Dnf Oneshots

Playing Dirty

Cw: This story will include smut. Stay safe and enjoy!

POV: 3rd Person

George pulled into the driveway, looking to the small bag of candy beside him. He and Dream had planned a movie night, which meant candy and popcorn were practically a requirement. Grabbing the bag, George got out of his small sedan and found his house key among all of his others. He slid it into the lock, opening the front door and stepping inside.

"I'm back!" His British accent rang through the house, sending a shiver down Dream's spine. This was a relatively new thing, but he got used to it quickly. Dream made his way to the entree of the house, grinning as he saw George who was now setting down the bag of snacks.

"You're back." Dream's voice was smooth and a bit husky, instantly getting George's attention. "Was my announcement not obvious enough?" Dream laughed at his remark, walking over and checking in the bag. "How did you know Skittles were my favorite?" George shrugged, grinning as he replied, "Cause they're gay? I don't know." Dream laughed, following George as they headed to the living room.

Dream spoke up once the two of them had sat down comfortably on the couch. "Want to play a game? It's the main reason I love skittles." George raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Why not?" Dream grinned, instantly jumping into the explanation. "So you'll close your eyes, and I'll give you a skittle. You have to guess the flavor. Then we rotate back and forth. Whoever guesses the most correctly out of five wins."

George nodded, ripping open the bag as he spoke. "Who's going first?" Dream replied instantly, a grin on his face still. "How about you? Since it's your first time." George nodded, and Dream closed his eyes. George pulled out a green skittle, popping it into Dream's mouth before he could second guess himself. Dream waited a moment before closing his mouth, trying to place the flavor. He didn't say anything for about a minute. "Yellow?" George shook his head as he replied, "Nope. Green."

Dream grinned mischievously, "How can I be sure that's not your color blindness speaking?" George rolled his eyes, taking a sigh. "That's not fair. Don't pull that card. I'm certain it was green because it was a tad bit darker than the yellow." Dream chuckled, nodded, and then told George to close his eyes. The brunette listened, and Dream plucked out a red skittle. He gave it to George, snickering as he tried to guess the flavor. "Purple?" He asked curiously. Dream laughed, shaking his head. "No, it was red." George snickered, finding amusement in the game as well, finally. The rest of the game continued without much event. On the fifth round, it was 2-2.

"Close your eyes," Dream teased. George laughed,
Closing his eyes and opening his mouth out of a newfound habit. Dream reached into the bag, but didn't grab a skittle. He instead leaned forward slowly, whispering quietly, "guess what flavor this is~" George wasn't given enough time to react before Dream kissed him on the lips. George gasped, his voice airy as he spoke.

"Dream-"
Dream laughed, dragging his lips to his neck, "You guessed right."
"Does that mean I win?" George's voice was just barely a whisper.
"I suppose it does..." Dream kissed up his neck slowly, chuckling when George gave a quiet groan.

Dream whispered against George's cheek, giving his thigh a soft squeeze. "Although," he began, "With the way you're acting... I may have very well won." George laughed weakly, groaning and kissing back desperately when Dream put his lips against the brunette's. George spoke softly, moaning mid sentence as Dream slid his hand up his shirt. "Where did this come from?"

Dream laughed softly, rubbing George's nipple softly before responding; it made the brunette moan. "It came from years of trying and failing to get you within arms' distance. And years of watching you get flustered by me through a screen." George just went red, which made Dream chuckle. Dream pushed himself against George, pinning the brunette underneath him.

It was then that George realized the severity of this. He froze up, which was more than enough to make Dream stop what he was doing.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," George whispered.
"Why not?"
George shook his head, loosing eye contact, "It just- it feels wrong."
Dream raised a teasing eyebrow, hoping to change his mind. "It didn't sound like that two seconds ago with all that moaning going on."
George went red, but his gaze was firm, "Dream, I'm serious."

Dream looked taken aback, but he got up nonetheless. He situated himself next to George awkwardly as the brunette sat up as well. "I'll be right back." Dream spoke out through his teeth, as if he were extremely uncomfortable. He stood up quickly, making towards his bedroom at a fast paced walk. George watched him over his shoulder, calling out just as Dream closed his door. "Everything okay?"

Dream didn't hear him. Well, he did, but he wasn't paying attention. After everything that just went on, he was hard as fuck and couldn't take it. He plopped onto his bed, undoing his pants zipper and letting out a soft groan. He palmed himself once, his back arching and legs widening. He bit his tongue to silence what would have been a very loud moan. He did it again, harder, shuddering as heat rushed to his core. He pulled his pants down his legs, letting them drop to the floor. He crawled up his bed, burying his face in his pillow as he rubbed himself again. His hips bucked forward and he moaned again, breathing heavy.

It was just then a knock at the door could be heard. George's voice came from the other side of the wood, "Everything alright? You left in quite the hurry." Dream bit his tongue, taking a second to compose himself before he rolled over and replied, "Yeah. Just had to grab something- got distracted on my phone. I'll be out in a second." George didn't seem convinced, and instead started to open the door. Dream jumped up, grabbed his pants off the floor, and raced into the bathroom. He shut the door right as George stepped inside. "Dream?" George's voice sounded extremely confused, "Where'd you go?" Dream leaned over the sink, using the counter to support him while his groin throbbed with need. "Just- need a sec-"

George felt concern bubble in his stomach, plopping down onto Dream's bed to wait. "Is there anything I can do? Or get you?" Dream opened his mouth to reply, shut it, then opened it again and spoke out, "Why does it feel wrong?" George was taken aback, and he didn't reply for a long while. When he did, his voice was quiet, "I do not believe everyone would approve."

That was it, that was the line. Dream pulled his pants on, biting his tongue to silence a moan as he had to stuff himself inside it. He stepped outside the bathroom and walked over to George. He leaned down, and the brunette fell backwards on the bed. "Dream-" his British accent wavered. Dream put his hands on either side of George, his face inches from his. "Is that really the only reason?" Dream looked dead serious, but there was a softness to his eyes. George nodded, and a second later Dream kissed him again- hard. He put his hands on George's hips, pushing him further up the bed so Dream could sink down on top of him.

George opened his mouth to say something, but he got interrupted with Dream's tongue and all he could manage was a moan. He dug his nails into Dream's back, breathing desperately as the kiss deepened. Dream pulled back a moment, kissing George's neck while reaching for the hem of his shirt. George went rigid, stopping Dream again. His voice was raspy and it was clear he was aroused as he said, "Dream no- not... slow down." Dream nodded, kissing up George's cheek slowly. George whined softly, trying and failing to press himself closer to Dream. The blonde kissed him again, hard and slow. Finally after what felt like an eternity, Dream pulled back and whispered softly, "Now how about that movie?" George nodded slowly in agreement, but right before Dream stood up- gave him a soft and quick kiss on the lips.