!Smut Warning!
Degrading Kink
Choking Kink

*BOTTOM DREAM*

Read if you want. But I don't want to see you complaining in the comments about top George, please. Just move on if you don't like it. People do not have to fit the exact stereotypes of top and bottom. I hate when fics have cookie-cutter top and bottoms when it comes to these things. I wanted to mix it up and have had this idea for a while.

Also please do not hate on anyone in my comment section, especially if they enjoy bottom Dream.

But! Please enjoy if you continue to read! I love y'all and every single one of you are allowed to have preference. Just don't make fun of each other because of them :D

"Dream~" George cooed as he opened the door to his and Dream's apartment. Dream hadn't been feeling well all day and had spent the day resting. George had gone to run some errands leaving a sleepy and intoxicated like Dream left at home. He had been needy and whiny all morning, and George was a little too into that. Hence him leaving for the rest of the day before he did something stupid.

It wasn't that George wasn't comfortable with Dream, no they had been dating for nearly four months now. But the idea of Dream being like that was foreign to George. Not once had Dream ever been like that toward George. And George couldn't help but wonder if it was genuine.

"Oh George, your home." Dream looked a little better. Though his eyes were still dazed and he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes as he tried to wake himself up.

"You feeling better?" Dream nodded slowly. "Good, I brought some medicine," George walked over to their kitchen and got out the little bottle he had purchased before coming home. Dream tiredly walked over to join the boy at the kitchen island. "Here drink this."

"I don't need it." Dream said back, George rolled his eyes.

"Then how do you expect to get better, Dream?" Dream just stared into George's eyes, he tugged on the brunette's shirt hem. Trying to pull him a little closer as a smirk formed on the blond man's lips.

"I just want you." Dream whispered, a whiny edge lathering his words. George gulped, this side of Dream was new. This horny, begging, man was not the same one that George knew. Dream was known in their relationship as the one who would ravish the other, not once had he ever hinted toward this.

"What?"

"All day I was left to my own mind, George. And no matter how hard I tried to push down the feelings, I just couldn't stop. My mind would wander..." Dream guided George's hand's onto the blond's hips. "All day I thought about the things I would let you do to me." Dream whimpered. And George broke, it was such a pleasant sound that tumbled from his lips. George groaned at how good that little whimper made him feel.

"How I would let you touch me and fuck me." Dream was breathless. George loved this side of Dream. He didn't care that his voice was a little more nasally than before because it only added to the little whines that would escape Dream's lips.

"Please, please fuck me, George." Dream pushed himself against George. He begged and begged, wrapping his warm hands around George's neck lazily. "Fuck me. I want you inside of me, please. I can't stop imagining it. How good it would feel."

Dream was ruined. His confident and cool demeanor was completely gone as he begged for the boy he usually topped to fuck him senseless.

Then Dream caught the way George's smile turned devilish. George gripped the blond's hips a little tighter, slipping his thumbs beneath the hem of his shirt so he could feel his skin. His beautiful sun-kissed, smooth, and speckled with freckles skin. George moved his lips closer to Dream's, his barely ghosting over the blond's as he spoke.

"I can do that, baby. I can fuck you. Though, only if you beg for me." Dream had gone so long always being on top. Never, not once had he ever had these urges. But once they struck him, he couldn't help it. He couldn't take the feeling anymore, he needed this. He ached for it. And Dream wasn't sure if it was his slight cold that had him feeling this foreign feeling or if it had just gone too long without notice.

Had Dream always wanted this?

George kissed Dream hard, his lips moving against the other male's with a passion that Dream had never seen in him before. It started a fire within him. He easily submitted to George, letting his body relax as George pushed Dream's back against the island. Dream bucked his hips a little further toward George, earning a whiny moan in response from the blond.

"God you are such a slut for me arent you?" George grinned into Dream's lips. The words caused a moan to slip from Dream's lips.

Dream tried to push himself further toward George, Dream's hard-on already painful as he kissed George harder. "So pathetic, watching you squirm underneath me. You want me, Dream?" Dream couldn't help it, he was grinding his hips on the other. Sloppy moans falling from his mouth.

"God- Y-yes. Please."

"So polite aren't you, baby? You really want me that bad, don't you?" God, Dream loved it when he used pet names for him. Because hearing his soft yet hungry British accent praise Dream was something that Dream never knew he needed. Hearing him say baby under his breath like it was nothing was too satisfactory for Dream not to praise George like he was a religion himself.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Jesus, George! You know that already!" Dream said, his eyes meeting George's. The forestry greens in his eyes showed a determination that George wasn't surprised to find. These types of actions weren't uncommon to find with Dream, except this time: George wasn't going to tolerate his anger.

