that fictional character you in your dream as a kid

Or well that fictional character's inner character. Who is currently acting as *your* inner character.

You quickly walked up to your room, dodging and weaving every other person pretending to look distressed which isn't difficult as you sort of are although more of a sexual distress - and opened and closed your dorm room before rapidly undressing and grabbed a towel and went into the shared bathroom with the towel wrapped around you. Shower caddy with all your essentials and having religiously tracking most of the other girls' shower routine, you get to be the only one there if history has proven right.

You see Gilbert looking at you in the hall, and you wave at him. He slowly waves back and continues walking and heads up the stairs.

Gilbert's one of the odd ball who always has a smile plastered on his face. He also once followed you to a dead end when you were exploring. You're 80% certain he thought you knew where you were going and got a bit upset that you didn't and lead the both of you to nowhere and had to awkwardly trudge back out without a word uttered.

You're almost certain he's secretly a psychopath ready to explode.

It's kind of hot.

But enough of Gilbert. You're here for your good old friend:

Your other self™© who is male. But basically:

"Hey Queen." You hear your mind make a fake husky voice reverberate in your mind and you blast random pop music to make sure everyone knows you're using the shower. Inhuman black and gold eyes flutter his eyelashes at you, skin too white it looks painted on like ceramic. "You can't get enough of me can you?"

The hot water against your skin causes you to flush and you tilt your head back letting more of the warmth cover up your entire face as you respond back internally. "Fuck yes. You're my little puppet I can control whenever I can, can't I - horsie?"

"I prefer being called your knight in shining armour but well - you're the queen, Queen." He purrs and you moan quietly as you feel your own stomach form butterflies as you feel imaginary touches expertly tease you. His face is going downwards, body as lean as you like him to be, he's fully dressed with a white silk robe that has a black outline all over it. Your right hand's finger clutches on his snow like hair and push him down to your pussy. "Suck it baby." You murmur and he obliged, a phantom a tongue thrusts itself into you and you continue washing yourself with the music still going and you even hum to it as you bring yourself to throes of pleasure, head literally feeling light headed and you're ready to -

The door slams wide open. Your horsie dissipates and you curse hoarsely. "Fuck."