dnf smut & oneshots

♡ hookups, hangovers and hickeys

words: 2787
description: dream and george have some drinks and well, the title explains it pretty good.
warnings: smut, alcohol, mentions of blood
top: dream
bottom: george

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dream and george were sitting in their house in the living room, they were enjoying a weekend of just the two of them. sapnap was away visiting karl and it left them both alone with each other in the house. they'd decided to crack into some drinks, taking random coloured shots and making fun cocktails. there was always tension in the air whenever the two were together, sexual and romantic. the pair had been in love with each other for years, both of them too worried to confess in fear of the feelings not being reciprocated.

the alcohol in their hands and in their bloodstream made it harder and harder for them to resist each other.

"georgeeeeeee~" dream called out, walking into the kitchen with an empty glass in hand. he found george sitting on the counter, eyes heavy and glazed over from all the alcohol. "let's make another cocktail!" the taller stepped towards george, standing very, very close to him.

"w-what do you wanna make?" george looks up from his phone, not noticing or caring how close dream was standing to him. dream looked at george for a moment, silently admiring him and his ethereal beauty. whenever george was drunk (or sober for that matter), dream couldn't resist staring at him. his cheeks were flushed, his eyelids were heavy, and every time dream glanced over at him, he was already looking.

"let's make uhhh, i don't know, we'll just mix shit as we go!" they both hop over to the array of bottles on their counter, sorting through them and coming out with about 5 different ones.

"hey dream, look what one's we have." george picked up a bottle of blue curaçao and pineapple juice, dream looked at him and tilted his head, his alcohol dazed mind not understanding what the man in front of him was getting at.

"huh? it's juice and then blue juice-i mean curaçao." he slurred out, george giggled and sat on the bench, pouring some other spirits in two glasses before mixing some of the orange juice with the curaçao. the mixture turned a beautiful shade of green, dreams eyes widened, mesmerised by simple colour theory. "wOAH ITS GREEN! it's mE!" he yelled out, his face moving closer to the glasses for a better look, which also meant he was pretty much standing in between george's legs.

"that's not even the best bit, watch!" george slowly poured some of the blue liqueur on top of the drink, causing it to sit on top rather than mixing in. "i call this the DNF cocktail!"

"holy fuck! the blue is like floating on the top! how did you do that?!" dream asked, still bewildered. "wait!" he reached over and grabbed a jar of red cherries, plopping one in each glass. the pair picked up their glasses, taking a big gulp and putting the glasses down. george had managed to get the cherry in his mouth, making a disgusted face.

dreams pov:

"i don't like these cherries clay." george stated, speaking with the cherry still in his mouth. he looked up at me, holding the cherry between his teeth.

"i like them! just let me eat it," i put my hand out, waiting for him to put the cherry into my hand. instead, he leans back slightly, tipping his head forward and looking at me through his eyelashes. i feel his legs push against my hips, pulling me closer to the kitchen counter so he could wrap his legs around my lower back. "george?" i looked him up and down, noticing a small bulge forming in his sweatpants.

"if you want to eat it come and get it yourself," he teased, we jokingly flirt all the time after some drinks, but we've never been alone before. i grab his hips, pushing my apparent erection against him, causing him to let out a small whimper.