Dreamnotfound - smut

💰Bet💰

CW: Praising

Request from: btllieeilish
Thank you so much for the request, I appreciate it a lot! 

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“Dream! Stop being such a fucking bitch, man! Just go, don't be a pussy.” Sapnap said, as he pushed his best friend into the car.

You see Dream and his friends had made a bet, and unfortunately, for him, he had lost. And so the loser had to go to a gay strip club, and pay to go into a private room.

Dream did not want this, he was in college, and had a girlfriend. This is basically cheating, in a way.  And plus, he wasn’t gay. But he did lose that bet.

He got into his car and drove to the stripclub. Once he arrived he gave the bouncer his ID card and without no fault he walked in. As he walked in, he immediately could smell the alcohol running against his nose.

He had no clue where to even start, did he just have to pay for a brivate drink, get a drink, just go sit down, the blond was completely lost in what to do.

After pondering what to do for a good 7 minutes of just blanckley starting at nothing he decided to just go sit down and watch a few shows, see what's the attraction. He went to sit down and saw a few shows. The male couldn't deny the fact that there were some males that were quite attractive.

And there was a certain boy who caught his eye, he was wearing a royal blue corset with lace panties and someblack heel boots., with a small bow and his beautiful black painted nails and his wavy hair, his gorgeous brown eyes and his hips, his movements that went on with the beat.

He decided that if he was gonna enjoy it, might as well get the best of the best. So he went on with a private room, and requested the male that had caught his eye.

Before he went in, he had ordered a Margarita to simply pass the time, and he went into the private room. His back sat against the velvety material of the arm chair, his leg is crossed, right hand sitting atop his left ankle on his knee, dress shoes shining in the club lights.

His left hand taps impatiently on the arm rest. He has been waiting for about eight minutes. He fiddles with his fingers until he hears the sound of tapping that could easily be recognised by the sound of heels coming down the hallway.

He straightens up and tries to appear calm, taking a sip from his glass, swirling the ice around the cup and focusing on the noise. The liquor hits tongue and slides down his throat, he doesn't react as he pokes his tongue out to get the Margarita taste off his lips. 

The dark curtains finally are pulled open. The curtain finally closes and he doesn't look up from his drink, just takes another sip, a bit embarrassed, not knowing how to react since, in general, he had never gone to a strip club.

The dancer's heels click on the cold tile floor as he nears the pole in the middle of the room. Eventually he brings his eyes to look at the other. They don't say anything as the song begins. 

The dancer's back is arched against the pole and his legs bend slightly, bringing his hand above him onto the pole. The dance begins and all he can do is watch the others body move to the beat and watch the way the purple and blue lights hit his pale skin.

The other somehow ends up in front of the pole on his knees, his hands move back so they're above his head and holding the pole. He moves his hips in the grinding motion to the beat of the song as he tips his head back.

That's where he decides it ends, he moves forward in the chair until his hands rest on the other's waist, snapping the shorter out of his blissful state. They only make eye contact for a few seconds until the taller one brings the dancer into his lap causing him to grind down when he lands.

At this point, if Dream does something he’s not supposed to do, or something that he normally does not do, he blames it all on the drink.

“Heh, looks like somones eager to have me on their lap.~”

“S - sorry..” Dream mumbles.

“Would you like a lap dance, handsome?” The strippper asks, his voice sounding sweet like honey.

The blond who simply nods his head. The lap dance continues as the stripper brings his hands to the other shoulders and sways his hips. The dancers accidentally rubs their hips together,

"fuck...~" The blond mumbles.

Dream would definitely not deny the fact that he had gotten an erection caused by the male, and not only by the fact that there was someone on top of his laps currently giving him a lap dance but since the beginning that he had laid his eyes on the brunette.

"You can touch me~," George says, breathily.

"Please touch me.". That's all he needs to hear as he brings his hands to lightly trace over the others shoulders and drags them down his arms moving to his waist. He brings his hands under the other corset and uses his nails to drag down the skin. The male’s hips stutter as he whines.

Dream brings his face to the Brits neck, dragging his teeth across it, dragging his tongue over the others skin tasting the salt dancing on his taste buds. He brings his mouth up to the others jawline, nipping and biting at it, leaving small red patches on it.

George whimpers, thighs starting to shake at the touches, the foreplay riling him up. He brings his face out of the others neck, but doesn't pull fully away, his breath landing on the others neck.

"M - mmm," he says, voice deep and low. The other whines and his hips stutter again as his thighs threaten to fail him.

"Good boy, such a good boy isn't that right?" The taller one brings his hand to the other's jaw as his mouth goes back to his neck.

"Please, I'm your good boy, please~." The shorter yearns for more than these touches, 

"Please, kiss me? Pretty please?" He flutters his flashes, hoping the other is looking at him.

His hands shake where they sit atop the seat cushion. Dreams as his head tips back.

"Fuck," he says, voice shaking, "oh god," the hands on his hips are forcing them to go at a pace that's fast and new to the brunette causing his hips to start to feel as if they're burning. He feels one of the hands on his waist move from his body before the warmth is felt on his neck, gently squeezing.

"Keep going baby, so good," The stripper whines only get more desperate as sensitivity comes over him, his hips shake and thighs tremble in a weak attempt to hold him up. 

His legs fail him as he accidentally falls right onto the others lap. They let out matching noises. The blonde moves his hand from around the others neck to his shorts as he begins to palm him

He's pushing up into the other hand and grinding back at a fast pace. The moans he let out are addictive to Dream as he bites down on his jawline moving his hips in rotation with the others. The boy's words are slurring and coming out as mumbles as he chases orgasm. 

Dream took both his hands and held the male's hips in place, pulling a noise of disapproval out of him.

And before he even knew it, they both said at the same time;

“I'm gonna cum~..!”

The men take a moment to let their breath out before grabbing a paper towel from the table next to them, cleaning up and making sure not to let the substance stain the rest of their clothes sitting back in the chair watching the other. The stripper tosses the towel into the bin and places his hands on the other's chest.

“So.. What's your name, cutie~?” The brown headed boy asks.

Dream could only smirk with tired eyes.

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Eyyy! I'm done, hope you all enjoy it and I hope that the person who requested this also enjoyed, I hope you all have an amazing day or night. Bye!
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