George clenched his teeth and wrapped a vicious hand around Dream's neck. Pressing a little harder when Dream moaned in surprise. "Apologize." George ordered. Dream loved the feeling of this, a little too much, enough that he held out on his apology just so George could tighten his grip a little more.

"I said apologize dammit."

"I-I'm sorry," George grinned, he released his hand.

"Good boy." George kissed along Dream's jawline. Then down his neck, until he found the same spot that he would tenderly kiss all the time. Except for this time, he nipped down on it which only made Dream yelp in response.

"More, please." Dream begged.

"Such a whore, aren't you? Be patient, baby..." George pulled away just for a moment and searched Dream's eyes. Searching for an ounce of doubt, but Dream's eyes were nearly black from the stimulation. His eyes dilated so much you could barely even see that they were green. "Now, what's our safe word baby?"

"Red."

"Good, baby. You tell me to stop or slow down I'll do it. Okay? Don't be scared to tell me no, understood?" Dream nodded.

"Say it out loud."

"Okay. I understand." George kissed Dream again, rough and quickly paced. Dream's lips growing plump and swollen as he kept going. Dream never wanted him to stop, he wanted him to feel him and touch him. God, it all felt so good, it felt so amazing to be beneath George's gaze.

George pulled away, just for a moment. He grabbed Dream's wrist and dragged him toward the bedroom. He threw him down onto the bed before crawling over him. George slipped off Dream's and his own shirts. George kissed down Dream's chest and his stomach. Grinning when Dream writhed as George kissed his abdomen tenderly.

George slipped off Dream's pants as he continued to kiss him. Palming Dream through his boxers.

"Angh~ George, please." Dream rolled his hips achingly, he wanted him to go further, harder.

"Such a little whore for me. You look so pretty when you beg..."

"Fuck me please,"

"Such a slut," George grinned but did as Dream requested. George stripped himself of his pants and grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer. He lubed his fingers, despite how eager Dream was, George knew what it felt like to be fucked without prep. Especially since this was Dream's first time bottoming out.

"Are you ready?" George asked, Dream's legs were spread in front of him, Dream was flushed red with his frustration. He needed George and that was so pleasing for George to know.

"Ready." Dream's voice was barely even able to come out clearly with how flustered he was. He was so incredibly wrecked from all the teasing George had decided to use against him.

George inserted a finger. And it felt as if all the tension had been so worth it, the feeling of just a finger inside of him made Dream fall apart. His head fell back even further into the comforter, it felt so good to relieve the amount of tension that they had created.

"Fuck yes." Dream had never experienced this feeling before. He had no way of describing it. It just felt good. It felt like something he had needed for such a long time. And when George added another finger it felt even better. Sure, being stretched out was a little different, and it was paired with a slight sting but God did it feel good.

"Fuckfuckfuck- ah~" Dream was moaning when George added a third. "George I need you, please." George only grinned.

George leaned down and kissed Dream hard. "I love you, baby, you know that?"

"I do. I love you." George lubed himself up. He had topped before, this wasn't new to him but for Dream? He had to pace himself, he had to be sure that he could stop if he needed to. This was all new to Dream.

George pushed himself inside of Dream, and he couldn't stop the low groan that erupted from deep in his throat when he felt just how tight Dream was. "Tell me when, Dream."

Dream was gripping the bedsheets, wrinkling them as he squeezed them tighter. His eyes snapped shut in pain as he tried to catch his heavy breath.

"Move. Please. Make me cum."

"Oh baby, you have no idea how good this will feel." George started off slow, evenly paced thrusts as he let Dream grow used to the feeling. And soon enough, Dream was whining and moaning. George threw Dream's legs over his shoulders and rammed into him faster.

Dream couldn't help it, he was screaming. His words were hardly even able to be understood as he begged for George to go faster. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head, he arched his back, a coat of sweat clinging to their skin.

Sluttish moans were all that could be heard through the apartment and it was all so good. It was music to George's ears hearing Dream scream for him.

"I- George-" He couldn't speak, even George's name was hardly coherent. But George knew, he knew what was coming.

"Me too, baby, me too." And with only a few more thrusts they came. Cum covered Dream's stomach and chest. Dream was panting still muttering sloppy praises as he tried to catch his breath. It was even better than Dream had imagined.

George reached over to grab wipes from the bedside and wiped Dream's chest clean. He fell to his side and pulled Dream close. George's chin resting comfortably on Dream's head, the scent of Dream's shampoo filling his nose.

"Do you feel better?" George asked.

A sleepy giggle responded, "Of course. Besides, sex is always the best medicine, right?"

George smiled and hooked his arms around the blond. "Well, obviously."