polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

"but i have to cover these up before we start!"
"don't worry about it baby, they'll look amazing on camera."

dream runs his fingers along the hickeys on my neck and collarbones. they're almost more noticeable today. before i can start complaining again he sucks on another, unmarked spot, using his teeth to bite it and amplify the sensation.

"everyone will know that you're mine.."

his low whisper has me trembling. we've really only been official for one day, yet he's already being so possessive. i like it. perhaps a little too much.

i'm... very sexually attracted to him, if i should be honest. no one has ever made me horny like this before. sure, i was never the most innocent person, but this is on another level. my entire body tingles when he does simple things, like holding my hand or even just looking at me. and the way he speaks to me.. it's too much. i'm lucky dream is someone who can easily match - or even one up - my abnormally high sex drive.

"now sit still like a good boy and we'll get on with it," he orders, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear.

these angel wings are itchy, but at least the lingerie is pretty. white, with small bows as decor. dream kept insisting i wear this outfit today, since i'm 'angelic'. he's so sweet, and i wasn't totally against the idea. so here we are.

this time i get to sit among bedsheets and pillows, just as colorless as the lingerie. i don't know if the props are supposed to symbolize something dirty. knowing dream, they probably are. the sheets, like i'm in a bed, my purple bruises.. yeah, anyone would get the point.

i wonder if these will be published. not that i'd mind. my dignity has already been defenestrated, and this could make me good money after all. what would carlos say if he saw the pictures printed in a magazine? would he be proud? or confused? does the company even allow shoots this obviously sexual? i don't know anymore.

i look into the camera with innocent eyes and parted lips. dream tells me exactly what to do, as usual. my fingertips graze the marks on my pale skin, they touch the fabric under me and the fluffy pillows by my side. i lay down on my stomach, supported by one of them as dream adjusts the shutter speed. the silence is somehow calming. conversation isn't needed to make me feel comfortable. the presence of my lover is enough.

"on your side now, curled up.. beautiful. just like that."

his ability to stay professional during these shoots is truly admirable. deep down i know he's fighting the urge to slam me onto a table and do major stuff to me, first chance he gets. that thought almost makes me giggle in the middle of a pose.

"you're doing amazing sweetie," he praises after a while.

i have to physically strain to stop a big grin from spreading on my face, possibly ruining a photo. the praising gets me so giddy, gets me feeling like i'm actually pretty. the session flies by with the help of his words. i barely remember posing at all.

"that's enough. i've got so much material now, you don't even understand."

dream emerges from behind the camera, offering a hand to pull me up. i gladly take it, letting him lift all my weight off the floor. he does it with ease, successfully impressing me once again.

"come here, little angel."

the pet name makes me blush like crazy. he embraces me, slowly rocking us back and forth as he inhales my scent.

"you smell like me," he chuckles, leaving careful kisses on my temple.
"spent too much time with you, i guess."
"we could never spend too much time together."

he's so warm, and his arms are so protecting. i listen to his heart steadily beat inside his chest. it lets me know that he's right here with me.

"mhh, i love your hugs," i say dreamily, voice muffled because of the position we're in.
"i love yours too," he mumbles, "you're so cuddly and cute."

i giggle at that response, flattered once more.

"speaking of spending time together, how does a bowling date sound?"
"a bowling date?"
"yeah, tonight? just the two of us, fucking around," he shrugs, peeking down at me.
"i mean, sure?" i huff, "it's monday night but-"
"but that has never stopped us, right?"
"i guess not."

he smiles, pecking my lips and letting his hands explore me. for a while they rest on my sensitive hips, just teasing for something more.

"d-dream, don't," i warn, "not now. you'll turn me on again."
"oh, were we supposed to save that for tonight? i'm sorry."

his smirk is smug and filled with amusement.

"okay, i'll be nice, for now. i'm texting you the address once you're off work so we can meet there, sound good?"
"yeah."

we share another kiss before ending the long embrace. his lips are smooth like silk. i don't wanna let go.

"now go get changed honey, you look real sexy in that but sadly there's a dress code."
"shut up," i snort, sticking my tongue out at him before going into the back room.