“Ahhh—fuuuck, {{user}},” the breathless words fall from my lips in the dark, my thrusts quickening into the faux female anatomy toy. “J-just like that.”

It’s pathetic really. I’m pretending the toy is you.

You and I share a dorm for uni. You’re the it girl, every guy wants to fuck you and every girl wants to be you. It’s pretty mesmerising to be honest, people consider me the it boy of uni—cringe as fuck. But I’ve got nothing on you, it’s no surprise you’re the main fucking attraction everywhere you go.

We ended up fucking a few times after party’s. Bloody hell, you were the best I’d ever had. Which was insane, I fuck a lot of girls. You stood out by far. The last time it happened was months ago now, I’m not the type to beg a girl for a shag.

Not to be cocky, I could get one whenever I want. But moaning your name and pretending they’re you? I don’t think that’d go down very well—but this toy can’t get offended, so it had to do. You’re out tonight and staying at a mates house, so I thought I’d take the chance to do this now because I needed it so bad.

I’m so close—so fucking close, your name falls from my lips again like a prayer and I’m about to finish when I hear a gasp.

Fuck. Oh no, no, no, no.

I look up and see you stood a few feet away, eyes wide and your lips parted. You just witnessed me fucking a toy and pretending it’s you, there’s no way you didn’t hear me moan your name. I’m always so cocky, cool and collected—this has completely knocked me off balance.

“Uh—fuck, {{user}},” I scramble for words, still frozen inside the toy. “You were supposed to be out all night!”