The Mission

One

Y/N woke up frantically with a pool of wet fluid running down her black laced panties. "Fuck it these are new." She muttered under her breath, eyes searching for a toilet paper roll nearby so she could wipe herself down. It was the fifth consecutive day since she's had a wet dream, of this beautiful brown haired man with big hazel eyes and large hands with long, white fingers caressing her in places she so desperately needed to be touched, and fucked, to be exact. He then gave her a red lollipop, which she sucked on as he kissed her neck passionately.

She'd never seen this man before, and had absolutely no fucking idea how he kept appearing in every one of her dreams, doing the exact same things as before, and then ending with a kiss to the forehead, saying, "Everything will be alright, Y/N, just hold tight."He seemed too gentle for her liking, as in real life she mostly had rough sex, but those wet dreams felt like a drip of honey in her not so fabulous life. 

Before she can say anything back to this gorgeous man, her vision would go blurry, and she would wake up with wetness in her panties and a tear rolling down her cheek. 

Was it the lack of good sex between her and her new boyfriend, Carmen Lopez? Or was it the touch of that dream man who kept appearing? Why was she getting too aroused in these dreams and why did they affect her so much? She checked the clock, snapping out of her thoughts.

11:15 AM.

"Holy motherfucking shit, somebody fuck me." Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs. She was late to school, once again. She checked her phone. 3 missed calls from Haley Hotchner, her best friend since middle school.  Y/N called her, and she picked up in a heartbeat. 

"Where the fuck are you, Y/N? Principal Gideon is literally thinking about holding you back again this year, and he's been asking me to find you. You have to come, now!" 

"Fuck, ok, I'll make it for English class, at least. Cover for me, love you Hale!" Y/N quickly hung up the phone and ran towards her closet.

She decided to at least make it in for English class. She knew that daughter of the devil, Mrs. Seaver threatened to report her to the principal for "lack of motivation in academics" if she was late once again. And Y/N could not afford to be held back again. 

She put on a simple white cropped ribbed top with a light blue tennis skirt that hiked up a bit too much. But whatever. She had nothing else to wear, everything else that was hanging in the closet right now screamed inappropriate.

Besides, the other two outfits were reserved for her special work tonight. She left her apartment quickly and ran to catch a taxi to Sunrise High.

The taxi driver kept looking. Specifically at her nipples. For fuck's sake, She realized that her top is a bit too see through, and she had left her bra sitting in the bottom of her bed, the last time she had sex with Carmen. And she also should've known something was sketchy when the taxi driver half forced her to sit at the front. Y/N shot the taxi driver a cold look, and said, "I don't have all day, could we move it a bit faster?" He smiled with his eyes and shot back, "Oh with you, I could always move it a bit faster sweetie."

Y/N felt absolutely disgusted, she wanted to puke. She tried to ignore this and look out the window, but she could not help but see the taxi driver look at her again, with a dominant smile. "You know what, I changed my mind, stop the taxi here." Y/N quickly rummaged through her beaten up LV tote and fished out a couple of wrinkled dollars. "Here's your fucking money, now let me out you dickhead." He smiled amusingly and touched her inner thigh, tracing his finger in a small circle until she rapidly opened the car while it was still in motion. "You pretty thing, you're short a couple of dollars, but I'll let this one slide for now." He stopped the car and she got out, and felt literal bile rise up her throat but she stopped herself.

"Fuck's sake." It started to rain. If it wasn't for that Mrs. Seaver, she would've happily been in bed by now, with a cup of hot chocolate, a cigarette, watching The Vampire Diaries on Netflix and not having a care for this world before going to her work at night.

But she knew she had to at least graduate, because that's what her grandmother always wanted. She was the only person in her life who was there for her when that terrible accident happened that took both of her parents away some years ago. But now she was laying the hospital bed, incapable of doing much without the supervisor's help. Y/N wanted to at least get a diploma and show it to her, it was the minimum she could do for all the help her grandmother was to her for the last couple of years, and actually her whole entire life.

Sunrise High. The sign read as she trudged into the building. Y/N's hair was wet, her top was wet, her nipples were fully exposed through her top, and her shoes were muddy as hell as she started to walk into the corner where the English classroom is, Room 698. And that's when she heard it, that chirpy, cute voice that she heard in her dreams.

"So yes class, I'm assuming that was the last question? And I do have an eidetic memory so I'll remember who asked me that highly personal question, hahaha, anyways we should move on if that was-"

That wasn't Mrs. Seaver. That was the man who stroke her clit and whispered amazing things in her ear after having mind fucking sex in her dreams. The thought of this already made her vagina pulsate.