Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

Lovers with benefits

Summary:

"Wait." Dream said. "I won't be able to call us friends with benefits now." George laughed.

"We can be lovers with benefits."

or: DNF in denial

"You're stupid."

Dream giggled, as he bounced his leg up and down. George sat next to him, with his head on his shoulder.

"What? Is it not true?"

"Yes?" George backed away from Dream, staring at him. "We only cuddle and kiss sometimes, that doesn't make us, you know."

"But friends with benefits suit us!"

"Friends with benefits is about being friends and having sex with each other you dumbass."

Dream rolled his eyes, laughing silently. George looked genuinely offended when he referred to them as 'friends with benefits'. They weren't a couple, yet they acted like one. Well, aside from having sex.

"Well, then we can become your definition of friends with benefits." Dream kept on joking, getting jabbed into his rib.

"Fuck you."

"You can help me with it if you want." He didn't stop. This time, instead of a light punch, he yelled 'ow' as George's opened hand made contact with the back of his head. Right after he started chuckling, he said "Why do you take it so seriously, I'm just kidding."

George huffed, and with his arms crossed, turned away. Dream shook his head and crawled closer, breathing onto the brunette's neck. George's face turned pinkish and his lips trembled. Dream gave him a light kiss, underneath his ear. He started covering George's neck with more and more smooches. Finally his older friends faced him again and grabbed his face. George pulled Dream into a kiss and flipped him off after. The blonde made a shocked expression, pretending to be heavily offended. George scoffed and left the room, going upstairs. Dream giggled to himself, and got lost in his thoughts for a second.

Him and George were friends, nothing more. Of course, jokes about being a couple or calling each other 'boyfriends' wasn't anything special and they did it often, yet they never thought about becoming an actual couple. Kissing, cuddling was a daily basis. Dream doesn't know what he would do if he wasn't able to receive all of his morning kisses from George, or if he couldn't lay on his lap, as the brunette brushed his hair. He loved George, but it was rather platonic than romantic.

"Fuck me."

"I'd be down for that." George said, taking a seat next to him.

"Not only you aren't mad at me all of a sudden, but you make these jokes now too?" An offended huff came from the Brit.

"I was in a bad mood, but I realized the only way to feel better is to cuddle with you so I'm here." George made puppy eyes, insinuating that he wanted to snuggle. Dream rolled his eyes.

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no."

George furrowed his eyebrows, not accepting that kind of disrespect. He jammed into Dream, sliding his arms under Clay's, and pressing his face into his chest. The blonde put his arms up a bit and made a disgusted face, but after a while he gave in and hugged George back. They stayed in that position for a while, until George separated them.

"Alright, that's enough for me." He said, as he left to the kitchen.

"You're a dick." Dream yelled, seeing the brunette disappear in the doors.