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i’m in charge pt. 2 [gnf x f!reader]

part 1

word count: 1,115

warnings: SMUT, dom!george, eating you out, edging, hair pulling if you squint

summary: george switches the roles back to the usual of him being the dominant one.

george runs his hands up your bare stomach, lifting your shirt higher in the process. you’re embarrassed at how you’re allowing him to make you submit to him, so you grip his wrists before he can reach your breasts.

he looks up at you confused. “a-are you okay?”

your hesitance has made him nervous. even when he was ‘in charge’ he was careful with you.

“yeah, just- why can’t i be in charge?” you ask, challenging him.

his face falls back into his familiar smirk.

“didn’t i just just give you a turn, darling?” he asks condescendingly.

“well yeah, but-“

“be quiet.”

before you could protest, he pulls down your underwear and licks side to side on your clit without warning, causing you to gasp. your hand slips up, covering your mouth as to not let him hear any of your pathetic moans. of course, he interjects by grabbing your arms and pulling them away.

“well it’s no fun if i can’t hear you.” he says as he rolls his eyes.

your eyebrows furrow, still upset at how fast you lost the dominance.

“you want control?” he guides your hands to his hair, “there’s your control.”

his tongue goes back to working on your clit, and your moans are audible this time. you pull very lightly on his hair, afraid to tug too hard. he looks up at you, while his tongue is still moving quickly against you. you try to keep eye contact with him, but sometimes it breaks as you throw your head back from all his movements that cause you pleasure.

then, he moves his tongue to push inside your entrance instead, moving fast again. your grip on his hair finally tightens as you react to the new feeling, his wet tongue feeling around your walls. the speed of all his movements made you feel like you would cum quickly, already starting to feel a slight knot in your stomach.

“ah- george-“

but then george pulls away completely, causing you to look down at him.

“do you like it when i go fast y/n?”

“mhm” you answer while nodding. you looked so helpless.

“so, you don’t like it slow?” he asks while he starts to rub your clit painfully slow with his delicate fingers.

his touch still made you react, your hips twitching slightly.

“george..” you say and let out an obvious whine.

his other hand digs into the skin of your thigh, but still not hard enough to leave bruises.

“is something wrong?” he asks, pretending to be unaware of how badly he’s torturing you.

“pl-please.” you say in a louder tone than you expected.

his slow pace stays exactly the same.

“who’s in charge?” he asks, looking you straight in the eye.

you huff and look away, still not wanting to give him the satisfaction. he smirks at your response, tightening the grip he has on your thigh. his lips leave kisses on you thigh, moving closer to your heat, he moves his fingers to leave a few licks on your clit that make you whimper, but then he stops.

“i guess you just don’t want to finish...” he teases.

“wait..” you say quietly while pulling his head up with the hand that was still in his hair.

“hm?” he hums, his eyes looking even more pretty because of the way he’s looking up.

“fine,” you spit out, “you’re in charge.”

as soon as you say that, he has the most smug look on his face.

“and now i can prove it.” he says.

his tongue goes back to flicking your clit around. it was sensitive now, making your hips grind against his mouth, but george didn’t mind. to him, it just showed how desperate you were, just from his mouth.

your hands explored his brown messy hair. one moved down to hold his jaw, this time neither of you dared to break eye contact.

“i love you, george.”

his eyes widened a little, barely noticeable. his tongue slows down as if processing what you said. it wasn’t like you guys hadn’t said it before, but it was rare for you guys to say it during sex.

he seemed to gain a new motivation now, sucking on your clit to give you the most amount of pleasure. he used his hands on your thighs to hold you against him as your hips bucked with sensitivity.

soon enough, you could feel how close you were, and your increasing moans made it obvious to george as well. then you came in his mouth, just like he said you would, still not breaking eye contact. he made sure to clean you up with tongue afterwards, his tongue still making your breath hitch from how sensitive you were now.

he moves up, hovering over you. he kisses you, making you taste yourself.

“i love you too.” he finally says.

you pull him towards you, rolling both of you over so you sat on top of him. you both giggled, he didn’t try to stop you. now you were both just smiling at each other like idiots. you were about to lean down to kiss him when you see his phone light up and start vibrating on the dresser next to the bed.

“it’s dream.” you say as you get off him so he can pick it up.

his face drops, but he answers anyway.

“what do you want?” he says when he picks up.

you raise your eyebrows, surprised at his aggression, especially towards dream. george keeps it off speaker, so you can’t hear what dream is saying. you just use context from george’s answers.

“actually yes, i’m busy.”

…

“none of your business, idiot.”

…

“I’ll just call you later.”

he waits a moment, probably listening to dream complaining, then he hangs up, lightly tossing the phone to the carpet floor.

he looks back towards you, and you look at him curiously.

he sighs and says, “he wanted to talk about a video.”

he pulls you to him by your waist and you smile.

“but the only person i want whining in my ear right now, is you.” he says, making you laugh, and he pulls you into an affectionate kiss, but it quickly turns rough and sloppy. he leans down towards you, until your back is against the bed again.

he speaks, “where were we?”

“oh, i don't know,” you say as you look off, pretending like you have to think about it, “something about cumming in your mouth over and over.”

he laughs and moves back down.

“mhm” he says as his hands run across your thighs softly, and then suddenly holding them open, preparing to go down on you again.

