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The buzz of your new vibrator feels obnoxiously loud on the silent floor, even with you muffling your moans, lips tightly shut. Your head is thrown back on your pillow, your hand cramping from the pressure you’re putting on the toy, and you’ve kicked the blankets off your bed in your desperation.
You pray that Jirou isn’t here.
Ever since you started working at a shop nearby, you’ve been carefully saving up every paycheck and using your money as responsibly as possible. You couldn’t help yourself when you saw the advertisement for a rabbit vibrator on a specific, sketchy website, however. It was way too tempting to see how it maneuvered, and six thousand yen seemed reasonable enough to spend to quell your curiosity.
Safe to say it was definitely worth it.
Sometimes, though, the five insertable inches on the toy just didn’t reach deep enough for your liking, the vibrations not getting that one perfect spot that makes you see fucking stars.
Your boyfriend, Kirishima, has spoiled you rotten, and it's most obvious in moments like these. You don’t really need him to orgasm, but fuck, has he ruined masturbation for you.
Just earlier, you had made sure to charge the vibrator for as long as possible, double-checked that most of your class was out or training, and locked your door.
Now all you needed to do was focus and come, damn it.
Snapping back into your body, you start to feel the tightness building in your abdomen, your hips twitching in anticipation, and a small sound escapes you when you finally feel the vibrator get your clit just right.
You mouth nonsensical things silently, hoping that this is it.
Fortunately, it is, and the orgasm hits you as hard as a speeding truck. Your ears ring as your mouth falls open, vision blacking out. You rush to turn the vibrator off once the overstimulation has your hips lifting off the bed.
Taking a moment to appreciate how your pussy throbs in waves, you notice how light you feel as you float on your sheets. You cringe at the wet sound the vibrator makes as you pull it out of your pussy.
Unfortunately, you’re still horny as fuck, and you resign yourself to having another round when you realize that you failed to hear someone enter the room unannounced.
That someone, of course, being your boyfriend.
He stands at the doorway now, hand tightly clenching the knob, looking like a deer in headlights. The key he has to your room comically falls to the ground as he continues to stare, jaw slack. He looks sweaty and flushed, like he just came back from running a marathon on the treadmills in the gym, and his chest pants with strangled breaths.
You’re not so sure the breathing is from his workout.
All you can focus on, nonetheless, is- “Close the fucking door, Kiri!”
Your voice cracks halfway through your demand, but it works well enough to snap him out of his stupor. He closes the door obediently but keeps his back to you. “Jeez, it’s like you want everyone to see me.”
You’re not ashamed of having been caught, mostly because it’s Kirishima—what hasn’t he seen at this point?—but his silence is throwing you off a bit. You take a moment to admire the way his back muscles move with his breathing, the way his triceps look even more defined in your room’s limited lighting.
You sit up on your bed and sit on the edge with shaky legs. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“You-” He clears his throat, but something in his tone sounds off. “Fuck.”
“What?” You hadn’t stripped entirely, leaving on one of Kirishima’s shirts that end at the middle of your thighs. You’re grateful for it now as you walk toward him and wrap your arms around his waist. He is sweaty, but you’d be a hypocrite to not press your cheek against his back when you basically just finished a workout yourself.
“That was so hot,” Kirishima basically whimpers, and you struggle not to smile at his obvious agitation. He raises a hand to his mouth and covers your palm with his other one. It’s hard not to tease, especially with the red tint covering his ears, but speaking of hard…
You move your hand toward the hem of his gym shorts and feel his abdomen jump. “I’m sure that hard-on is from watching Tetsu bench four times his weight, right?”
He says your name with mock warning lining his tone and shifts your arms so he can move.
“When did you get that thing?” he asks as soon as he’s turned around. His hands find your cheeks, and you respectfully keep your hands on his strong waist.
“A week ago,” you reply, kissing his palm. “I’ve only used it a few times.”
“How does it feel?” he continues, a fire beginning to burn in his eyes. That’s how it is, then?
“Good.” You teasingly move your hands up his chest, landing right over his pecs. “Isn’t long enough, though. That’s all I keep thinking every time.”
