-Stuck Daydreaming-

Chapter 10

"Can I take off your hoodie?"

"Y-yes."

*SMUT WARNING*

Dream grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it over my head before slipping my shorts down my legs, throwing both somewhere across the room. He held my head with one hand, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. I could hear his breath hitch as he stared at my lips and then at my eyes.

My eyes were drawn to his mouth once again and our lips clashed against each other not long after. We kissed like it would be the last time, like we needed each other in order to survive. It was desperate but gentle. There was nothing but the sound of our gasps, drawing us in.

He moved himself from my mouth, down to my neck slowly. Dream kissed, sucked, and bit at the soft, sensitive part of my neck making me moan. He only moved back after a couple seconds and I already knew he'd left a mark.

Once again, we were staring into each others' eyes. Normally I would have felt guilty, guilty of being fully aware of what I was doing. Guilty that I was almost completely exposed to the man on top of me. But I wasn't guilty. I didn't care. He made me feel alive.

"Can I take off your bra?" Dream was quiet and hushed as he asked. God he was so polite. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck so he could reach better. My bra was quickly unhooked and discarded of like the rest of my clothes. Dream laid me back down on the bed, his eyes scanning every inch of my body. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

And then we were kissing again, his hands roaming anywhere and everywhere. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, trying my best to show him what I wanted. Our kisses slowed, my lungs feeling breathless. It was like we were getting to know each other, on a deeper more intimate level. But my body ached.

It ached for more than just his kisses and touches— I wanted more of him. And for once, I knew he did too.

He took his shirt off, that one small action making me feel it. I was getting wet. My heart pounded at seeing his bare torso for the second time. Again, his eyes roamed over my body and bare chest, drinking it all in. The hungry look in his eyes started a fire in the pit of my stomach.

Dream placed his hands on either side of my head as he hovered above me before slipping a knee in between my legs, spreading them. He brought his knee higher and connected it with the one place I wanted him most. I tried to stifle my moan but I failed. Dream smirked at the noise.

He rubbed his bare knee against my covered crotch. I had to take a deep breath but it was shaky. Dream slowly reached and pulled off his shorts, raising an eyebrow at me, "Do you want to do this, Princess?"

I answered him by tugging on his boxers. He let me slide them down his legs before he also threw them off the bed. My eyes immediately landed on his erect dick and I felt my mouth salivating. It was big. I swallowed hard before looking back at him.

"Please tell me to stop," he whispered. "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself, y/n."

"I want you to fuck me, Clay."

In the dark of the room, I could barely see his face but I knew his pupils had dilated. His eyes were dark and full of lust. He was just as ready as I was. He removed one hand from beside my head and moved it towards the waistband of my panties, pulling them off. We were now completely exposed for each other to see.

Dream placed his palm on my crotch and slowly rubbed it up and down. He inserted one finger inside of me and curved it before pulling it back again. I moaned out loud this time, but he added a second finger. Each sound I let out, just made him pump his digits even faster. And with each pump, he curved his fingers hitting the perfect spot making me arch my back in pleasure.