dnf smut & oneshots

♡ waterfalls comin out your mouth

words: 2593
description: dream and george get a bit too tipsy and george ends up saying stuff that he thinks he'll regret.
warnings: smut, alcohol, friends with benefits to lovers.
top: dream
bottom: george

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george's pov:

"karl your turn to ask!" i slur out, taking my shot. sapnap, dream and i were in our house having a small party with bad, skeppy, and karl, playing never have i ever. i'm pretty sure only teenagers play it but it's a bit of fun, and we were learning some interesting stuff about everyone.

"okay okay, never have i ever," he giggles, full of alcohol, "kissed my best friend!" we all look around at each other and take a shot, laughing and nudging each other.

"karl i'm pretty sure we've all kissed each other here, i mean no homo but you and nick are literally dating and skeppy and bad have something fucking weird going on." dream calls out, wheezing while taking a sip of a juice chaser.

"hey! language!" bad yells, making some weird eye contact with skeppy. "anyway my turn!!" we fill up the shot glasses again, nearly emptying a bottle of vodka. "never have i ever been to texas!"

"bad you dumb fuck i'm from texas!" sapnap says after taking a shot, refilling his glass. we all sit and laugh while asking each other questions for another hour until we're completely off our faces.

"o-okay i have a good o-one!" sapnap calls out, smirking at karl, "n-never have i ever, and i'm not expecting you to t-take a shot karl since we're dating and not technically best friends, never h-have i e- fuck i already said that at the start, had feelings for my best friend." i giggle and blush, downing the shot before i could even think.

dream and i weren't dating, but we were, friends with benefits i guess. nearly every night since i moved here ended with me sneaking into dreams room and being pushed into the pillows, his hands snaking around my body and his lips leaving a trail of marks all over my chest and collarbones. he made sure the marks he left were in places that i could easily hide, under my collarbones, around my inner thighs, and other places. the first few weeks i lived here i put on a knee brace so everyone wasn't suspicious of my limping, i'm good at covering it up now though and making excuses.

to say i had feelings for dream would be an understatement, i've been falling in love with him for years, even before we met in real life, his laugh, his comforting voice through our discord calls, the way he makes me feel in the bedroom. everything about him made my heart feel like it was exploding, everytime he touches me, says my name, or looks in my direction i get butterflies. we've had conversations about our feelings and he's said he likes me, but he just needs some time to adjust to life with his face on camera before we make things official.

"george?" i'm snapped out of my daydream by karl, looking at me with a concerned expression. i look around at everybody with their full shot glasses, putting down my empty glass and looking towards dream.

what?

his glass was completely full, the expression on his face was one of sadness and guilt.

"i'm sorry george." as he continues to speak, my brain goes foggy, completely blocking out the sound of his voice. my stomach feels like it's up in my throat and my heart feels like it's been crumpled up like a ball of paper.

"c-clay, i," i feel tears start to form, slowly dripping down my flushed cheeks. what do i even do in this situation? i get myself up off the floor and race off to my room, not even trying to stop the sobs that leave my mouth. i throw my shirt off once i get in my room and chuck it in the corner of the room, walking into the bathroom and looking at all the marks on my body. what i thought was a show of his secret love and admiration for me, now just made me feel like a teenage slut.