i saw something on twt where they were like "the ones who say baby gogy are the ones who write fanfics of him getting railed by his best friend." so i wrote this. to prove them right. (THIS💯IS‼️A🔴SMUT🥵CHAPTER😩) -•-
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-_george pov_- i giggled loudly as dream chased me around the world. "OOH GOGY!!" i stopped to laugh at the nickname that fans had given me. he wheezed, still hitting my character.
"why'd you say that?" i laughed, and he continued to crit me, and soon i died and i groaned. "george you're actually so bad at this game." "WOT? YOU CALLED ME GOGY, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" he laughed, loudly. "that's what twitter calls you! baby gogy!" he made a baby voice, and i gagged listening to him.
maybe i should stop the recording now.
"dream, i'm going to stop recording now." he mumbled, and i shook my head before stopping it. i heard dream get up from his chair, and i got up from mine, walking into the hallway, where dream was already walking towards my room. "you okay, dream?" he nodded. "i dunno, the video just felt kinda off today, right?" i nodded. "it did feel kinda off, but i guess that's okay, right? maybe it's because we just moved in together."
"maybe," he mumbled, but he still looked kinda off about it. "is that the reason?" i questioned, and he looked at me, kinda smiling.
"you know how i called you 'baby gogy', right?" i nodded, still confused on how this was related to the recording. "well, i-," his facial expression changed last second, "where did the name come from?" i laughed, confused. "i dunno, i just logged into twitter and i saw it."
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soon enough we were on my bed, just talking about random things. i started to get tired, but not enough to pass out right there. i think he noticed, too, because he started to ask me if i wanted him to leave.
i had said no, but he still seemed eager to leave. "did you want to leave?" i questioned, but he shook his head, "i think you just need sleep, ya'know? adjust to the time zone." "it's okay, i can stay awake a few more hours." he checked his phone, staying on for no more than five minutes before he threw it down.
"i can't take this shit anymore-," he jumped up, and for a second thought he was gonna leave, until he leaned onto me, grabbing my face. "dream, what are you doin-," he pulled me into a kiss, the kiss getting more heated as it happened.
(⚠️THIS PART GETS nAsTiE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK I GUESS⚠️)
he grabbed my sides, his large, cooler hands giving me goosebumps. i moved my hands up to his neck, then grabbing his chin. i pulled him closer into the kiss, and he groaned lowly as i laced my hands through his dirty blonde hair, tugging it slightly. his hands traveled down my torso, going further.
i slowly pulled my lips lower, my hands going from his hair to his neck, his neck to the top of his shirt, and soon enough his shirt was getting pulled over his head, and my hoodie was getting pulled off of me, too. he pulled my head up, pulling me in for a kiss. this one was rough, though. he pushed me onto the wall behind the bed, putting his knee in between my legs. he grinded onto me, and i moaned loudly, leaning my head into his shoulder to silence it.
he stopped, and i moved my head, groaning, annoyed. "why dream? why'd you stop?" he grinned. "don't muffle yourself." i blushed, feeling embarrassed i was this desperate for his touch.
he laughed, and started to grind onto me again. i moaned, biting my lip. he pulled my lip back, kissing my neck harshly. "keep. moaning." he whispered, and i obliged, throwing my head back. he chucked, and i bucked my hips to the rhythm of his knee. i threw my hands around his neck, moaning as i felt the knot in my stomach form. "dream-! i'm c-" he suddenly stopped, and i groaned loudly.
"dream what the hell?" he laughed, pulling my pants down. i bit my lip, watching him. he soon pulled them completely off, throwing them off the bed. he unbuckled his belt, pulling his down too.
he pulled me lower, so that my head was to the pillows, and flipped me to my stomach. he pulled my ass up, leaning onto me. he kissed my neck, whispering in my ear. "are you ready, gogy?" i groaned, but nodded my head. he pulled my underwear down, then i heard him moaning for a few seconds, before one of his hands grabbed my ass.
"oh george-!" he said, and he put- himself inside me. i moaned aloud, and he groaned, his fingers digging in my sides. he waited for about five seconds, before he started again. he moved fast, his hands on the back on my neck, holding me down. i moaned into the pillow, forgetting my house walls were thin.
he moved faster, roughly moving as i grabbed on the pillows in front of me. he groaned loudly, and i started to breath heavily, feeling my climax come on. my eyes closed tightly, and i moaned into my pillow, feeling the precum drip out of my cock. i bit my lip, trying to hold back my release. dream's hand slid to my hair, grabbing and pulling my head up. i moan, and released my load, my mind going clear as i felt him grabbing at my waist.
he turned me over, kissing me shortly before continuing to pound into me. my eyes rolled back in pleasure, grabbing onto the sheets roughly. he continued, and i fell over the edge of how much pleasure a human could feel.
i moaned, "dream, i~ i came." he bit his lip, laughing. "i haven't yet." his hands went to my neck again, and his hands gripped onto it. i had started to move with dream's rhythm. his moans became staggered, and louder, signaling he was close to his climax. i felt my second come on, and he must've noticed, because he looked at me, saying, "wait it out for me. c-cum with me." i nodded, holding on. he leaned down, kissing my neck, before speaking lowly. "cum, george. c- fuck!" he moaned into my neck, and i grabbed his hair, pulling as i moaned.
"george, that was amazing." "it was... i lov-"
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"dream, are you ready to record?" george knocked on my door, and i moved from my keyboard. "yea, one sec. baby gogy!" he laughed. "shut up!" i started up minecraft, and opened my recording software to record my point of view.
i should've closed off wattpad.
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"dream? are you recording?" i nodded, but realized he couldn't hear me. "yea." "are you sure? this has happened before..." "i promise i am." "ok i'm coming to check." ~ "dream... wattpad?"
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plot twist dream was writing the fanfic the whole time
(also the smut was made longer, thanks to my friend marionetta)