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i’m in charge [gnf x f!reader]

part 2

word count: 1,482

warnings: SMUT, masturbation, handjob, begging, cum, dom george at the end

summary: after forgetting something on your way to the store, you return to your house and hear moaning from upstairs.

“george i’m gonna go grocery shopping, do you need anything?” you tell your boyfriend who was sat on the couch.

“hmm, get me some...” he continues to ask for some snacks he wanted to try since he moved to america.

you raise your eyebrows and realize your trip to the store had been extended, now that you have to find him those snacks.

“well, okay. i’ll be back in.. about an hour.”

george nods and hold his arms open. you lean down and give him a hug and a kiss before getting your stuff to leave.

you get in your car and pull out of the driveway, but there’s something that’s bothering you as you leave. it feels as if you forgot something. as you drive for a few minutes, only making it a block or two away from the house you remember what you forgot. you turn back to go home and get it.

as you arrive back at your door, you turn the key in the doorknob and enter. george is not in sight so you assume he already went back upstairs to your bedroom, or maybe he went to his streaming room to edit something.

you’re rummaging through the couch cushions, looking for your lost item, when suddenly your interrupted by a very subtle noise. it was quiet and coming from upstairs, you almost didn’t even hear it. your entire body freezes, listening for it again.

then you hear it again. it sounded like george moaning.. there’s no way it could be though, maybe your mind was just in the gutter right now. this time, the moan-like noise was followed by your name.

“y/n..”

‘okay, that’s definitely george’ you thought. ‘did he hear me come back?’

quickly forgetting about what you were looking for, you walk up the stairs, not making much noise, although that wasn’t intentional.

you check george’s streaming room, but it’s empty. then, you walk over to your bedroom and you’re surprised to see the door closed. he usually doesn’t even bother to close it.

you hear heavy breathing as you open the door, but right as your brain can even process that he could be…

you open the door and freeze in the doorway.

you now realize that those noises WERE moans as you see he’s sitting on the bed, jacking off. you can’t help but stare. he looks so pretty in this vulnerable state. his clothes are still on, he just lowered his pants and boxers enough to pull out his cock. his head was thrown back against the headboard and his eyes were closed. one hand was stroking himself and the other was gripping the bed sheets, keeping him extra stable.

he clearly hadn’t noticed your presence, being too distracted by his pleasure. the noises he made and just the sight of him turned you on so much.

you were still in a slight state of shock as you call out his name, wanting him to be aware of you.

“george?”

george’s head whips around, and his entire body jumps as he realizes your watching him. his hand moves away and you can see as his cock stays upright, showing his erection. it’s clear he has no idea what to say as he’s been caught. his eyes drop down and his face turns red, signaling to you that he’s embarrassed.

you gained back your courage and walk towards george, acting off impulse. he tenses up, still ashamed.

you lean in close, lips almost touching, but you stop before they can.

“why would you leave me out of the fun, george?” you ask with a whiny voice.

his hands roam your sides.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he says softly.

he uses the hands that are on your sides to pull you onto his lap and kiss you sloppily. you pull away, and he looks at you, confused. you grab his wrists with your hands that are smaller than his, and hold them on the sides of head.

“well since you left me out of it… don’t you think i should get a turn?”

“and what’re you going to do?” he smirks.

then, you grind against him. the fabric from your pants rubs against his erection, causing a friction that makes his breath hitch from a mix of pain and pleasure.

“i can make you feel good, george.”

“do it then.” he huffs.

you immediately push your lips against his after he says that. your lips move together, and you stick your tongue into his mouth, trying to have control over him in the kiss. this time, he allows you to. your tongue explores his mouth, swirling around his own tongue. the kiss leaves sloppy noises coming from the both of you and echoing throughout your bedroom.

“where’s this energy coming from?” he asks and you can just hear the smirk on his face from his voice.

“shut up.” you say, sighing.

he chuckles. you want full control of him right now, you weren’t having it. you try to squeeze both of his wrists into one of your hands, then you use your free hand to grip onto his face, making him widen his eyes and look straight up at you.

“right now, you do what i say, okay?”

he smiles. “got it.”

you move off him, but keep your hand on his wrists, holding them up. your other hand goes to stroke his hard cock, like he had been before. his breath hitches as he tries to conceal his reactions.

“i want to hear your moans like earlier.” you tell him.

he looks at you, slightly nervous again.

“please, george?”

you finally free his wrists and place gentle kisses that trail down his neck as you take off his shirt.

“just relax...” you say in almost a whisper.

his body relaxes a little, and he melts under your kisses. you go back to stroking him, starting off slow. he groans, arching his body up towards your hand. you brush your other hand against his now bare chest.

his length was already a little wet from what he was doing previously, but you wanted it to be even more slippery, easier for you to stroke. your face moves down to hover above the head of his cock, and you tease him by licking it at first. he lets out a shaky breath, full of anticipation, just waiting for your mouth to drop onto him.

before you give him what he desires, you pump him a few times, still leaving licks on his tip. he was aching at this point, needing to feel your warm mouth around his cock.

“you know… i’ve never heard you beg before.” you taunt him, stopping your movements.

“and?” george says with his half lidded eyes.

you let your saliva fall onto his cock, and suddenly you stroke him as fast as you can, catching him off guard. he doesn’t even have a chance to hold in his moans, all of them breaking through his lips, showing how much pleasure you’re bringing him.

you continue like this, running your other hand through his hair, still leaving kisses and nibbles on his neck.

