Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Mother ( s )

Dream's POV
George handed me his phone and I started reading. It was some kind of reverse prenup. I read the agreements that were obvious, like children and parental responsibilities. Then I got to the present part and read it aloud.

"... and if this couple chooses to part for whatever reason, 90% of the assets go to Dream. Including the crown." I read. George nodded. I looked at it again.
"Aren't you afraid that I'm gonna scam you?" I asked. George shrugged.

"I don't care. I love you, and if we break up you're not going back to your old life. Now you can be secure in knowing that I can't screw you over once the ring is on." George said. I smiled and read the document again, just so that I could see it again. 90% of all this would belong to me, but I just want George.

"Thank you. It's useless because I'm completely in love with you and I'll never leave you, but thanks." I said and George held my hand.
"Thank you. I was so close to falling over today. I need you, you keep me sane." George said and cuddled against me. I swayed side to side, gently against the railing in the gazebo.

"How about we don't wait to have a big wedding?" George said.
"Tabloids want to see what you're up to." I said.
"They never did before I was king." George said angrily. I hugged him.
"Well now they do. They finally realized what they were missing." I said. I looked into George's red eyes. He was stoned.

"Feeling alright there?" I asked and George closed his eyes and held my waist tight.
"I love the way you smell." He said. I laughed and rubbed his back.
"I should take you back to the room." I said. George looked up at me again.
"Do you have to?" He asked.

"You're high, you should sleep it off." I said. George shook his head.
"It's fun right here." He said. His hands went to my ass and rubbed me. I rubbed his chest.
"Getting a bit handsy?" I asked in a deep voice. George bit his lip and brought a hand around to the front of my pants and felt my member. I smiled at him and held his chin to look him in the eye.

I kissed him and his hands ran up to my hair. He pulled back and continued playing with my hair.
"It's so soft." George whispered. I laughed softly and held him closer to let him have better access. He brushed it all back and away from my face then put his hands on my ears.
"You're so pretty with your hair like this." George said with a big smile.
"I was pretty before, wasn't I?" I teased.

"Did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry." George said and looked down. I kissed him and he melted back into my touch. I looked at him.
"You need to learn how to handle yourself." I said. George pouted.
"But I like doing what you tell me." George said.
"And I love telling you to do it, but wouldn't it be nice if you didn't need me?" I asked.

"No, cause if I don't need you, you'll leave me." George said. I rubbed his back.
"I can't leave you. You're too perfect for that." I said.
"But you would. Eventually you wouldn't want to be in the same room as me, then not the same building, then..." George looked at me. His eyes filled with tears, I brushed them away with my thumb.

"I love you, and I love being around you. I don't want to leave." I said and his tears fell faster.
"You don't mean it." George said and my eyes widened.
"I better mean it, because I plan to spend the rest of my life with you." I said. George smiled then started crying harder.

"No one wants to be around me, they just like the castle." George cried. I pulled him closer and let him cry.
"I love just talking in the dorm. Sometimes I still see us there in my head. Some of the best conversations of my life happened there, with you." I said. George stopped crying.

"Why don't you just go back to Harvard if you were happy there?" George asked. I laughed slightly.
"I wasn't happy at Harvard. I got raped and beaten. I was happy with you, so I followed that. No matter the cost." I said. George looked at me and held my face.

"How did I find you?" George asked.
"We were roommates." I said.
"Oh my God, we were roommates." George joked and I pulled back and started walking back to the castle.
"Where are you going?" George asked.

"I don't know, where are you going?" I asked and George ran at me. He jumped and I caught him, my shoulder popped and felt off.
"Shit, you okay?" George asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. George wrapped my arm around his shoulders and I felt better.

I carried him to the door then dropped him and opened the door. George walked through and I smacked his ass, I smiled at him. He glared playfully and continued walking. I followed. We passed the living room and saw George's mom kissing someone.

"Hey, mom's got game." I joked. George elbowed me.
"Stop, that's my mom." George said. I looked to see who she was with, she looked highly familiar, but it couldn't be.
"Mom?!" I yelled and startled both George's mom and my own.
"Dream! Hey! This! Is not your business!" My mom yelled.

"Mom?" George asked his mother.
"Wendy and I were just discussing a few things." George's mom said.
"Discussing what exactly?" George asked. They both looked down.
"Wendy, I think I need a moment with my son." The Queen said.
"You can say it in front of me and Dream, we don't care." My mom said.

The queen sighed.
"Very well then..."