You suck his thumb into your mouth, circling your tongue, and Kirishima’s left dumbstruck yet again. You love him so much, truly. “You gonna fuck me now, or do I have to wait even longer? How-”
You’re cut off by Kirishima lifting you effortlessly with two hands against your bare ass, a yelp leaving you at the sudden weightlessness. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, but you had forgotten that your pussy wasn’t clothed. You hadn’t gotten the chance to wipe yourself down, for the reasons above, and you feel the repercussions now as you rub against his shirt.
It, honest to god, sends shivers up your spine. “Shit,” you moan, and Kiri catches your lips in a searing kiss. He doesn’t let up in his walk toward your bed, and it’s with a needy gasp that you realize he’s pushing your lower back against him with a hot palm, urging you to grind. You break away from him in appreciation. “You’re so fucking-”
“Do we have condoms in here?” he interrupts, and his hand presses you even more fervently to his abs. His gaze is cloudy, clearly overwhelmed. You can’t say you don’t feel the same way.
“Yes,” you press a series of wet kisses to his neck when you feel him rummage in your nightstand with his other hand.
“Lube?”
“Yes, Kiri,” you sigh in fond impatience. “We fuck in here more than your room.”
He shushes you as he sets you down on the bed, throwing the condom and lube next to you on the mattress.
The speed with which he undresses is hilarious but really not unwarranted. His clothes land near your door with the strength he uses to discard them. Before he can join you on the bed, however, you stop him with your hands on his toned thighs.
His dick stands at attention against his abdomen with how hard he is, and the sight of it makes your mouth water. It’s so perfect that it reaches his goddamn belly button. “What-”
“I wanna taste you first.”
It should be illegal for him to sound so good groaning your name, but he always does. His fingers lift to grasp your hair, but you pay him no mind as you sink down on his dick. Your hand wraps around the base, and you push until you feel him hit the back of your throat.
You missed this, and you’re pretty sure it’s only been a few days since you last had time to take him like this. It’s your hormones’ fault.
Licking up every inch of his dick, you move to suck on the head. Your hand twists whatever your mouth doesn’t cover, and the feeling of his soft skin and veins against your palm is incredible. Pre-come lands on your tongue, and you moan at the saltiness.
You can hear Kirishima cursing above you, but his hold on you remains gentle. He’s never been rough with you in bed, and it's one of the things you cherish about him. Except…
“I want you to fuck my throat,” you rasp, letting his tip land on your cheek. You rub your face against his length and breathe him in. You’re such a slut for him, it’s frankly laughable.
“Are you sure?” His voice is carefully measured, and you just know he’s trying his best to hold back.
You glare up at him from your nestling, the hair at his navel tickling your temple. “Yes.”
You take it back. The way he looks at you like you’re the best thing to ever grace the Earth is undoubtedly what you most cherish about him.
With permission to let go, he guides his dick back into your mouth and begins thrusting like you’ve been withholding access this entire time. Your eyes tear up as he drives himself to the back of your throat repeatedly, and with the huffing you can hear from him, you know he’s close.
He moans your name, and one look at him with his head thrown back, neck exposed, and veins popping from his forearms has your own eyes rolling.
Your hands move to his thighs again, this time to send silent encouragement. Your nails scrape against his skin, leaving behind contrastingly pale lines.
That’s it. Cum down my throat. I want it just as much as you do.
Before he reaches his peak, however, he pulls you off of him with urgency. His dick is almost purple with how close he is, throbbing right in your face.
You lift a hand just to feel how much he’s worked up, but he stops you. “If you touch me right now, I will come.”
“You say that like it’s a threat,” you say, voice rough from use. You smile up at him when he groans.
“I want to come inside of you,” he replies, pout on his lips. Ridiculous. “Give me a sec.”
Surrendering, you raise both hands and get comfortable against your pillow. You pull your shirt off when you remember it’s still on. “I’ll wait.”
It takes a few seconds of deep breaths before Kiri is moving in between your thighs with the condom between his teeth. He rips it with efficiency and squeezes out a small amount of lube.
“With how wet that made me, I doubt we’ll even need that much,” you murmur with half-lidded eyes.
Kirishima looks at you in that specific way again. “You’re evil, you know that?”
