Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Roped in

(Warning: top George)
Dream's POV
I made it through George's box of torture. Every time I held it in for the tapes, I got an envelope with sexy pictures of George. I beat all of them. I got to the last envelope, but this time it didn't have any photos; the envelope carried instructions.
I knew you couldn't resist blowing through this in a day. So now I need to punish you somehow. Wear this the next time you see me.
I looked at the outfit with a slight sense of horror, knowing that the next time I see George is at the airport in a few hours.

George's POV
"I have news for you." Wilbur said to me in a stern tone making my heart sink.
"Then share it." I say and his eyes widen.
"I don't know what he's said about me, but I'm not dangerous, and I'm not trying to manipulate you or him." He defended.
"Why can't you sign the page?"
"Clay is the dangerous one." He said and I laughed slightly.
"If Clay is the dangerous one then why doesn't he have henchmen in his livingroom loading guns while we have a visitor?" I replied. Wilbur leaned closer after signing something at the guys in the living room.
"Because Clay isn't planning the biggest heist of the century." He smiled. I nodded knowingly.
"So I could turn you in?" I ask earning a scoff from Wilbur.
"Blackmail? If I haven't thought of a thousand other alternative plans, do you think I would have mentioned it?" I shook my head at his remark, "besides, I'm not signing that paper. Clay doesn't deserve it." He said and got up, going to the living room. I took a breath.
I said I would go straight home if this happened, so why am I walking to the living room? I asked myself. I get a better look at the scene. Wilbur grabs a beer from the mini fridge and looks at me, sighing and tossing one to me as well.
"George, I like you." Wilbur said.
"I have a boyfriend." I said in a sarcastic tone. Everyone laughed a bit at my joke. Wilbur took a sip and sat down next to the guy who answered the door. No one stopped loading magazines.
"You want to know why we got a divorce in the first place?" Wilbur asked and I nodded. He gestured to the seat between him and what looked like a gym junkie.
"Um no thanks, I'll stand." I say
"Nonsense! Come sit." Wilbur insisted. As I walk to the seat I see my life flash several times over as I realize any single one of these men could break my spine with one punch. I finally sit and face Wilbur.
"Clay is great to date the first time, but after that you start to get a bit..." he took another sip, "the love was always there I believe, it was the inability to be wrong that makes him so unbearable." Wilbur finished.
"Ok, so what happened?" I asked.
"I started to spend time with others who weren't him. My family and friends ya know. He didn't like it, so he cut me off from the outside. When I tried to face him, he punched me in the face. It took a while to heal that didn't it Ran?" The man who answered the door nodded,
"Yep, but you should tell the lad about the second time." Ran said.
"Oh yeah." Wilbur beamed then turned to me again, "so it turns out after I broke up with him the first time, he went to Ranboo over here with a folder full of his personal information. Like I'm talking heavily researched stalker. And Clay convinced Ranboo to leave me at the scene of a crime just so that he could rescue me."
"That's crazy." I said in disbelief.
"I don't think that controlling part of him could ever go away, so I am at least gonna keep legal forms away from, no offence, idiots who fall for him." Wilbur said.
"Isn't that controlling him?" I asked skeptical, feeling the energy shift in the room.
"Yes... but it's more about protecting others. If you're looking for a fuck, you found him. If you're looking for love, keep searching." Wilbur said.
"That's a bullshit excuse. How long since you've seen him last?" I asked and he squinted.
"Two years ago in person, one year ago online." He replied.
"So how do you know he hasn't changed?" I said. Wilbur smirked after taking another sip of his beer.
"How did you get my address?" He asked and my eyes widened in realization, "why are you here? Why didn't he call for me to go there?" I stumbled over my response in my head, I couldn't think about any good qualities, "and finally, how long has it been since your last breakup with him?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Wait, how do you know we broke up?" I asked Wilbur.
"You are on the phase two honeymoon. You'll probably have a ton of bad luck that never seems to stop, but it doesn't matter because when the fog clears it's just the two of you. So then you decide to get hitched to show just how much you mean to each other. BECAUSE SURELY CLAY WONT BECOME THAT CONTROLLING BASTARD AGAIN!" Wilbur yelled throwing me off. He took a breath and rubbed his eyes taking a sip, "I'm sorry." He said.
"No, it's okay." I said but heavily considered what he said for a moment.
"Bring the papers over." He said and I complied giving them to him and watching him to sign, "don't say I didn't warn you." He said as he handed them back and walked me out.
"Nice meeting you Wilbur, hope everything goes well." I say referencing his heist, he laughed.
"Nice meeting you too, and I'm serious, good luck." He said and waved.
Now I had a lot to consider. I thought I was dead sure about being married to Clay, but what if Wilbur is right. He did get my current situation alarmingly accurate, down to the proposal being rushed and desperate. Then I thought, if Wilbur is so worried about Clay, why would he sign the papers?

~le time skip~
Dream's POV
I stood in the airport waiting for George. It was late, so luckily there wasn't as many people as usual. Not that it wasn't crowded. You seem to notice every single eye on you when you're wearing a pink trench coat with nothing under it. I kept having to adjust myself so that I don't accidentally flash everyone.
Finally I see George coming from his gate along with several others with a huge grin on his face.
"Couldn't resist could you slut." He said to me and I felt my face heat up.
"It was near impossible, but I did beat your game." I said and pretended to be proud.
"Who said the game was over." George whispered in my ear and I laughed nervously.
"Umm what?" I said.
"Boss levels just arrived." He said and pulled his jacket off to reveal a cheerleader crop top with sweats. I laugh.
"We should probably get to the cabin before continuing this." I said and George laughed.
"That's right we should." He giggled.

As soon as we got home, George locked the door and ushered me into the bedroom. He pulled the trench coat off leaving me naked. He pulled his pants off, leaving his boxers untouched.
I got on my knees, pulled his boxers down and started sucking. I looked at George and he laughed, biting his lip and grabbing something of the dresser,
"Use this." He said and handed me a bottle of lube. I backed up.
"How?" I asked.
"Lube it up, so it doesn't hurt for you." He said and I dumped some into my hand, spreading it onto his dick. He pulled the crop top off and pulled me to my feet temporarily, pushing me onto the bed soon after.
"Try not to cum too early Clay~" he cooed before thrusting in. I feel myself fill up with him. I wanted more. He started trusting gently, slowly putting more of himself into me. It's been so long since I've felt this feeling, I tend to avoid it so often. He finally gets deep enough to hit my prostate, earning a loud moan from me. He then started slamming into me hard and fast, letting me moan out beneath him.
"Uhh~ George~ More~" I moan and he gives me what I want, putting his hand on my shaft and rubbing it at the same abusive pace. I lay back, unable to think of anything but trying not to cum immediately in his grasp.
"George~ I'm gonna~" I moan
"No you're not." He said back and I feel the knot build in my stomach. I feel him cum inside my ass, driving me to the edge as well. I came all over my own chest and he pulled out.
"Did I say you could cum?" He said leaning over me with his fingers dancing over my neck.
"No sir." I said. George brings his hand down and starts stroking me again, making direct eye contact with me. I start moaning and I feel another hand on my mouth, forcing my to look him in the eye with silence between us.
I came again and he laughed.
"Just can't help yourself can you?" He said and I turned away, completely embarrassed by what just happened. He hugged me, brushing my hair behind my ear.
"I'm gonna get washed up, care to join?" George asked after a few minutes.
"Yes." I said, still embarrassed that he has full control over me.