Heart vs Mind (Saiki K x Reader)

12. Dirty Dreams

Warning: Some parts of this chapter will be 18+! Not all of it, but a good portion of it. You have been warned.

(Saiki's POV)

The male awoke with a startling gasp and looked around frantically. His violet eyes scanned the room for your presence, unsure of whether it was just a dream he had, or if it really took place. Next, he lifted his covers. Not again...

Saiki stood in the shower, letting the cold water run over him. He didn't have much muscle, in fact he was built just like any average teenage boy. He didn't have any fat on him, but he also didn't have a ripped body like Hairo did. The psychic closed his eyes and let the memories of last nights dream rush into his head.
"Saiki~ you naughty boy~"
He cringed, and hissed through clenched teeth. How could such a thing turn him on? Maybe it was the teasing sound of your voice as he pinned you to the mattress, half bare. Heat rushed to his cheeks and his face started to glow red. This is getting out of hand. Three nights in a row? This wasn't normal for him. The sweat from his pink hair was sucked down the drain, and the cold water made it impossible for him to become erect again as he remembered again, from the dream, the way you looked up at him with lust-ridden eyes.
She's my friend. I'm not allowed to have these dreams. Not that they aren't pleasurable. It just feels wrong. Why can't I dream about normal romantic things? Why does it have to be hardcore s-

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Son, is that you in there?"
"Yeah Dad."
"Why are you showering so early in the morning? You didn't wet yourself did you?"
"Dad, I've never wet myself, even when I was little. I just..." I have to lie. "Felt like getting an early start today."
"Well okay, if you say so. Should I make you some breakfast?"
"No. Not you."

I feel too sick to eat anyways...

"Come on, don't tease me, handsome~"

Saiki gulped. God that was a vivid dream. It all felt so real, they always did. How could he face you? How could he walk casually beside the woman he was having wet dreams about consistently for three nights in a row? It's deplorable. Saiki turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He was exhausted. If he fell asleep during school, or started even thinking about last nights dream, he would for sure be stuck in the bathroom trying to get rid of his problem, hoping that no one would see what the situation was before he got there.

The pinkette walked out of the bathroom and to his room. He stood in the doorway staring at his bed. Again his mind flashed to his dream. There you were, on top of his shirtless body, unzipping his pants with your teeth. His hand flung to his overheating face to stop the rush of his bloody nose from making a mess. It trickled down his fingers. It's normal for teenage boys to feel things like this. But not me; because I'm not a normal teenager. All of this is so new to me. Will it ever stop?
Saiki was always able to read the minds of the other boys at P.K Academy, and most of them had their minds set on one thing and one thing only. Sometimes those desires were bold, clear, long-term. Other times they were short lived. How long would they last for a psychic who could see through clothes without intending to? A psychic who could do anything? A few books flew off his bookcase and floated in the air when the rush of desire came back to him. What did he care if he got hard at school? He could expose his powers if this kept up.

"I can't just skip school... but maybe it would be better if I did. No... who knows how long these dreams are going to occur? I can't go ahead and miss school every day." He would have to control himself there. Dammit. He had yet to have a lucid dirty dream... if that happened, he wouldn't complain so much. He needed some form of pleasure, and fast. But what could he do without you? The two of you weren't even a couple. It would be quite a while before he could do anything with you.
I could always just... he looked to his hands—no. That thought made him sick to his stomach. He wasn't that desperate. Saiki began getting his school uniform on, but as he buttoned up his jacket, he remembered the way you unbuttoned it in his dream. And he just let you. He was intrigued by this side of you— your dominant side. He was always fond of it but he never saw it as a turn on until you got physical. You had enough of his foolish teasing and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Okay Kusuo, you've had your fun. It's my turn now~"