, he let out a small moan from the pressure finally being released.

He let the sound of George's moans and whimpers fill his ears as he let his hips move on their own against the sheets, the fabric rubbing deliciously against his hard on.

It didn't take him long to reach his climax, he let out a sound close to a sob as his cum spurted into his boxers, soaking through the thin cotton.