tea - dreamnotfound

a terrible fortress

a movie is still rolling in the background but i pay no mind. i'm too preoccupied with clay, with his lips, his hair, his hands, his entire body. nothing else matters.

he kisses me roughly, pulling me down on top of him and letting his fingers slide against the bare skin underneath my shirt. it's driving me crazy, sending intense shivers down my spine. i slightly part my lips to give his tongue permission to enter.

what started as cute, innocent pecks has now turned into a full make out session, and i don't mind at all. every move he makes is electrifying. i just want him to touch me more.

he carefully bites my bottom lip, making me moan softly. my sounds of pleasure gets him all giddy and excited, i can tell by the way he grips my shoulders, pushing me further down onto him.

he pulls away for a bit to instead leave a trail of kisses down my neck, searching for those extra sensitive spots of mine. when they've been found as indicated by my hitched breaths and whimpers, he doesn't hesitate leaving prominent hickeys all over. the bruised skin tingles, and i swear i can see stars.

his dirty blonde locks accidentally brush against my chin as he tries to move back up, tickling me a little. a giggle escapes my throat as a result, forcing me to abruptly cut the heartfelt moment short.

"awww," clay squeals as i go red, "wittle tickwish aren't you?"
"n-no i'm not."
"let's see then."

he smirks, holding me down with his legs and proceeding to tickle my sides. i instantly burst out laughing at the weird sensation, not being able to stop myself.

"clay!" i manage to exclaim amidst all my laughter, "s-stooop!"
"i thought so," he chuckles, swiftly stopping the playful action, "now i have a perfect weapon to use against you."
"i hate being tickled, it just... makes me uncomfortable," i pout, crossing my arms.
"really? i'm sorry boo, i won't do it again."

he places a kiss on my temple as an apology - one that i gladly accept - before pulling my body down again and engulfing me in a bear hug. i nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the lovely smell of his cologne.

"i don't deserve you," i mutter.
"hey, don't say that! if anything it's the opposite way around."
"you're just too good to me."
"only because you're the best boyfriend one could wish for."

i can't help but smile at his sweet words. this man is like an angel sent straight from heaven at just the right point in my miserable life.

"i don't know about you but i'm fucking tired," he yawns.
"you can go ahead and sleep, i'm not going anywhere," i assure him.
"goodnight then georgie."
"goodnight."

"love you baby."
"i love you too sugar."

i kiss his neck where my lips were already placed.

it doesn't take long for quiet snoring sounds to sneak into the air. i pull my phone out of my pocket to entertain myself for just a while. i haven't really talked to anyone nor interacted with people on twitter at all today so i'm not surprised when i see a large number of notifications pop up.

however something seems off. six missed calls from sapnap and a multitude of text messages from him and my other friends flood the notification center. what's going on this time? i've gotten so used to drama and shit throwing recently that i barely even care anymore. after a brief moment's hesitation i open sapnap's texts.

sap ❤️
dude what the hell is going on on twitter??

have you seen it

george please respond it's urgent

i think someone's leaked pictures of you and dream

hello????