#f: dsmp | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

give-me-a-breakk · 1 year

Text

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.

439 notes · View notes

give-me-a-breakk · 1 year

Text

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.

525 notes · View notes