“fuck!” he moans. and you can tell he’s close as his hips start to make stuttered thrusts into your hand. but before he can cum, you remove your hand.

he looks at you with pleading eyes, “w-what..?”

“i still haven’t heard you beg george.”

in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t care what it takes, he wants you to finish him. that same aching feeling comes to him when you’re no longer stroking him.

“please, y/n.”

you look back at him, stroking him again, but slow enough as to not let him finish yet.

“does it feel good, baby?” you try out the nickname that he usually uses for you instead.

“y-yes. it feels so good.” he says, breathlessly.

you give him a sweet kiss on the lips before returning to the fast pace you had on his dick.

finally, he gets to cum, releasing into your hand. as he did, he screamed your name, seeing how it made you react before.

he laughs. “i really should let you do this more often.” he says, still out of breath.

you laugh too, kissing him again.

“but, it’s just too easy to have you under me, screaming my name.”

you roll your eyes at him.

“what? you don’t believe me?” he says, taking on the look he usually does when he’s in control.

you stay quiet.

“cat got your tongue?” he teases. “this is more like it. acting all pathetic.”

he pushes you down onto the bed, roughly pulling your hips towards him. he pulls down your pants and starts to rub you through your underwear. he looks up at you.

“i’m gonna make you cum in my mouth over and over again, until you remember who’s in charge.”

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wanna play some volleyball? [karl jacobs x f!reader]

word count: 1,287

warnings: IMPLIED SMUT, boobs, lots of boobs, teasing, begging if you squint

summary: you’ve had a crush on karl for a while now, and you’re debating telling him. you’re playing volleyball with the dtqk boys, when karl slips and lands in your chest.

we arrived at the beach. i was excited to hang out with my friends who i usually only get to see online. to be honest, i was really excited to hang out with karl specifically. i love everyone here, but karl… i feel something more for him. i’ve been so scared to tell him, because as much as i’d love to believe he reciprocates those feelings, he’s just flirty with everyone. dream and sapnap have been trying to tell me it’s different, but it’s not like they’ve said he’s told them he liked me or anything like that.

today, i was willing to hear them out. maybe he does feel the same? but, out of fear, i just kind of kept acting the same around him. maybe later i’d confront him.

i had set up a towel near the boys, just laying down, enjoying the sound of the boys running around and bickering in the background. i had really found the people i feel most comfortable with.

eventually, karl breaks away from the boys to come sit next to me. i turn towards him, waiting to hear what he came over to say.

“you don’t want to come over with us?” he asks.

“don't worry i will. i was just enjoying the beach before you guys stress me out, having to stop you guys from killing each other..” i say jokingly.

karl chuckles.

after a minute, karl reaches over me to grab the sunscreen. his face is a little too close to my boobs for this to look normal. he reaches out, still not being able to grab it, so i quickly grab it for him. without moving from his position, he looks up at me and says ‘thanks’.

he always does this. doing something that works me up. maybe they’re right. i mean, who does this on accident?

dream interrupts the moment, “hey! you guys wanna play some volleyball?”

he says this while turning around, as well as the other boys, so i move away from karl, already walking towards the volleyball net. on one side of the net was george, sapnap, and quackity. on my side, i was teamed up with karl and dream.

after many rounds, we were all getting tired, karl especially. i could see him losing his balance, falling into the sand a couple times. sapnap, being his competitive self, spikes the ball over to our side. karl and i both dive for it, crashing into each other. for a moment, i sit in the sand. i process the feeling of someone’s weight on top of me, and hot breath on my.. on my boobs? i look down and see karl’s face is buried in my cleavage. i gasp and back away, getting up. all the boys are laughing at us, and my face feels like it’s on fire.

karl remains down in the sand, and his head looks up at me. something about that view turns me on a little.

“y/n… im sorry, i really didn’t mean to!”

“it’s fine.” i say while looking away, embarrassed.

he gets up, “no really-”

i decide this is the best way to confront him. to have the longfully dreaded conversation. i cut him off by whispering in his ear, “we can talk about it later, ok?”

when i pull away, i smile at him, so he knows i’m not mad or anything. but he looks flustered. after all these times he’s tried to tease me? it’s that easy to get him all worked up?

i look at him with a mocking look. i thought it was funny that he’s easily flustered. i guess i’ve just never really tried to tease him.

as we spent the rest of the day at the beach, i do a bunch of other things to get a reaction out of him. whenever i would hand something to him, i would look up at him with a smirk and he’d blush. when we all sat down together, i rested my hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his cock. he kept shifting his position in the sand.

when we were about to leave, he even tried to do the same. we both got in his car, since he gave me a ride here. he tried to tease me by putting his hand on my thigh like i had done to him. i felt a little nervous at first, but i mustered up the courage to put my hand over his and raise it higher on my thigh. he looked towards me for a second, before looking out at the road again.

“can you just drive us to your place?” i ask.

“w-what?” he questions, not expecting me to ask that.

“is it okay if i stay at your place?”

“oh- y-yeah sure.”

surprisingly, throughout the drive, karl left his hand on my thigh. even when he needed it to drive, he would just put back down on me when he was done.

we finally arrive at his house, and we both get off the car. i follow him inside, and go to his room. he follows after me, confused.

he looks at me sitting on his bed, and asks, “um, if you wanna stay here, i can stay-”

“karl,” i cut him off, “we need to talk.”

he looks down.

