Handcuffs - Dream x fem!oc

EIGHT - monetized

CW: smut (smut chapters will have a '-' instead of a '~' in the chapter name) 

After the shower incident, Clay had toned down his behaviour, but the tension was still very much there. We had another 12 hours left, and it was 11 pm. The filming crew already left, and Clay and I were watching a movie. It was a stupid movie, but what made it more interesting is Clay putting his hand on my thigh. I looked toward him, and his eyes were focused on the screen, but I could see him holding back a smirk. 

I fucking hate he's attractive and I let him do this.

"Hmm?" He said, the smirk now evident on his face. Fuck, I said that out loud.

"Hmm?" I said back, trying to act as nothing happened.

"I'm attractive, and you let me do what?" Annoyance bubbling inside of me.

"Shut up," but of course, he didn't. He kept pushing. 

"No I want to know, you'd let me do what?" I ignored him, only for him to move closer to me and whisper in my ear, "you'd let me do what, princess?"

Fuck, that was hot. I could feel the blush creeping onto my skin as the hair in my neck stood straight up. But I was still ignoring him, trying to act unbothered.

He continued whispering, "would you let me kiss you? Would you let me push you against a wall? Would you let me touch you? Would you let me fuck you? Tie you up and blindfold you? Would you let me cum inside your mouth? Would you let me cum inside you?"

I let out a shaky breath, my fantasies running wild. This asshole has a way to get into my head, but right now, I don't mind it. Why is my brothers best friend so fucking hot.

"Say it, princess, what would you let me do?"

"Ye-es," was all I could come up with, totally star struck by all of his words. He let out a chuckle.

"Yes? That's all you have to say? To which question was the answer yes?" His hot breath against my skin was driving me crazy, his whispers in my ear were driving me crazy, he was driving me crazy.

"To- to all of the-m," I stuttered out. I could feel him smirk against my skin. 

"Can I kiss you then?" I nodded my head, blocking out all my senses to say no to this man who I so much dislike. There were cameras here, people watching, this was my brother best friend, and I hated him, but still, all I wanted was him. 

And, he kissed me. At first, it was a soft kiss, but it soon turned into a passionate, desperate kiss. Both of us carving into the craving we have for each other and letting our desires take over. Before long I reposition myself from next to him. I throw my left leg over his lap, straddling him now. One of his hands is on my hip, while the other is on my face. One hand of me is in his hair while the other is on top of his hand on my hip, where our handcuffs are. I pushed into him, deepening our kiss, lightly grinding on his lap. He let out a low groan in my mouth. His tongue taking dominance and me getting more confident with the grinding on his lap. 

He detached our mouth, only to latch onto my neck a few moments after. Licking, biting and sucking in multiple different places. I was letting out small moans and whimpers from pleasure. I pulled on his hair, earning a groan from him. I could feel him getting harder and harder underneath me, and I smiled at the sensation. I did that.

I let my hand which was previously in his hair travel down and go under his shirt, exploring every inch of those abs I've been thirsting over. I was trying to get his shirt off but failing. He detached from my neck and took off his shirt.

"God I've been thinking about this," I said, latching onto his bare chest. Letting my free hand and my mouth explore it. Licking every crevis of his chiselled abs, sucking in a few sensitive spots, earning some moans from Clay.