Scott Hoying Imagines (Continued For @InsertFandomHere )

In My Dreams...

Heeeey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Lots of things have happened. But I have Easter Break Whooooo!!! SOOOOOO yeah... This imagine is gonna be a bit... Too much. In a good and bad way... Hope you like it!!!

**WARNING** IF THE WORD SMUT SCARES YOU, BITCH RUN!! (hehe Tre Melvin reference)
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I was pushed up against the cold wall. The short, blonde hair masked stranger looked at me with lust-filled eyes. My underwear suddenly felt damp. His note brushed against mine as his hands went down to my thighs. He squeezed them, signalling me to jump. I obeyed. My eyes were glued to his captivating blue orbs. He pushed me harder against the wall, if that was even possible, and began grinding his hips against mine. I bit down hard on my lip to keep myself from moaning. The back of my head rested against the hard surface. I felt one of his hands go to my behind and grip firmly. His other hand went into my underwear suddenly and rub my sensitive-

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"Huh!", I woke up sweaty and heavily breathing. My roommate, Mitch, heard me, woke up and sat up in his bed and spoke with fright and exhaustion in his tone.

"What the hell happened to you, (Y/N)?"

I look to my left to see my frightened friend. "It's nothing. Just another nightmare. You can go back to bed.", I lie hoping he wouldn't see past it. He slowly laid back in his bed. I mentally smile knowing he didn't suspect anything.

"Didn't know you moaned in nightmares" Shit.

I'm having this dream again. This masked stranger comes and fulfills my... Desires. I'm an innocent girl, in my opinion, because I've never thought of things like this. I mean, one or two times with a couple kissing, but never this intense. Last week Wednesday night, I had a dream where he tied me up and literally tortured me with his fingers and just... left me there. The other night, he had a scarf over his noise and mouth instead of his mask. He literally used his eyes to make direct eye contact with me and put visuals in my head. Sexual... visuals in my head. He had me arching my back, moaning and screaming for dear life, closing my legs tightly even though I was reaching my climax over and over again, and tightly squeezing my eyes from the pleasure. Now this. I can't take it anymore. I have to find a way to get these thoughts out of my head.