“oh. i’m really sorry about earlier- i swear it was an accident-”

“come here.”

he looks confused, but he walks towards the bed.

my hands glide up his arms. “don’t be sorry. i liked it. i just wasn’t expecting it.”

his eyes widen.

“i’ve been wanting to tell you that… i like you karl.”

he huffs. “I like you too. oh my god, i’ve been waiting to say that too.”

i smile. then i ask something because of the confidence i’ve just gained.

“do you want to continue where we left off?”

“what?” he asks, blushing.

“you know..” i pull him down, closer to me, “in the sand.”

he looks at me, then down at my cleavage. then, he goes in to kiss me. i smile into the kiss as i push his body close against mine. he sits on the bed too, in order to be even closer to me.

his lips travel down to my neck. leaving kisses and marks, but i didn’t mind. i would gladly have marks that were left by karl. my hand grips onto his hair and i move him down so he’s positioned in front of my boobs. his hands move to take off my top, but he looks up at me first, “can i?”

“yes” i answer.

he slips my top off, admiring my exposed boobs.

“like what you see?” i say trying to stay confident.

he only smirks and lays me down on his bed. he dives down kissing one of my nipples, while he massages the other with his hand. my hand goes back into his hair, tugging at it. he looks up at me innocently and i can feel myself growing wetter for him.

he moves his hand away from my other boob to palm himself through his jeans. his light moans get muffled as he keeps his mouth on my tit. but, i gently move his hand away from himself and he sits up.

“i can do that for you, you know.”

i move so that i’m in front of where he’s sitting. i pull his jeans down and see his length pushing against his boxers. my lips place kisses down his stomach, trailing closer, as he leans further back.

he groans. “please, y/n…”

i laugh a little, “i never took you as the type to beg.”

his hand runs through my hair softly, “only for you.”

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college party [dream x f!reader]

word count: 2,888

warnings: SMUT, fingering, oral play, characters in college

summary: your friend finally gets you to come to one of the college parties she goes to. in the midst of your nervousness, you spot a good looking blonde, who pops up once again during a game of seven minutes of heaven that you barely wanted to join.

a/n: i wrote this A WHILE ago, so idk how i feel about some of the dialogue

it was your first year at college, you had been rooming with another freshman, but she seemed to have made many friends already. you were shyer than you liked to admit, it took all of your courage to go to a college that was far away.

luckily, your roommate was friendly to you as well, and she became one of your good friends.

one night you were studying when your roommate came over and leaned on your desk.

“did you need something?” you ask, sarcastically.

“yeah, i need you to get ready for the party we’re going to.” she smiles innocently at you.

you stop what you’re doing. “excuse me?”

“you heard me, now c’mon let’s go!”

you make a disgusted face at her. you already knew those parties would probably be too much for you. i mean you’ve always wanted to go to one, but realistically, you wouldn’t like it.

“i’ll even let you borrow one of my dresses~” she taunted.

another thing you wanted to do was wear one of your roommate’s skimpy slip dresses. they always looked so good on her. and you would feel so hot wearing one of them.

you let out a long, very exaggerated sigh. “fine… i’ll go, but only cause your dresses are hot.”

she laughed and helped you both get ready as quick as you could.

before you left, you looked in the mirror, and you left with a new feeling of confidence.

your roommate took in your whole look. “holy shit y/n, you look hot.”

“i know.” you joked.

once you were at the party, all your confidence escaped you. you could feel people looking at you, and it made you feel self conscious.

you grabbed onto your roommate’s arm, making her look back at you.

“what wrong?” she asks.

“people are looking…” you mumble quietly, so only she can hear you.

she chuckles, “it’s cause you’re wearing one of my dresses.”

your hands stay gripped onto her arm nervously so she turns around to reassure you. “y/n, they’re looking at you cause you’re hot as fuck right now. you should just enjoy the party.”

you exhale and let go of her. “okay..”

“do you want a drink?” she asks.

you hesitate, but say yes, just because you know it’ll help you relax. you didn’t end up drinking anything more than a couple cups of beer anyway.

after following your roommate around for a bit, you wander off just observing everyone else. some people played beer pong, some were making out, some looked shit-faced drunk, some were just talking, and some were climbing around on furniture.

one guy caught your eye. he just leaned against a wall with his drink while people kept coming up to talk to him. he must be popular. there was a moment when he wasn’t talking to anyone, so you took the opportunity to take in all his features. he looked pretty tall with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. just the way he talked to people emanated confidence.

you finally realized how long you’ve been staring when he looks up in your direction, making eye contact with you. you immediately look away and your face becomes flushed from embarrassment. now he probably thinks you’re just another girl who likes him because he’s a popular, pretty boy. by the time you dare to look up again, the spot he was once in, is now empty of his presence, and you think to yourself if he left because you were staring.

before you could keep worrying about what this random guy thinks of you, your roommate comes over, shaking you in her arms with excitement.

“y/n, c’mon! they’re gonna play seven minutes in heaven, we have to play!” she says loudly at you.

“hell no, i’m not playing.” you blurt out.

“what? please, please, please! what if you get someone good?” she continues shaking you.

