Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

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Dream's POV
I can't stop thinking about that night. He's around here, and he might do that to me again. I don't want to think about it. I want to think about my classes and how if I fail them, I'll get sent home forever. I wish I were dead sometimes, but then I remember George loves me. I couldn't do that to him.

I always locked myself in my room and refused to come out whenever George had a class. Today was one of those days. I started crying, thinking about all the stress again. Why me? Why him?

George started unlocking the door and I wiped my face. He saw me anyways and dropped his bag, running over to me.
"Dream, babe, what's wrong?" George asked and kissed my forehead and started tucking my hair behind my ear.
"All of it." I said and felt another lump in my throat.

George sighed and hugged me tight.
"Is there anything I can do? Listen? Distract?" George asked.
"You could kill me." I said then started crying again. George pulled back and held my head to his chest.
"No, we can't do that. You're too sexy." George said and I laughed.
"I'm not good at anything." I said and George laughed.

"Well that's just not true. Football, telling the time without a clock, sex, I could keep going." George said and I smiled against him.
"Why are you here? With me?" I asked. George sat down next to me.
"I've had trouble finding someone who is okay with my trust issues." George said and looked down.
"Well if I get taken, at least you'll probably already know where I am." I joked. George laughed.

"This has been me holding back." George said.
"You've been clingier?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. I still have trackers imbedded in some of my exes skulls. I've been trying to quit being so..." George couldn't find the word.
"Controlling?" I asked. George pouted.

"You think I'm controlling?" George asked.
"No, well yes, but I don't care. Honestly I would prefer to have a tracker in me with my current situation being what it is." I said. George looked at me and smiled.
"I trust you. More than I've ever trusted anyone before." George said. I kissed him.
"That's good." I said and crossed my arms again.

"What else is bothering you?" George asked.
"My ex." I said then started crying again.
"What about him, he's gone." George said.
"But he was still the last one to touch me, to be inside me. I don't like thinking that." I said. George smiled and stood up, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I could fix that." George said and I blushed. I turned away and thought about it. George inside me. It definitely distracted me.
"I know you don't top-" I started and George kissed my lips, cutting me off.
"Says who?" George asked when he pulled back. I kept my gaze at his lips, wanting more.
"George~" I whispered. George ran his fingers through my hair and tucked more behind my ear. It felt nice, to be held like this by him.

"So?" George asked. I kissed him and wrapped my legs around him. He pulled back.
"I'll take that as a yes." George said and took his shirt off for me. He then pulled my shirt off and kissed me, pushing me slowly onto my bed.
"Be gentle~" I begged out of habit.
"Always." George said and kissed my forehead then pressed our foreheads together. I felt his hands at my waistband, dancing around it.
"Please~"I begged and George pulled my bottoms off me, leaving me naked. I bit my lip as I watched him take off his own bottoms.

I started to turn around, then George stopped me.
"I want to see your face." George said and I smiled. I'm not used to this... Gentle treatment. I'm used to getting thrown on the bed and strangled. I loved George's way so much better.
"O-okay." I stuttered and laid down for him. He started lubing up.

"Prep?" He asked.
"If you want." I said.
"I asked you." George said angrily.
"Yes then." I said. George smiled and came over to me, sticking a finger in and stretching me out. I kept eye contact with him.
"You feel amazing." I said and George added another, scissoring inside of me.
"Thank you." George said.

He eventually stopped fingering me and lined up. I readied myself and George asked me.
"Ready~"
"Yes~" I answered and closed my eyes tight. George slowly slipped into me as far as he could go. He stayed, letting me adjust.
"George~" I moaned. George smiled at me and slowly pulled out, then pushed in again. Each thrust was slow, but felt so good. He hurt every spot right.

"Faster~" I begged and George sped up slightly, holding my hips to get more control.
"How are you~?" George asked, catching me off guard.
"Oh uh.. good~" I fumbled, then he spread my legs more and hit a spot no ones ever hit before. I jolted with pleasure, moaning loud. George then abused that spot, I loved the feeling. I've never been touched there before I guess, just by George.

He leaned over me and started sucking at my neck, moving as if he were searching for something. Then he found it, another sweet spot on my neck. I jolted once again and he used the spot. I started to feel myself getting close.
"Please~I need to~" I begged. George kissed my lips.
"Whenever you're ready~" George said and I came on myself, George kept going at a slow pace, rolling his hips. He then came right up against the spot he found and pulled out of me.

"Hope that wasn't too bad." George joked.
"You kidding? I didn't know I could feel like that." I said and smiled big.
"Glad to be of service." George said and threw his shirt back on. I looked at the mess I made and sighed. Now I'm gonna have to shower with a sore back I thought, then stood up to find barely any pain.
I could get used to this.