Set ones Heart on Revenge <DNF>

Chapter #16 (𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝙲𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜)

|—————-<><> George POV <><>—————|

We both flopped down onto the bed, completely out of breath. My neck was littered with hickeys but to be fair, Clays back was covered in scratch marks from my nails. Whoops?

"Fuck~" I moaned out, ready to pass out but knowing I'd regret it if I didn't shower first.

"Yeah, we did-" Clay laughed at his own stupid joke.

"Okay, c'mon Angel. Let's get you a bath since I don't think you can stand." Clay offered, reaching out to pick me up.

"I can walk there on my own!" I slapped his arms away. I scooted to the edge of the bed, letting my legs dangle before shifting my weight onto them. I collapsed onto the ground.

Dream smirked, "I can walk there on my own!" He mocked in a stupid British accent to 'imitate' me.

"Shut up and help me up!" I whined grumpily. Dream walked over and lifting me up under the thighs, I clinged onto him like a koala.

Dream sat me down on the marble countertop while he turned on the water, waiting for the tub to fill up. Once it was, he picked me up and set me down. He also stripped before climbing in behind me.

Dream rested his hands on my thighs. "Your thighs are so pretty, baby," He cooed softly into my ear. I blushed brightly.

"Shut upppp," I whined, completely flustered.

The two of us cleaned up and washed up before getting out and drying off. Dream carried me to the closet and put some fresh sweats on me. He did give me his sweatshirt though.

"Sleep tight, sweetie~" Dream whispered as he tucked us into my bed. I cuddled into his chest. My eyes flickered closed and I quickly slipped into Dreamworld.

|<>——-Next morning ——-<>|
Dream POV

I woke up with a sleeping George still in my arms. He looked so adorable, I didn't have the heart to move him. I carefully slipped out of the covers. I slipped on my boxers and some sweatpants before walking to the kitchen.

When I entered the cozy, somewhat retro, kitchen, I was met with George's father.

"Good morning, Clay. It looks like you and George had fun last night!" He spoke when my back was turned toward him. I blushed.

"Oh- I-I'm sorry, sir-" He cut me off.

"Son, I don't mind. I'm glad you love my son as much as I do." He didn't avert his eyes from the newspaper. Part of me wanted to mention when he slapped George or all the names he called him but I decided against it.

"O-okay, uh- is there anything I can get you? I was gonna make George some waffles," I offered him. He smiled at me, finally making eye contact with me.

"I'm alright, thank you though. Just please take care of my boy." I smiled awkwardly, silently scolding the waffles in the toaster for taking so long.

Eventually, the popped out and I set them on a plate. I grabbed some bottles of water too. I walked back to the bedroom.

When I opened the door, I noticed a sad George sitting on the bed, looking sadly at his hands.

"Aww, baby. What's wrong?" I asked. He looked up at me happily, running over to me. Well- he tried to. He ended up limping over to me and pulled me into a hug.

"I thought you left me..." He confessed sadly. I frowned.

"Darling, I wouldn't leave you after taking your virginity. That's not right!" I assured him.

"Wha- h-how did you know?" George asked me, pulling away slightly from the hug.

"It was kind of obvious when I uh- ya know-" I trailed off. George giggled.

"You're so cute. Now, give me my breakfast!" George grumbled. We both crawled back into bed and ate the waffles along with our water.

George sat in-between my legs, happily holding his hands up to mine. He'd wrap his soft fingers around mine. He seemed to be comparing how small his hands were compared to mine. My heart swelled.

"George, I love you."

"I-I love you too."

We both just stayed there, enjoying each other's company when suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" George called out, not making an attempt to move. A girl with pink hair walked in shyly. She seemed a couple years younger than George. I'm assuming she's his sister.

"Oh, dad mentioned you had someone over. Anyways, dad wanted to schedule a meeting tomorrow for a business deal and wanted to talk to you about it later today."

"Thanks, Niki." George smiled. The girl waved at me before exiting the room.

"Please don't go, Clay." George begged me, leaning into me even more. I smiled down at the boy, kissing me on the top of his head.

"I won't leave yet, okay? I'll stay with you all day. I just need to be home by tonight because I have a business meeting tomorrow." George nodded in understanding.

"This is really nice, being able to like, actually be with you." George spoke softly. I adored this boy.

"Yeah, it is. But, you make everything more special. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true." My face heated up.

"It is super cheesy you doofus." George laughed happily. I felt myself smile, his laughing provided so much serotonin.

"Everything is better when you're around though, baby." I cooed, squishing George's face before moving my hands in-between his thighs. He stiffened.

"Dreamie, don't put your hands there~ ah~" He let out a small moan when I inched up a bit. I chuckled lowly in his ear.

"Aww, did I turn baby on?" I teased. I could just tell that George was blushing heavily.

"I can't handle another round~" George groaned when I began to leave another hickey, as if he didn't have enough already.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Don't worry." I went back to relaxing in bed. I leaned back against the headrest, pulling George closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head in the crook of his neck.

The door opened to reveal George's dad.

"Oh- I'm sorry boys, I should have knocked." He apologized. "Uh- anyways, I was just wondering if you boys needed anything?"

"Oh- could we have some popcorn and some blankets?!" George asked quickly. His father chuckled before nodding and leaving the room.

"I could have gotten you that, bubs." I complained sadly.

"Are you going to refer to me as pet names forever or-" George trailed off. I smirked to myself.

"But you're my baby and you will always be!" I pulled him into a back hug.

George's father returned with some blankets, popcorn, and other snacks before leaving the two of us in peace.

"Movie time I'm guessing?" George nodded and opened up Netflix before clicking on some random movie that I'd never heard of. George pulled the blankets over us.

This is nice...