DNF Mafia AU

Chapter 7 (DNF)

(This contains hints of smut, hope you don't mind)

George's POV

(Song recommendation: "Swim by Chase Atlantic")

It's been 3 months since I've accepted Dream as my mate. He visited me everyday, I learned more and more about him each day. His real name is Clay WasTaken, he's 19 years old which surprised me since he's a mafia boss and all. His favorite colour is green, in his free time he plays video games which I find cool. I'm still learning more about him till this day. I told him some things about me, like my favorite colour, things I used to do, things I enjoy and other things as well.

The more I'm around him the more my heart flutters, I've never had the feeling before so I'm still a bit confused about it. My voice stutters, my eyes want to look away but they also really want to stare at his gorgeous face. Is this what they call the feeling of love? I read it in books and thought it was so cheesy, cringe even but look at me now. I let out a sigh as a smile creeps on my face, my cheeks are a hot pink. I run my hands through my curly brunette locks. "Jesus take the wheel..." I whispered to myself.

"Oh George, I didn't know you were religious," a monotone voice said walking in. I look up at the source of the voice, it's Dream walking into the bedroom, the bedroom that belonged to him. He had a smirk plastered on his face as he walked over to me. "No comment," I replied with a sigh causing him to chuckle. "I wonder how many times I can get you to say my name like that," he smirked while sitting down on the bed.

I looked over at him and opened my mouth, "I-" I couldn't even make out my words. My brain was overloaded with thoughts, my body feels extremely hot. I put my pointer finger on the rim of my shirt to get air circulation in. Clay laughs at my action as I looked away from him, "You're so cute George," he chuckled. There he goes again with the compliments, he loves killing me those. He likes seeing me fumble on my words, he likes my nervous expressions to compliments he gives me.

He likes the way I act entirely, it's so embarrassing... "C'mon George, look at me will you?" He asked with a soft voice. This man is trying to kill me, I felt my heart leap out of my chest, what the hell is going on?! I look over at his direction but I keep my eyes off of him. "Darling you can do better than that," he said in a low voice. Oh yes, the pet names, he started using those the moment I agreed to be in a relationship with him. God I hate him for it but my heart skips everytime.

I'm a sucker and a fool for it but I would rather die than admit it.. I look over at him and our eyes lock with each other. "That's better, you've been avoiding my face a lot. Is there something on it?" He asked raising an eyebrow with a smirk. He's tugging on my strings again! This has to be abuse, some kind that I don't know of.. But it's hard not to love every second of it, he knows and I hate him for it! "N-No, there is nothing on it," I replied glancing away a bit.

He let out a hum, "There you go again," he stated catching me in the act. "Why can't you look at me George?" He asked. I stayed silent, "You can look at Nick, you can look at Karl.. You can look at everyone else but me," he spoke softly. I then look over at him, did I make him feel this way? "So tonight, I want you only looking at me. I want you screaming my name from the top of your lungs," he said gently placing his hands on my cheek, cupping it softly. I looked at his hand then up at him, I rest both of my hands on his arm and nuzzle my face into his soft palms.

He shifted my face upwards a bit and I look up at him again. He leaned in closer to me until our noses and foreheads touched. I looked at his beautiful emerald green eyes. They sparkled like diamonds, I can see my whole world in those eyes.. God I just want him to take me, my instincts are screaming for him right now. I heard him let out an amused hum before kissing my lips. They were so soft and smooth, I then felt his hands lay upon my waist.