Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

Make my back arch

Summary:

Drunk dreamnotfound oneshot! 

Dream was tired and heartbroken

and certainly very horny

which is why he chose to go to a club at a rather depressing Friday evening.

He didn't waste much time with chit chat with other people there and made his way to the bar. There was a bunch of drunk people everywhere already, dancing and singing to the cringy club songs, making out with others hungrily and the most wasted ones were already fighting with bodyguards.

Dream just shook his head in slight disgust (even though he was not one to judge), 'How unbelievably stupid this thing we call living is' he thought as he ordered the first drink. It didn't take a lot for him to get in the mood, just a few drinks later he was feeling like the beats of the song were flowing through his body and his mind peacefully shut off. And with a blank mind, emptier than his wallet now, stupid decisions were easy to make and fun to experience.

That is probably the reason why, despite having his heart broken just a few hours ago, he was now looking at all the chicks in the club as they swung their hips and smiled with lips painted with cheap chopsticks begging to be ruined.

Dream almost stood up to go join them and maybe have one of them soothe his pain with those long nails and even longer eyelashes.

But before he did so, someone joined him at the bar. A short guy probaly 4,11 who already looked tipsy. which was really short for dream considering he's 5,6 he makes me look like a fucking Giant but its hot.

He sat next to dream, ordered a cola with vodka and tossed Dream a sheepish smile.

Dream studied his face – he wasn't ugly at all - Hell no! Dream found him quite attractive if he would be completely honest.

'Well, that's interesting news' smiled Dream bitterly to himself.

Normally he would leave and go grab some hot girl to ruin her perfectly done make-up in his bed, but today, he felt extra sad, extra lonely, and also extra spiteful.

'Might as well fuck it' was his final thought as he sent the guy next to him one of his flirty smirks. He knew it gets all the girls, there was no reason for the guy to resist it.

He just held rather long eye contact and took a sip of his drink.

'What's your name?' he finally asked.

'Dream' answered the latter with another smug facial expression. It's egocentric people who win at clubs, right?

'I like that name' smiled bashfully the latter boy 'sounds easy to moan' his eyes weren't as innocent as the shy smiles.

'You better remember it then' Dream didn't hesitate to put his hand on the smaller boy's knee and slowly made his way up with a touch lighter than butterfly wings.

'What's your name, pretty?' asked Dream while stopping at the latter's inner thigh.

'George' even the name sounds like late night sins and shared bedsheets

'Well, to us, George!' grinned Dream as they drank up blue liquor, he had no memory of ordering.

'Let's dance' said the shorter boy and grabbed Dreams' hand to drag him to the dancefloor. They were both fairly drunk, the alcohol getting into their system, making them appreciate the small touches and flirty glances too much.

Dream's head was spinning – a pretty boy with chocolate brown eyes and auburn hair with a thick British accent was messing with his mind while he danced sloppily in the middle of the dance floor.