“Of course I do,” you respond. You enjoy the show he puts on, sliding the condom on with a wince on his face. He jerks himself a few times with the lube and pushes his red hair off his sweaty forehead with his arm.
He moves until he’s hovering right over you. You can’t help but raise your head and plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “Love you,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“I love you,” he smiles. Your heart downright melts as he rubs his nose against yours, lining his dick up at the same time.
The vibrator could never compete with how thick Kiri feels against you, how warm and alive he is as he slowly thrusts inside. You continue to observe his expression, noting how he shuts his eyes immediately, losing himself in the sensation of being inside of you.
“You’re so warm,” he grunts out, wrapping his muscular arms around your neck, as well. A personal cushion. You’re always on the same page. He’s covering your entire body in this position, his every breath hitting your oversensitive neck.
He finally bottoms out after a few more shallow thrusts, your pussy squeezing around him. It's sweet to hear his overwhelmed whimpers.
Your hands run up and down his back comfortingly, ending by playing with the hair in the nape of his neck. “Fuck me,” you say into his ear when he remains still despite his trembling. You nibble on the lobe. “I’ve been waiting, remember?”
His composure snaps as soon as the words leave your mouth, nodding in vehement agreement. His hips experimentally move back, leaving just an inch inside, before snapping back in. Your head lolls back into his forearm.
You love this.
He maintains a constant pace, in-and-out, in-and-out, and uses your reactions as his sign to switch up his speed. He keeps going like this until he suddenly stops, freezing above you.
You had been so focused on your building pleasure that you whine loudly when you sense the change. “Why’d you stop?”
“Where’d you throw the vibrator?” he asks in lieu of a response. His gaze meets yours as he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, and you’re too dazed to question his intentions.
“The end of my bed, by the sheets that are hanging off,” you answer. His arms leave your neck, and you roll out the tension that had been accumulating in your shoulders.
Kirishima does his best to stay inside as he rises onto his knees, reaching blindly behind himself until he finds your new toy.
When you feel the cold silicone touch your clit, you jump. “Kiri!”
“Sorry,” but there’s a genuine, sheepish grin on his face that you just can’t get mad at. “How do you turn it on?”
“The first button on top. Hold it down to- oh my god.” An uninvited moan leaves you as you feel the vibrations start on your oversensitive clit, Kirishima seeming to know exactly how much pressure to add even though he’s never used it before.
He begins to gently grind inside of you again, and couples his movements with the toy. “Kirishima, baby-” You throw your head back as your hands seek purchase on the mattress. Holy shit, this feels so-
“-amazing.”
“Huh?” you ask from somewhere in your consciousness, only catching the end of his sentence. The pressure in your abdomen is growing with every one of Kiri’s thrusts, and the asshole has the audacity to press the button again, making the vibrations even faster. “Eijirou.”
You feel his hand cup your jaw, coercing your lips open with his. You finish as he nips at your mouth, shaking and left pathetic from the absolute forcefulness of the orgasm.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs against your cheek, and you belatedly feel him fill the condom inside of you, your throbs sending him over the edge.
He still has the vibrator over you, and you weakly push at it. “Too much,” you whimper, and you don’t even recognize the sound of your own voice. He moves the toy, placing it next to his thigh on the bed, but stays inside of you.
You don’t even notice your eyes are shut until he places a kiss on both of your eyelids. “Look at me,” he murmurs softly, leaving kisses around your entire face.
When you do, you blearily see that his cheeks are absolutely stretched from the bright smile he’s sporting, looking just like the cat that caught the canary. “Not so snarky now, huh?”
“Fuck you,” you reply, laughing when he blows a raspberry on your belly with a stupid amount of speed.
“I’ll clean us up. Stay there.”
“Not going anywhere,” you answer, watching him get up from the bed, naked, might you add. You feel blessed for getting to see this view.
Red Riot. Your boyfriend. Sigh.
He throws on his sweatpants as he heads for the door, towels in hand.
You’re almost asleep when you hear him yell, “We’re using the vibrator again!” from down the hall.
“Shut up!” you yell back just as loudly. That idiot has no shame, and his laughter reaching your room only confirms that point.
You look down at the rabbit sitting on your mattress, and silently agree.
You definitely will be using it again.