𝕴ncubus | 𝙿𝙹𝙼

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

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At the very back of the classroom I found
myself daydreaming again in class, already
been called out 2 times by the teacher upfront.

Her threatening gaze landed on me checking if I was having a trip to another universe

- that universe being my bathroom

she would warn me, her eyes screaming the words 'Pay attention right now or you will be in trouble'.

But what could I do? My head and thoughts found their way to the unknown but hot man that appeared in my dreams one week ago. My mind on the thought of how good he made me feel, even though he didn't even touch me, and this alone is driving me nuts.

It has only passed a week since that strange and wild dream, but I couldn't seem to get every single feel of it off my mind and I do really feel like a mad woman craving something or even someone I don't even know.

How can he possibly do that? Just say a few dirty things to me and in a matter of seconds I was on cloud nine touching myself.

Ugh!

Heat starting to spread on my cheeks, dismissing all wild thoughts when the sound of the schools bell ringed through my ears. I could feel the teacher glaring at me, as I bowed at her in embarrassment for the trouble I'd caused her today.

I'm not the type to be called out by a teacher, neither be the one involved in any type of problem. This is the first time I almost got into trouble, but I have my reasons.

Yeah, my reasons.

I am known here as the educated, reserved and intelligent girl, and that was more than good to me obviously not wanting them to know how I cope with my life outside school.

Walking through the crowd of students, all of them minding their own business, some of them ready to go to another class, others talking not caring about their next period, and even some couples making out is what I see everyday while I made my way to my locker, books clutched in my hands.

Already there by my locker I lifted my gaze from my feet to the now almost empty halls before I put my forehead carefully against the steel cold surface of my locker, a heavy sigh leaving my lips.

What is wrong with me?

I shouldn't be so pressed about a dream. I've had wet dreams with this unknown man until they stoped a week ago, and now I can't seem to get them off my mind.

The feeling of wanting more, the desire, it all felt so real that is driving me mad at this point.

Damn whoever he is.

"Get yourself together, Asami" I scolded myself already feeling guilty for the trouble I've cause today to my teachers. Well, me being the well behaved, intelligent, incredibly competent, personal sexy overbearing girl I am should feel this way.

Yep, confidence at its finest.

Well, It was just a dream and I shouldn't be feeling this way. I have never been touched in an intimate way by a man, but in those dreams I was ready to risk it all just for him.

"Shit!" I yelled due to my frustration, my scream echoing through the now empty halls.

I literally just yelled at my thoughts right now. I didn't even heard the schools ring go off as I my mind was almost drifting to that damn dream for the 25th million time this day.