MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

WWJD- Dreamnotfound 💋

CW: thigh riding, blow job, youth group, religious themes (but it's pretty chill)

Plot: George and Dream are at youth group and "need to go to the bathroom" half way through

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George's  POV.

I walk into the crowded basketball hall, the voices of other youths echoing around the hard wood floored room. I look around to see if I can find anyone I recognise and see Dream and Sapnap leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room. Quickly walking over I stand next to Dream, leaning into him slight and wrapping myself around his arm.

I hear a chuckle so I look up and see Dream looking down at me and he kisses me on the forehead. "You guys are disgusting," Sapnap says from the other side of the blonde male.

"Like you and Karl are any better," I retort, poking my tongue out at him.

"Speaking of, I wish Karl was here," Sapnap says with a pout, folding his arms and flopping against the exposed brick wall.

"Yeah, so you could kiss him," Dream points out teasingly.

"Yeah, at least I'd have someone to be like in love with, Jesus," Sapnap says just as the youth leader starts to speak.

"Hey, everyone, and welcome to youth group!" A taller man with dark brown curly hair says. He sounds enthusiastic, but his face looks as bored as anything. "Today we're going to do bible study in groups and then we'll finish up with some snacks and games,"
He finishes, clapping his hands together.

He directs us into age groups and sits us down in circles and hands out bibles to every second person. I sit next to Dream and we share while Sapnap is stuck with someone we aren't as close with. "Okay, guys, today we're going to talk about the mistranslations and misinterpretations that are often found within the bible," a blonde haired man says as he sits down, his hair is around shoulder length. "Oh, and my name's Phil, but a lot of people call me Philza or Dadza,"

We begin looking through the bible, going through the different verses and sections and the problems with them. As Dream flips through the bible in front of us as Philza talks, I catch a glimpse of his 'What Would Jesus Do,' bracelet and feel my face heat up at the memories that follow.

A large hands wraps around my throat, constricting my blood flow to my head, making the blood go south. I gasp at the feeling and look down to see a bright orange rubber bracelet that says 'WWJD' on it. The meaning of the words making me smirk with an open mouth as he tightens his grip.

He thrusts into me at a brutal pace making me whine and moan as he fucks me senseless. He dips his head down to my shoulder and bites and sucks it, making it in dark mulberry.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he whispers in my ear before moving his hand down to my untouched cock. He slowly moves his hand up and down making my body shake befor—

That's enough of that. Don't need to spring a boner in the middle of fucking bible studies.

I continue to attempt to blink away the memories and the day dreams of Dream and I, and I try to focus on what Philza is saying, I really do— but it's just so fucking hard when Dream is so much of an oxymoron.

Let me explain. He's the son of one of the more influential people within the church we go to and his mother often asked to give her points and her views. So naturally, Dream is very involved in the church, with planning activities and collecting donations and often partaking in discussions. Helping old ladies to their pews and taking care of fussy children when their parents want to partake in lessons. He's also an amazingly kind and caring boyfriend. Our church is one of the few that accepts homosexuality and the correct translations of the bible and so his parents and everyone are very open to the two of us. Dream is kind and caring and patient and will often hold my hand during services, or wrap his arm around my shoulder. Standing behind me and hugging into my waist, burying his face into the crook of my neck as we talk to other members of our church.