mcyt oneshots

dnf/are those new?

hello! i am surprisingly continuing my writing streak lol, this was also requested by @siriuslyfkinsexy , and i've had it written before, i'm just editing it right now, and as always, lowercase (: p.s., these are written in my free time at school, so that's why they're so short most of the time

cw: lime-ish, plain ol' fluff

both dream and george are soft doms in this

george and dream have been living together for a few months, and the one thing george doesn't know about dream is that dream has glasses. dream usually wears his contacts, but his contact solution and contacts ran out, so he had to order more from the eye doctor. dream was laying on their bed, scrolling on his phone, wearing gray sweatpants and no shirt, wire-rimmed glasses lightly sat on the bridge of his nose. when george walked into their room to grab a sweatshirt. one look at dream and george's mouth was agape and his face was tinted pink.

"hey peach, what's up?" dream asked, voice laced with sleepiness. if it was even possible, george blushed even darker.

"i was cold, so i, um, came in here to grab a, uh, a sweater. i've, uh, never seen you with glasses, are those new?" george asked, slightly stuttering, being caught off guard by his boyfriend.

"i usually wear contacts, but i ran out." dream responded, slightly smirking at his boyfriend's reaction.

"oh, i, um, didn't know that. how long have you had those?" george asked, sitting down next to dream on the bed, forgetting all about the sweatshirt he came in to grab. 

"i've only had them for about 6-ish months. why?" dream replied, setting his phone down and turning his head toward george.

"no reason, i just like them." george responded, the blush on his face lightening a bit.

"hmm, how much do you like them?" dream asked, voice dropping slightly, knowing that george would react. 

"this much..." george said, slowly climbing onto dream and pressing his lips against dream's.  dream kissed back with as much  passion as george put into the beginning of the kiss. they leaned into each other with love and warmth, and george pulled back.

"that's how much.  but i'm still cold." george replied with a smile at first, then a frown.

"c'mere then. cuddles?" dream said, scooting down on the bed with george still on his chest. 

"of course cuddles. why wouldn't i want cuddles?" george replied in disbelief, pulling a blanket up to cover the two of them. dream just hummed and wrapped his arms around george's back. 

"i love you. i love you sooooooo much, you don't even know." dream whispered to a sleeping george, kissing the top of his head.

"i love you too. so much." george replied quietly, easily falling asleep on top of dream. hours of peaceful sleep later, both woke up within five minutes of each other.

"good morning, peach. how'd you sleep?" dream asked, peeking through his lashes to look at his half-conscious boyfriend.

"great, you?" george replied, barely awake, voice filled with exhaustion.

"i slept amazing, especially with you by my side." dream said, easily forgetting his filter in the mornings.

"oh shut up, idiot." george said, smacking dream's chest lightly. "where's patches? she was in here last night."

"i'm not sure, but stayyyyyy and cuddleeeeee! you're so warmmmmm." dream said in a very groggy voice, somehow convincing george to stay in bed. "i love you, a bushel and a peck."

"a bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck." george replied, hugging dream around the neck. 

that's their thing. 'i love you, a bushel and a peck; a bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck' is from a musical called guys and dolls, and they went to see it on their first date once they met up irl. from then on, it's been their way of saying "i love you" since. 

"i'm so tiredddddd." dream complained, trying to sit up and forgetting george was on him.

"stay. let's sleep then, yeah?" george said convincingly, getting dream to lay back down.

"yeah, sleep sounds good, though we just woke up." dream replied, wrapping his arms back around george and putting his head on his pillow.

"meh, whatever. good night!" replied george, excitedly, lightly laying his head back down on dream's chest.

"good night, peach."

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