Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

Worship me

Summary:

Dream worships George, because he is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Dream loved when George got this way. He worshiped him like he was a god, and Dream his divine worshiper. Every mark, every gentle kiss left on the shorter male full of passion and love.
Dream wanted to take his time with him tonight, to gain control of himself and to control his levels of impatience, he just wants to unravel his baby with sickly sweet attention. Until he falls apart so sweetly and gently for him. He was already halfway there. With his head thrown back and a small trail of drool slowly slipping down his perfect face. Dream reached up and caressed the boy's face, wiping the drool and thumbing his cheek softly.
George whimpered and tossed his head away. Dream was having none of that. He grabbed George's chin with force and brought him back to face Dream.

"Hey baby keep your eyes on me," he whispered.

George whined and thrust his hips up. Trying and failing to get some kind of friction. Dream smiled down at his lover, loving how he looked so close to tears and so beautifully wrecked.

"None of that now, don't you wanna be good?" he mumbled against skin. "My good boy?" George gasped. His head was already spinning and he was already floating. His head is a mess of dreams and more. He needs more.

"Yes!" "I'm your good boy, please, please give me more!" He wiggled underneath Dream. Mumbling incoherent "yours" under his breath.

Dream could almost laugh, how fucked out his boyfriend was. He loved him like this. So broken and fragile, begging to be used and roughed up. "Okay lets flip you over," Dream told him.

George scrambled up and onto his hands and knees looking back at Dream with puppy dog eyes. He was so so cute. Dream moved over and grabbed the lube underneath the pillow, moving back behind the other boy. George canted his hips back and onto Dreams lap, getting his own release. But he was not in charge. When his hips thrust back up a loud smack rang through the room with a small scream.

"Baby why'd you do that? You were being so good and now you need to be punished," Dream mumbled, shifting George over his lap.

"N-no please, please i'm sorry i'm good i'm good!" George cried out.

He didn't want a punishment he didn't think it would be that back if he only did it once.
Dream looked down at the mess in his lap. "Count love," he said.

George waited a few seconds preparing himself for the hit, and after a few he was confused. Why wasn't Dream going? Just as he was about to look up two smacks one after the other hit his cheeks. Tears coated his waterline threatening to fall down his face and he whimpered. His head hung low and he tried to breathe.

Dream leaned down to his ear, "count."

"O-one, two,"" George said loudly. He didn't want to risk having to start over due to not saying it loud enough for the other to hear.

" good job," Dream smiled proud of his baby. Before he continued he brought the others face up towards him.

"Color?" George looked into Dreams eyes, not really getting what he was saying. He was too far gone to recognize it. Dream grew concerned, George was never this far into subspace. Quickly Dream tapped twice on his shoulder, asking non-verbally if he was ok.

George sat for a minute letting his brain think of a response. He smiled goofily and tapped Dream three times. Meaning he was good. Dream's eyes widened. He let the other fall back over his lap.

"Good boy Georgie, you're so good, you're doing so well, my good boy." George moaned out at the praise. "Lets only go to five yeah? Because you've been so good. George wiggled and nodded.