“are you crazy? i don’t even go to parties! why would i-“

she interrupts, “i’ll pay you 100 bucks!”

you cross your arms in response, still not wanting to participate in such an embarrassing game.

she sighs, “…and i’ll do your homework for the next week.”

“damn, really?”

“is that a yes?” she perks up again.

you frown and nod, letting her drag you over to circle of other students, sitting on the floor.

you take a seat in between your roommate and some random dude. you sit in a way so that your dress is still covering you.

you try not to look at anyone, your eyes focused on the bottle everytime it was someone’s turn to spin it. you dread everytime it spins, just repeating in your head over and over for it not to land on you.

each time a pair walked into the closet, they’d come out looking messier. new people were switching into the circle to replace those who had already gone. it came to be your roommate’s turn and you got very nervous, knowing they’d make you go next.

you look at your roommate as she smiles at you before going into the closet, and you stare at the door as the minutes pass, thinking about how you’d be stuck in there next, with someone you didn’t even know. you were so into your thoughts that you got startled when you feel someone’s shoulder brush against yours. you jump a little and your head quickly turns around.

the blonde guy from earlier replaced your roommate in the circle. he was looking at you with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

“did i scare you?” he purposely rests his arm further forward so that he can lean closer to you.

you didn’t want to inflate this guy’s clearly already big ego, so you try your best not to act super shy.

“well you did kinda come out of nowhere.” you say, not even looking at him.

“sorry, i-“ before he can continue, someone interrupts him.

“hey, it’s your turn to spin.” they say, looking at you.

your jaw tenses as you try your best to look confident while spinning the bottle while everyone in the circle looks at you. you feel your heart beating fast in your chest as the bottle slows down, and of course it had to land on this blonde dude. you sigh quietly, and stand up, now you towered over him where he sat. you crossed your arms under your tits and finally look down to meet his eyes.

“are you coming?” you ask him, trying to keep your voice steady.

he stands up, showing how much taller he really is as he looks down, directly into your eyes.

you turn around to walk to the closet because you didn’t want him to see you blushing from the prolonged eye contact. you walk into the closet, it’s small, but a little bigger than you thought. the blonde followed you in and closed the door.

“finally, i get you alone.” he says, looking at you.

“what?” you ask, still trying to avoid looking at him.

“you know… i’ve seen you on campus. we even have a class together, but i definitely didn’t take you as the type to come to a party.”

you try to remember what class you have together, but you can’t, and now you feel kind of bad that you never noticed him. you didn’t say anything back, so he talks again.

“i don’t bite, you know.”

you hate yourself for still saying nothing at all, but you had no idea what to say.

“hey, are you okay? you won’t even look at me.”

he walks toward you, and you don’t back away. he lifts your chin with his fingers so you can finally look at him in return.

“sorry…” you exhale.

he smiles at you. “don’t apologize. what’s your name?” he says, moving his hand to cup your cheek.

“y/n.” you answer. “what’s yours?” you ask, trying not to go silent again.

“you can call me dream.”

“what is that? like a pick up line?” you ask, joking.

he chuckles, “no, just a nickname.”

you guys talk for a little, the tension finally diffusing. you felt more comfortable around him now. it surprised you that he didn’t try going any further with you, considering he seemed like every other popular jerk. but from the past few minutes, he seemed like a genuinely kind, and definitely hot guy.

the way he looked at you while you talked gave you butterflies and it gave you a sudden burst of confidence, so you ask him, “hey, you wanna use the rest of the time to actually play seven minutes in heaven?”

“oh?” he smirked, grabbing your waist and pinning you against the closet wall. he quickly checks his phone before he continues. then he frowns.

“we only have a minute left.” he says.

“everyone’s gonna notice that we didn’t do anything…” you say, since neither of you look sloppy.

he thinks for a few seconds.

“here…” he says before he ruffles your hair a little and smudges your lip gloss with his thumb. then he wipes it onto his own lips.

“no one will ever know.” he smiles reassuringly at you.

he turns around, preparing to exit the small space, but you grab his arm. “wait!” you say desperately. he looks back at you curiously.

“i still wanna…”

he tilts his head, waiting for you to finish.

“you know… do something.. with you.” you say hesitantly.

he smiles, his arms slinking around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“are you sure?” he asks.

“yeah.” you respond, nodding at him.

he leans in close to your face, then turns his head so he can whisper in your ear. “this house is mine. i’ll kick everyone out just for you, y/n.”

the position you guys were in gave you shivers.

you’re shocked that a college student could ever afford a nice house like this. before you could respond, someone opens the closet door, obviously overreacting about the position they caught you in. and now you guys looked the part thanks to dream.

you look at the person in annoyance. they back off, once again joining the circle to continue playing.

“do you really want me to?” dream suddenly whispers from behind you.

“what?” you ask without turning around.

“to kick everyone out?” he says, and you can tell he’s closer to you as you can feel the warmth coming off from his body onto yours.

you just nod, nervous of what’s to come when he does.

you lean against the wall near the closet, completely zoned out as dream tries to get everyone out. you’re still processing what just happened in that closet as dream comes back up to you.

