MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

Everybody's Watching Him- Dreamnotfound 💋

CW: hang over, nearly getting caught, (badly written) smut

Plot: Dream has liked his best friend since he met him in high-school, and now they're nearing the end of their college schooling and at a party to celebrate. It's now the morning after.

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Third Person  POV.

"Good morning, sunshine," Dream whispers, his voice rumbles against George's head where it rests on the blond's chest. "How did you sleep?"

"Shhh... not so loud," George mumbles, sitting up, holding a hand to the side of his head as his splitting headache aches. He moves his hand to cover Dream's mouth. "Fuck, my head hurts,"

"I told you it would," Dream smiles, pulling George's hand off of his mouth. "That's why I grabbed this,"

He sits up and turns to the bed side table, grabbing a small cardboard box filled with pain killers. "Here," Dream passes the box to George before handing a cup full of water to the smaller boy. He quickly downs two tablets before pushing Dream back down, climbing on top of him. Wrapping his arms around his neck before closing his eyes, the site makes Dream chuckle.

Like a cat. Dream thinks before moving his arms to rest around George's waist.

"Do you still want to?" George asks after around twenty minutes. His voice sounding clearer as he sits up, his hands on Dream's chest.

"Do I still want to what?" Dream raises a brow, moving his hand from where it was playing with George's hair.

"Fuck me," George urges.

Oh.

Oh.

Dream swallows. "Uhm— yeah,"

"We don't have to, we can just go back to cuddling," George comforts. "I was just wondering,"

"No, no, i want to," Dream assures as he sits up, moving George so that he's now straddling him. "I was just caught off guard by how calmly you asked it,"

"Oh, sorry," George apologises with a small giggle. He leans forward, their faces no more than an inch apart. Warm breath dances on their lips before they kiss gently, George's hand moving to cup the side of Dream's face. "But are you sure you want to?" George whispers.

"Im sure, but are you? You were pretty hung over before," Dream tells him, tilting his head as he leans forward, griping George's hips tighter.

"Yeah, I'm sure," George breathlessly admits. His hips rolling down slightly.

"You're evil," Dream tells him before he kisses him again.

~time skip~

"Please, please, please, Dream," George begs from where he kneels between the taller man's legs, palming himself. "Please, i need you,"

"Naw, you're so cute when you beg," Dream tells him, cupping the side of his face. "On my lap,"

Dream moves to lean against the head rest before George climbs to straddle his lap again. "Hurry the fuck up," George grumbles as he wraps his arms around Dream's neck.

"Be patient, darling," Dream says as he lines himself up with the boy.

George opens his mouth about to complain."Hurry u—"

He's cut off by Dream sliding into him. George's jaw going slack as he leans forward, his head resting in the nape of Dream's neck as he breathes out. "What was that?" Dream asks with a smirk on his lips. "Use your words, baby,"