Handcuffs - Dream x fem!oc

TWELVE - make me

CW: smut

After we ate them we cuddled up on the sofa, still watching the movie, slowly falling asleep in a nice nap.

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I awake, but still curled up into Clay's warmth. His arm was around me and my head laid on his chest, our legs intertwined. I was kind of laying on top of him, with my face turned toward the front of the house, my eyes half-closed, just soaking in the moment. With my index finger, I was mindlessly drawing shapes on Clay's chest. 

After a bit of time, I saw the front door open and George walks inside. He was taking off his jacket and looked towards the sofa, where Clay and I was. I saw him stare in confusion, thinking for a few moments before getting his jacket off the coat rack again and walking back out. I don't think he saw I was awake, because my eyes were still not fully open. I grinned to myself.

Clay slowly started waking up. He took his arms away from my waist and stretched out, and I smiled.

"Good morning hot stuff," I whispered into his ear.

"Don't ever call me hot stuff again, I will kill you," I said back, voice still sleepy, so it came out a little raspy and deeper than usual.

"Kinky," I whispered once again and he laughed.

"Okay that's enough," he stated and I sat up, straddling his lap in the process.

"What are you going to do about it?" I sassed him leaning down to try and get in his face, I'm just provoking him to at least kiss me. 

"Shut up," he drags his left hand down his face.

"Make me."

And so he did. He grabbed my face quite forcefully, I didn't mind him being a bit rougher. The kiss almost immediately deepened, probably due to the fact I was just quite desperate. After a bit of making out, he pulled back and rested his forehead on mine.

"George is probably getting back in a bit, maybe we shouldn't,"

"I saw him a bit ago, and he saw us on the sofa, I think we're safe for a little while," he smiled.

"Okay then," he sat up and stood up taking me with him I let out a squeal, whispering in my ear before nipping my ear lobe, "it's a couch by the way."

I laughed and punched his chest, "no it's a sofa."

"You're in America now, so it's a couch," I rolled my eyes before my arms draped around his shoulders and my hand interlock behind him. 

"Where is your room?" He asked, looking me in the eye and smirking.

"Upstairs first door left," he nodded and walked up the stairs, I rested my head on his shoulder. I knew I could ask or demand him to set me down, but that wasn't going to happen.

He opened the door and closing it with his foot when he got in. His lips connected with mine again in a passionate, but also desperate kiss. He laid me down on my bed climbing over top of me, his lips not leaving mine for a second.

"Is this okay?" He asked, I nodded and smiled. His lips now connected with my jaw and working their way down my neck. When they connected to a rather sensitive spot he sucked down hard, and soothed the spot with his tongue, earning a small whine from me. His hands slipped under my shirt, holding my waist. I pushed him up with my hips to take off my shirt. When I threw it off I saw he was doing the same. I let my fingers run down his abs before his lips connect with my collarbone. His hands grabbing one of my breasts and slowly massaging it through my bra.