“hey.” he sighs, finally relieved with the new emptiness of his house. his hands trail up the sides of your arms, wrapping around you.

you don’t know what possesses you, but you slam your lips against his, kissing him desperately and you can feel his body flinch from the impact and shock. but he soon returns your energy, both of you touching each other and running your hands through each other’s hair very sloppily.

he uses his body to push you against the wall, your lips barely disconnecting in the process. dream uses his leg in between your thighs to grind against you, and you break the kiss in a gasp and moan quietly. he sighs with a smile before leaning in to kiss you again. you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you.

eventually, you both had to pull away to catch your breath, but you felt bare, lacking his body against yours.

his eyes are looking lower, so you follow his gaze curiously. you see that he’s looking at the bottom of your dress that had drifted upwards, revealing your underwear slightly. your face flushes red and you instinctively try to pull the dress down, but his hands move faster, pulling it even further up. he slows his hands, pulling it slowly up your stomach. he looks back down at you while he does this, and you smile at him to signal for him to continue. your breathing picks up as his hands travel up your body, before he finally takes off your dress, dropping it and kissing you roughly again. his voice sounds a bit raspy as he speaks, "let's go to the couch."

you nod breathlessly. you look up at him again as he guides you to his couch, laying you down. your legs twitch for a moment, already needy for him, but you try to keep them still. he notices and chuckles a little.

"do you want me to touch you?" he asks, trying to keep his hands away from you to tease you. his lips look slightly wet from licking them a little, and he looks like he’s just begging to touch you, but he keeps himself away, still waiting for your answer.

"yes.. please." you answer, moaning in between a little just to get a reaction out of him. "i do." you say slowly, as he sits on the couch, leaning down to kiss you. he holds your hands out as he leans on you, kissing them slightly, kissing up your arms, kissing your neck, and kissing down your chest. you giggle as he keeps trailing his lips down.

he takes off your bra and massages one of your breasts as he moves his face over the other. your fingers move to his hair as he uses his mouth on your nipple, biting and sucking on it. you throw your head back, enjoying the feeling.

he grinds against your thigh, trying to create a friction for himself. he closes his eyes, and lifts his mouth, pushing your breasts together. both of you were breathing heavy at this point, the lust being obvious. you start to feel warm down there. you haven't felt this horny in a while.

his hand lowers and slightly brushes against your area. he smiles, feeling how wet you were for him.

"here," he says, bringing his hand to your mouth, holding two of his fingers out, "suck on them."

your eyes widen at his request, and you hesitate at first. it takes you a second, but you part your lips, bringing his fingers into your mouth. your lips feel wet around his fingers. you were unsure of what to do at first, but you trust yourself, swirling your tongue around.

he takes his fingers out, and your spit is spread around your mouth. he uses his other hand to wipe it off, placing a kiss on your wet lips.

he hooks one of his fingers with his dry hand into the waistline of your underwear. "take them off."

you slide them off, tossing them to the side. he kisses you again, before you feel his wet fingers push inside of you. you moan into his mouth. he breaks the kiss to hear your moans. you feel embarrassed though, you bite your lip to try and hold them in.

he changes his pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you with a quick speed now. then, he leans down to your ear to whisper, "tell me how it feels." he kisses your neck while he waits for you to answer, knowing your moans would have to escape while you try to speak.

"feels.. ah- so good" you answer, your moans finally slipping out.

he keeps that same fast pace, never slowing down.

you grind your hips up as you moan, chasing that release.

"does that feel good? fucking my fingers like that?" he murmurs.

"yes." you breathe out. you start to feel a slight squeeze in your neck as he bites down a little.

your breathing becomes completely erratic and your moans turn into whimpers as you cum on his fingers.

his bites on your neck turn into gentle kisses on your jaw as you slowly recover yourself.

he finally takes his fingers out and licks them clean. he holds your jaw, making sure you see him do this.

“alright, let’s get you cleaned up.” he says, getting up.

“but..”

he turns around and waits for you to speak.

“you’re still hard.” you say, sliding your hand over his clear bulge through his pants.

his breath hitches. “don’t worry. you look tired.”

that’s when you realize your legs are trembling a little. you’re confused as you why you didn’t notice, but you see that he has a point. but still, you pout at him since you don’t want to leave him unsatisfied.

“hey, there’s always tomorrow.”

you smile at him, surprised that he wants to see you again after this.

he helps you clean up and find your clothes. you guys say goodbye, but he reassures you that he definitely wants to see you again. and with that, he drives you back to the dorms and you kiss him a bunch before finally getting out of his car and returning to your dorm with a huge smile. you open your door and your roommate is sitting on her side of the room with her arms crossed.

“where have you been young lady?” she asks with a fake serious face.

you roll your eyes and sit down next to her to explain the crazy night you had.

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Strip Chess [gnf x f!reader]

word count: 2,564

warnings: handjob, blowjob, boobs, cum, the L word

summary: george comes over because you’re bored. you guys decide to add a twist to your game of chess that leaves you both shirtless.

“Y/N!” i jump a little, finally paying attention to the fact that i’m still in a call with george.

“sorry, what were you saying?”

he laughs, “i wasn’t saying anything, i just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”

“and i was..”

“not” he finishes.

“i’m sorry george, i’m just really bored today.”

“well, i could come over?” george suggests.

i smirk, even though george can’t see it.

“oh, you wanna come over george?”

