꧁ᴅɴғ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ꧂

«Submissive»

George had put a 'naughty' prank on Dream, leaving him there to deal with his problem. This is 4 days later, he finally gets his revenge.

Also its fricking 1am rn, ngl i feel kinda tired. LoL should i start this?
Also I'm at the beach and there is the calming sound of the ocean getting me through this :) <3

enjoy!

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Revenge, that was the only thing that was on Dream's mind all the days after that teasing that George did on him. He was the top, he was the one in charge and he didn't want to let his little boyfriend win this.

4 days later he got an idea, he wanted to tease him like he did, but... he was surely going to get what he wanted but not so softly how the brunette would probably imagine.

He was going to destroy his insides, it was a promise.

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George was in the kitchen cleaning some dirty dishes and listening to music by a small radio that sat on the kitchen counter. He was humming the song that came up, swinging his hips with the ritm of it.

Dream was on the couch, watching him, still thinking about his little, sweet revenge. He wanted to make sure he'll never do it again.

He thought for a moment before an idea came up. He knew some spots were George was more sensitive with physical contact, one of them being exactly his crotch.

He was giving his back to the younger making his idea more easier to do.

He got up from the couch, a small grin never leaving his face. He got into the kitchen, the music and the sound of plates becoming louder as he got really close to the others male back.

He looked down at his legs, they were a little apart. Dream raised his arm and shoved it between them, his hand falling directly on the others crotch making him let out a yelp and drop some forks he was washing.

"Dream what the hell?!"

"You shouldn't have messed with me.."

"What are you talking abo- take off your hand from there!"

He didn't. He was planning on a big surprise for his little slut. George scoffed and grabbed a towel to dry his hands.

"If you are not going to take it off I'm going to do it m-"

He was interrupted by the hand on his crotch gripping all of it. His boy was all tensed up. It was basically laying there. George knew that he now regret telling Dream some of his sensitive spots.

"Don't do it Dream.."

"Do what?"

George was breathing heavily, he was a little scared to talk. The blonde had power on him, if he said something wrong it would have been his end.

Dream was laying his head on the other's back, eyes closed and smiling to the felling of having that much control over him. He could hear the brunette tremble a bit and his heavy breath.

"Go on, do what you were doing"

"Wha-"

The grip on his crotch tightened at his protest over the blonde's command. He let out a small moan at the fast action that immediately got back as it was.

"Do it"

"O-ok"

He got back to do what he was doing, his focus still on the others hand. He knew that if he messed something up the blonde could have complete control over him.