polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

we're barely inside the apartment when dream smashes his lips onto mine. the door locks with a click as he kicks off his shoes. i force mine off too, not even bothering to lean down and untie them properly.

once we've passed that obstacle he pushes me through the hallway leading to his bedroom. i'm sure the apartment is lovely and very spacious, but right now i can't see a thing. his hands are everywhere; in my hair, on my neck, my waist, unbuttoning my dress shirt for the second time today..

he kisses me so roughly that i'm becoming dizzy. my lips already feel swollen and bruised from earlier, but dream shows no signs of mercy. i gasp as he palms me through my pants. hurry up, hurry up, hurry up-

i suddenly fall backwards, losing my air as i hit the bed. he pins me down into the mattress, staring at me intensely with those breathtaking emerald eyes. a fire of lust and desire burn in them. he looks wild. it turns me on like hell, seeing how much he wants me, seeing how desperate he is to fuck me senseless.

he grinds himself against me as his shirt comes off. he does it with one hand like in the movies, his curls following the fabric up and then falling back down into a cute mess again. and holy shit, i will never get used to his body. those flawlessly outlined abs, his warm, tanned skin.. he looks like a work of art. one of god's masterpieces. my fingertips run over his muscles, feeling every part of him. the grinding stops, and instead he leans in close to my ear, whispering his words.

"like what you see?"
"i love it."

at that, he smirks and starts undressing the rest of me. he does it so painfully slow, just to tease me. his hands linger on my hips for way too long.

"come on.." i whine, "p-please-"
"if you complain, i'll make you wait even longer."

nothing could shut me up quicker.

"good boy," he praises, pecking my cheek and ruffling my hair.

my belt clangs as he opens it and carelessly tosses it over his shoulder. cold air hits my thighs when my pants come off. once i'm stripped down to my underwear he stops again, tugging at the hem like the annoying piece of shit he is. his mouth leaves wet kisses just below my stomach. they're like small injections, giving me goosebumps and fucking up my breathing.

when he finally decides to slide my boxers off, i'm practically delirious. the lack of stimulation is driving me insane, making all my limbs tremble. i'm silently praying that he'll move on and give me what i so deeply desire. but instead of prepping me, he gets up and shoots me one of those smug grins again.

"stay there, pup. still, or i'll have to punish you."

just the thought of dream punishing me has me horny out of my mind. he could spank me, choke me, gag me, spit on me and degrade me for hours and i would love it. i would thank him. i would beg him for more. but despite that, i comply like a scaredy cat. i even refrain from touching myself in case that would upset him.

he frantically digs around in the top drawer of his dresser. i watch him pull out handcuffs, a pink dog collar, a bottle of lube and a polaroid camera. a truly vintage one, probably way too expensive for what it is.

"i'd like to continue our shoot, if that's okay with you," he declares.

his voice is soft and low, like music to my ears. i nod, unsure of exactly what that entails. he strips before getting on top of me again, straddling my small waist.

"you'll love what i'm about to do to you puppy."

i feel his hot breath graze my bruised lips. it makes me shiver. he grips my wrists tight, forcing my arms up above my head. i whimper at the action, growing more and more excited by the second.