“well- i- only if you want- since you’re bored-“ he stutters out.

i smile to myself. he’s doing it again. it seems that something about me makes him nervous, he never gets this flustered around anyone else.

but, it wasn’t a very well hidden secret that he liked me. everytime i came over to their house, dream and sapnap would nudge george at every one of our interactions. i guess they think i never notice all their little antics, but i can always see them in the corner of my eye, making kissy faces at george or pointing me out to him.

my eyes focus back on my computer screen, and i realize i’m about to start zoning out again.

“you know, you don’t need to be so nervous around me george.”

he doesn’t say anything.

“i’d love for you to come over.”

he agrees and leaves the call to get ready.

(third person pov)

zoning out into her thoughts again, y/n lays on her bed thinking about george, waiting for him to get here. intrusive thoughts kicked in, slowly escalating as the minutes past. at some point, her thoughts became about what george’s face would look like with his cock in her mouth.

she felt a little guilty, having thoughts like this about one of her best friends, but it wouldn’t even be the first time. unconsciously, her hand softly grazes her thigh, her eyes closed, imagining it’s george’s hand.

keeping her eyes closed, she begins to lightly rub her clit through the layers of clothing. the lightness of her fingers remind her of george and the way he handles everything with a weirdly delicate grip.

her phone dings and she finally opens her eyes to see it’s a text from george.

‘i’m here’

“fuck, of course you get here right now..” she whispers to herself, and gets up to open the door for him.

when she opens the door, george immediately gives her a weird look. he can see her face is clearly flushed.

“what?” y/n asks.

“why’s your face all red?” he asks, a light blush appearing on his face too. he liked they way she looked right now.

y/n grins. “why do you think, george?” she asks, tilting her head towards him.

“i- wha- i don’t know! i asked you.” he stutters, defensive and nervous.

y/n chuckles and moves aside so he can enter. “come in.”

after george settles in, they sat on the floor in the living room. george never understood why she preferred sitting on the floor rather than her sofa.

y/n sat extremely close to george as they talked. she was horny instead of bored now, which was quite inconvenient for the situation.

george sat stiffly, afraid to touch her anywhere inappropriately. but he still watched her as she talked, trying to keep eye contact, but constantly getting distracted by whichever part of her body was closest to him in that moment.

soon enough, that part became her breasts as she arched her back and leaned towards him. her horny state made her bolder than usual and george could hear her mumble something under her breath.

“oh my god, please touch my chest.”

“what?” george asked kind of loudly as his face turned red.

she was surprised he heard her at all, considering she said it pretty quietly. she tried to play it off saying, “i said let’s play chess” and giving george a sweet smile. she seemed so confident about it, that he’s almost completely convinced that his brain made up the last thing he heard.

she finishes setting up the chess board, and they start playing. george proves to be a lot better than y/n, beating her a whole four times in a row.

y/n sighs as george sets the pieces back into place for a fifth game.

“okay.. maybe if we raise the stakes, i’ll be motivated to win.” she says, tilting her head to the side as she thinks.

george puts down the last piece and looks up at her. “well what should we raise it to?” he asks.

she looks up, staring directly into his eyes. the sinister smile on her face makes him nervous.

“let’s make it like strip poker,” she pauses before adding, “only if you’re down, of course.”

george looks down, trying to hide the blush on his face. “yeah, okay. let’s do it.”

this time, y/n tried her best to focus on each move, thinking about what his next move might be, and what moves she could make to prevent it. unfortunately, it was useless because he beats her again.

“ha! i win!” george exclaims with a stupid smile. but he quickly looks up to see y/n’s smile and he remembers what she has to do.

usually she would sort of cheat in these kinds of games, starting with socks or accessories. but since they were settled down in her home, she had less options.

she slips her sweatshirt off, her chest only covered with a bra now. she looks at george to see him staring at her cleavage that peeks out, and he quickly looks away. she feels her skin gets goosebumps from the cool air that now hit her bare skin.

they start the next round of chess. this time, george taking a longer time on his turns. he was trying so hard to focus on what moves he should do next, but it was hard for him to think without remembering that y/n sat across from him, in just a bra.

despite being distracted, george still won this round, meaning y/n would have to strip again.

she hesitates for a moment, thinking about whether she should just take her pants off next, or if she should take off her bra next just to mess with george even more.

her horniness takes over, and she decides it’ll just be funner to take her bra off. as soon as she reaches back for the clips in the back, george’s eyes widen. they make eye contact as she undoes her bra, pulling it down her shoulders slowly to reveal her breasts.

george tried desperately not look down from her eyes, but when he did catch glances, he felt himself tensing up and getting horny. soon enough, his dick grew hard in his sweats as he watches her set the pieces up again for the next round.

“are you okay george? your face is really red..” y/n teases, with an obviously fake concern in her voice.

“yeah” is all he can say in return.

this round was even slower than the last. every other turn george took she’d have to call his name because of how long he was taking. he just couldn’t think straight at all, his thoughts were just completely full of images of her, and to think she was still just right there.

on one of her turns, george notices she’s smiling and realizes it’s because she finally just beat him. his eyes widen, not even realizing he was losing.

“finally, oh my god.” she sighs.

she shifts a little from where she’s sitting on the floor, a smirk plastered on her face, and her eyes trained on george. her gaze made him shiver a little, he was nervous, but at the same time, he was excited.

thinking about the fact that y/n was patiently awaiting for him to take off his shirt while she watched him turned him on even more, another blush appearing on his face.

so he takes off his shirt, finally revealing his always hidden figure to y/n.

