Bnha Smut

KIRIBAKU

Curious
On ao3
By Moment_of_Tangency

The best thing about the UA dorms is the privacy.

Eijirou would be the first to admit he’s a social person, but for the first time ever he has his own room, complete with a personal bathroom, and it even has a lock. He loves it. It’s miles away from the living situation at home where his family barged in without knocking and locked doors were an admission of guilt.

At UA, things are different - it’s an unspoken rule that sometimes people need alone time and most everybody is too busy with their own lives to care much anyway.

With that privacy comes experimentation. He doesn’t mean to be crass, but his right hand hasn’t seen so much action in years.

Without a family to root through his mail or a roommate to accidentally stumble on his stash, Eijirou is free to act on any and every fantasy he pleases. Between Amazon prime and the discreet shipping option, his room is a forest of generic cardboard boxes.

Humming, he leans over to cut open his newest purchase. He’s already bought his fair share of lube and fleshlights - this time he wants to try stretching his limits. Inside the box is a prostate massager, “For all your erotic needs” printed in cursive across the side. He takes it out of its packaging and lays it on the bed next to a bottle of lube.

This is the other amazing thing about the UA dorms: in the safety of his room, he doesn’t have to worry about hiding underneath the covers at midnight to try out a new toy.  He can actually spread out on his bed, peel off all his clothes, really savor it. So he does.

He shivers as the cool air pebbles his skin, runs his hand down his stomach and thigh just to feel the muscles jump. It feels oddly sensual to be so naked and exposed in the middle of the afternoon, almost hedonistic, and he lets the moment stretch out like honey. He wants to take his sweet, sweet time with this - mind blank, only focusing on the sensations he’s feeling, getting lost in them. His cock is already hardening in anticipation and he rolls over so he can grind slowly into the sheets.

The lube is new. It smells and tastes like raspberries, and it tingles with heat when he drizzles some onto his fingers. It makes his rim burn when he brushes his fingers against his hole, tracing around the muscle until it relaxes under the attention.

He purrs and melts into the mattress when the first finger slips in. He’s done this enough times now that he barely feels any discomfort, and what little he does feel is instantly forgotten the moment he brushes over his prostate. The touch makes his dick twinge, already half hard underneath him. It makes him want to go faster but he resists the urge.

It always feels better when he takes his time.

He rolls and pushes and grinds his finger, adding a second while his other fingertips brush against his balls and taint. His crotch is slick with lube at this point and the skin feels electric, tingling and hypersensitive. His sighs have shifted to pants and the occasional hiss on a good thrust, and the stretch feels so good, so deliciously tight.

He’s never gone past two before but he wants the stretch, wants to clamp down hard on his own fingers, so he works in another one and squeezes his eyes shut because it hurts . But he knows how to breathe through the pain and when he rolls his hips against the bed, the pressure in his ass feels phenomenal.