Dreamnotfound one shots

Safe word

Getting straight into it ig 😍
Tw: overstimulation

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Dream was shaking vigorously, as George pounded into him. He was pathetically moaning at the ceiling, while desperately hooking his legs around George's waist.
This only made George pound him harder into the sheets below.

The lovely white sheets would be stained with another white substance soon.

"AH- AH- Ah~ George!!"

All dream could form was screams and moans. He had came over three times already, and overstimulation was getting to him.

His nerves felt weak and frail. George was slightly hurting him. Of course George didn't mean too, only wanting his boyfriend to feel pleasured and happy.

Dream didn't want to say anything; In fear George would be mad.
A Part of dream knew George wouldn't be mad if he told him to stop. He only wanted what's best for him.

Dreams vocals were failing on him, as George continued. It was horrible feeling. He could usually handle it, but that night was different.

The blonde felt like he was being gutted. Emotionally toying with his head and heart.

In a fit of frustration, he started tapping on George's forearm. A Code they came up with incase he couldn't speak.

George noticed dreams frantic tapping, and stopped. He looked at his boyfriend, seeing how he didn't look upset, but an almost guilty look.

"Are you okay, baby?"

As the words left George's tongue, in the most calming way, it made dream feel guilty. Guilty for not letting George finish, because he was sensitive.

He couldn't help the few choked sobs that left him. The brunette immediately pulled Out and pulled Dream so he wasn't laying down on his back. Only leaning against the headboard of the bed.

He put one knee in between dreams legs, one standing on the side of bed. So he was standing over him slightly.

Dream looked embarrassed and hurt. He'd seen dream cry before, but this looked more like someone he didn't know anymore.

The blonde would usually let it all out, but this time, Was trying to swallow the obvious glossy tears that welled.

The shorter male grabbed dreams hands and intertwined their fingers. Feeling the shaky mess below him.

"Dream...? I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?"

Dream finally let go the rest of the water he was desperately holding onto. Letting tears fall down his face, breaking eye contact with George.

"...Dream?"

"I- I'm sorry.."
"No, baby... don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be sorry"

"But-"
"No, I should have asked if you were okay"

George almost wanted to cry at this point.
He had hurt dream. The one he swore he never would. He made him cry, for gods sake.

George suddenly let go of dreams hands, walking out of the room. Grabbing his boxers first.

Dream though he made George mad, so he went to go after him.
Though his legs now hated him. He couldn't stand without jolts of pain leaving his thighs.

He looked at his marked up body, still loving how the brunette knew where his sensitive spots were. Always covering them in dark purple love bites.

He grabbed a fresh pair of underwear, and began the journey down the stairs. Hoping to find George there.

He shuffled down the stairs, clutching onto the wooden railing beside him.

When he got about half way, he saw his boyfriend stirring something into a mug. It looked to be brown, and smelt like heaven.

It smelt like soft flavours of chocolate and honey. It was hot and he could see steam coming from the top of the mug.

The one stirring was not as delighted as the drink smelt.

George was practically pulling out his hair out of guilt. He felt so bad he hurt dream, and made him feel like he couldn't tell him to stop.

"George..?"

George's eyes shot up to see Dream. Awkwardly trying to stumble down the carpeted stairs.

He dropped the spoon he using to stir the hot chocolate, and raced to dream.
He held him from under his shoulders, and arms. Helping him go back their shared bed.

"Honey.. c'm here. I'll be right up, find something to watch, okay?"

Dreams voice was still glossy and hoarse. Simply nodding as an answer.
After George helped him to the bed, he was fine just as quick.

Dream picked out a movie he liked and waited for George to return.

He didn't have to wait long, as George came up soon after. He was holding two cups of steaming hot chocolate. Handing one to dream and one his bedside table.

George kissed his cheek, and rubbed the back of his hair.

"Don't be afraid to tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"

"I can handle it though"
"No.. please tell me if it hurts"
"I didn't want you to be mad.."

A Little bit of George's heart broke that. He always wanted Dream to feel comfortable around him.

"Dream... no, boundaries are fine"

Dream smiled, knowing George wasn't mad at him. He leaned into His boyfriend, focusing back on the movie.
Both of them enjoying the fluffy moment they were somehow having.

Letting all their worries disappear,

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