“holy fuck..” she mumbles as her eyes trail down his torso. he chuckles, feeling flattered by her reaction.

this game was torturing them, slowly making them both hornier and hornier. in y/n’s mind, she could only take one more game, but after that, how could she resist?

yet again they start another round, this time y/n was anxious to see the end of it, her leg bouncing up and down unconsciously. the movement also caused a tiny bit of friction between her legs, so she couldn’t bring herself to stop. despite their new lack of clothes, their bodies both felt warm now.

another round of basically edging is over and george is once again the winner. he scoffs happily, waiting for y/n to strip off another piece of clothing.

“fuck this, just take it all off.” she pushes the chess board off to the side, knocking down a lot of the pieces in the process. george flinches a little at the sound, then looks back at y/n as she quickly scoots towards him.

his hands keep to his sides and his face turns beet red as she straddles him, her arms resting on his shoulders, and her hands in his hair.

she shifts a little, wanting to feel the exact imprint of his hard dick against her. a muffled moan comes from george and she looks at him, a little surprised, since she hadn’t really moved that much.

he sees her facial expression and feels the need to explain. “i haven’t done anything like this in a long time..” he says while looking away from her eyes.

“oh. do you not want to do this then?” she asks while moving her head to try and meet his eyes with hers again.

“no! i want to.. please.” he whines.

she chuckles. “well if you insist, george” she says while starting to grind her hips against him.

she starts to place kisses on the side of his neck, slowly moving down to search for any sensitive spots. when he groans as she softly bites a spot near his collarbone, she knows she found one. her lips focus on that area as she continues grinding on his lap. their chests making skin to skin contact as they’re pressed together, still sitting on the floor.

“you can touch me george..” she says by his ear, causing him to get goosebumps. without responding, he lifts his hands to her waist and rests them there lightly. she can feel how stiff he is and pulls back to look at him. he just looks up at her like a clueless puppy and she instantly melts inside.

“like this?” he tilts his head a little as he asks. she smiles sweetly and nods. “you can.. keep going though.” she places her hands around his wrists to slowly slide them higher on her waist. “the more your hands touch me, george,” she slides his hands towards the underside of her boobs, “the hornier i get.”

with that, he takes control and finishes the movement, carefully cupping her breasts in his hands. she allows her hands to slip off his wrists, and places them down by his sides while she leans closer into his touch. his grip is delicate just like she remembered of how he handled everything else. he takes one of her nipples in his fingers and starts playing with it, making her moan.

as george experiments with her sensitive breasts, y/n reaches down into his pants and rubs him over his sweats. he moans a little louder than she expected him to and he bucks up into her hand. she feels him tense up, but before he can try to apologize or express shame, she kisses him lovingly. their lips slowly separate as she pulls away but she speaks with her lips still hovering over his.

“sit on the couch.” she sighs out. he immediately follows her orders, lifting himself up onto her couch.

she trails her arms up his legs, stopping right at the waistline of his sweats. his breath hitches as he watches her hands pull them down, going quickly as she’s been waiting for this. his boxers go down with his sweats, and his hard dick pops out. she immediately holds it in both her hands, placing a kiss on his tip.

“george, can i be honest.”

she doesn’t hear him answer at first, but when she looks up, he’s nodding helplessly. she smiles, “i’ve thought about you like this before …so many times.”

his eyes slowly scan her face, and he sees how genuine she’s being. his pupils are dilated because he’s horny, desperate, and in love all at once. this moment is giving him the biggest urge to just tell her that he loves her, but he knows she’d think it’s too soon.

she leaves another peck at his tip, but then moves down to take him into her mouth. his eyes shut and his jaw tightens.

he tries to say something, to praise her, anything, but nothing is coming out except small groans. “i-“ he starts, but he’s cut off by his own moan as she speeds up.

she moves her hand to rest on one of his. eventually, he reaches a point of lightly bucking up into her mouth. she lifts her mouth off, swirling her tongue around his tip since he was so aroused now. his body unintentionally trembles and she smiles before placing kisses down from his tip to the base.

she was being so gentle and loving with him and he could cum from just that fact. he intertwines his fingers with hers that she rested on his earlier. she decides to focus on him and worry about her hormones later.

“do you know why i was so red when i answered the door?” she asks, smiling to herself.

he gulps as she continues, “i was thinking about you.”

she sees his dick twitch at her words. she laughs lightly and grips him a little tighter.

“y/n?”

she pauses and looks up at him, waiting for him to speak. it would be the first thing he’s said in a while.

“i..”

he’s fighting himself to try and stop himself from saying whatever it is. he pressed his lips together, still thinking about it. she squeezes their intertwined hands, and it encourages him to spit it out.

“i love you.”

he knows it was too soon. he already loved her as a friend, and even as more, but he was just learning about her feelings. he was already beating himself up inside. but he’s forced to stop when he sees her with the biggest smile he’s ever seen on her face.

his eyes widen when she starts jerking him off again.

“i love you too, george.” she says through a smile, before kissing his tip again. and that’s what does it for him. george’s body convulses once more as he reaches his climax. without warning, his cum lands on her face, causing her to flinch. he gasps and immediately goes to wipe it off.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.”

she laughs. he wipes her lips and right after, she leans up and kisses him.

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