Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

In denial

Summary:

they are in high school in this so underage warning

they are in denial lol

smut

"George! Psst!" George turned as he heard someone whisper his name. The voice seemed to be coming from the sport equipment storeroom. Suddenly, a hand shot out and grabbed George's arm, pulling him in. "What the fuck?!" He yelled, shocked, before realising it was just Dream.
"What's your problem?" He asked, slightly annoyed. But Dream just pulled him deeper into the storeroom.
"Shut up." Dream hissed. Then he shook his head awkwardly. "I've got an... issue." He said, gesturing to his crotch. "I don't know what to do. We've gotta go join the class and play basketball but like... I can't go out like this." George noticed he was red, most likely ashamed. He laughed.
"Oi, shut up. And don't tell anyone, jeez." As he said that, Sapnap walked past. George, still laughing, called out. "Hey Sap, poor Dreamy here has a boner!" Sapnap turned around and burst out laughing.
"Poor wittle Dweam!" He laughed.
"Sapnap, I swear to god, if you tell anyone I'll beat you up. And you know I could." Sapnap swallowed and laughed anxiously.
"A'ight, chill. I won't tell." Then he walked off to join the class in the gym, chuckling.
Dream grabbed George by the shoulders and shoved him against the wall. "You mother fucker, George." He said, shaking his head, his face read with anger. George pulled back, a little scared. But then a sly smile came over Drean's face as an idea popped into his head.
"I think... yeah. I'm not gonna beat you up. I've got a better idea." George frowned, confused.
"What?" He asked dumbly.
Dream smirked. "You're gonna help me get rid of this. With your mouth. Because clearly you have no issue with sharing private info with it, so I guess you won't have an issue sucking me off." Dream grinned coldly down at George.
"What the fuck, Dream? I'm not giving you a blow job. Are you gay or something?" George hissed out.
"No, you asshole, I'm not. A mouth is a mouth. I can close my eyes, picture a chick down there. It's payback." Dream spat.
George shook his head.
"No. I'm not doing it."
Dream shoved him further against the wall.
"Well, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Now get on your fucking knees, or I'll beat the fuck out of you."
George grimaced, his mind racing. Suck a dick for a minute or get a concussion in front of everyone under Dream's fists. Even though he knew Dream wouldn't actually make him, and wouldn't actually beat him up, he decided to play it safe.
"Fuck you." He spat, lowering onto his knees.
Dream grinned and yanked his shorts down. George was now face to face with a huge bulge in Dream's boxers.
Dream pulled them down slowly, his dick now visable. George had made up his mind. Just get it over with. So he reached out to grab Dream's base, angling the tip towards his mouth. He parted his lips and took him in, just the tip. Dream let his head fall back, his fist clenched as George moved his tongue over the shaft, taking in as much as he could. He started to bob his head like the girls did in porn. Dream gasped. He needed something to hold onto. He reached down and knotted his fingers through George's hair. He also looked down and opened his eyes, and saw George with his lips wrapped around Dream's cock. His lips were red and puffy, his eyes closed.
"Fuck." Dream said under his breath.
George looked up, making eye contact with him.
Dream let out a groan, struggling to keep his hips from jerking forward.
"George- George I'm gonna... fuck George- I'm gonna... pull off, George. Fu- pull off, I'm gonna cu- fuck, pull off.'
But George didn't. He continued, his eyes still on Dream's. Dream was a mess, his face and neck flushed deep red, his eyes wide, his mouth parted. "George, I'm gonna- oh fuuck." Was all he said as he finished down George's throat. George pulled off and grabbed his drink bottle, coughing slightly as he drank.
Dream leaned against the wall.
"You sure you never done that before?" He asked, breathless. George shook his head, still on his knees.
Dream looked down at him and noticed something.
"You're... oh my god, you're hard!" He laughed.
"Shut up. Anyone would... react that way. I didn't like it, jeez." Dream laughed again. "Ok then. So you don't want help?"
"Wha- I mean, sure, ok..." George said, unsure.
Dream lowered himself to the ground next to George and hooked a finger through his pants, pulling them down. A half hard bulge was visable through his boxers. Dream smirked and began palming George through the fabric.
He breathed in heavily at the sudden contact, sitting on his knees with his thighs on his heels.
"Stop teasing, you dickhead." He panted.
"Ask nicely then." Dream said, suddenly wanting to have even more power over George than he already had.
"I'm not.. I'm not gonna beg, you arse." The Brit said, gasping suddenly as Dream pushed down harder.
"Fuck, fuck ok, I-." George began. "Ple- shit. Please." He whispered. But Dream still wanted more. He was mad at George, he wanted him to feel like he had no power over himself, no control.
"Please what?" He asked, slowing his hand.
"Please... please Dream. Please go under them." George said, his face red with shame. Dream, assuming George meant his boxers, slowly pulled them down, exposing George's dick. He licked his hand and began moving it over the shaft, up and down, then up again and over the tip, which was already leaking slightly.
George bit his tongue, trying desperately not to moan. But as the American slid a finger over his tip he let out a whimper. "Excited?" Dream asked teasingly.
George couldn't say anything in response as Dream sped up his movements.
"Uhh~ fuck... oh shit I'm gonna- Dream I'm.. ohhhuuhh~." George moaned out as he came into Dream's hand. Dream whiped his hand on the floor and grabbed George's shoulder, pulling him up onto weak knees.
"C'mon, we gotta go join the game."
George nodded, walking out of the storeroom. But before he opened the door, Dream pushed him against the wall and whispered against his ear.
"This stays between us, ok?" He hissed, his lips grazing George's ear for a brief moment before he pulled away. George nodded as Dream pushed open the door and strode away, the Brit following.