𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 {𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙙 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧}

nightmare parade

(i guess i need to show that this really is a playboy shit remake)

private chat
eiji :), darling 🥰

wednesday 10:00 pm

darling 🥰
eiji?

eiji :)
what's up princess?

darling 🥰
i can't sleep

eiji :)
why what's wrong?

darling 🥰
i keep thinking of that show we watched last night with the others
and i'm too disturbed to sleep

eiji :)
honestly me too
do you want me to come to your dorm?

darling 🥰
yes please

eiji :)
okay omw

darling 🥰
thank u :)

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the red head sighed sweetly as he got out of bed. he was tired but like the other girl, he couldn't sleep. he was a little, no, quite excited that he got to spend time with his darling, just one on one. nobody there to disturb you two. nobody to interrupt him. nobody to get in his way of making you feel real fucking good.

he walked out of his room and made his way down the hall, thoughts of you filling his mind. he made sure to grab his hoodie on his way out so he could give it to you once he got there. he wanted to confess to you so badly but a part of him knew that it wasn't the time just yet. maybe later on, he thought, but not tonight. he's much rather... show you... how much he loves you rather than telling you.

he'd never admit, but in late hours like these, where he couldn't sleep and all he would think of is you, he would involuntary use his quirk between his legs. your image got him more hot and bothered than a boiling hot tub on a summer day. thinking of you scratching his back with your acrylic nails, moaning and yelling his name, taking every inch of him as he edges you closer to ecstasy.

he would spit on his hand twice before snaking it down his sweatpants, imagining his hand was your smaller one feeling his thick member throb against your fingers. his coated fingers wrapping around him as he closes his eyes and imagines you in nothing but his hoodie.

he was brought back to reality as he reached your door. he gave it a few quiet knocks and waited before your short figure revealed itself through the opening door. he looked you up and down before smiling softly at you.

you were wearing a thin black t-shirt that slid off your shoulder and a pair of black panties to match. your hair was messy and stuck up in a few areas. your shorts were discarded somewhere in your room but you didn't have the energy to grab them. a blush took over his cheeks as he cleared his throat in an attempt to hide it.

"hey," he whispered, giving you a small wave. you waved back and stepped to the side so he could walk in. you shut and locked the door behind you as you both sat on your messy bed. your pillows weren't orderly and your sheets were scrunched. it was a cool winter night and you didn't feel the need to use any sheets. you liked being a bit more cool during nighttime.