Just Some Quick Smut

You wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot, flushed, restricted by the clothes you wear. As you go to try to disrobe to push your blanket away, you find the blanket already moved aside. Your eyes open to find nothing but darkness, so you can’t really rely on sight. Instead, you undress by feel, shuddering as the colder air passes over your body.

You feel… horny, needy, desperate. An intense desire to orgasm flooding your mind, you can’t help but start to masturbate with a hand, right in your bed. You moan easily, feeling more sensitive than before, body tensing up even from just playing with your labia, not even really touching your clit or fingering yourself. Your folds are already soaked.

Continuing with just a hand, you shuffle towards the nightstand furthest from the door, biting back further moans at the cost of your bottom lip. You yank the drawer open, hastily trying to find one of your dildos or a vibrator. Eventually your hand brushes past one, then seeks in on it, grasping it.

It’s a simpler one, but more than enough to sate that fire of arousal burning within your body… mostly between your legs. You flick it on to low, then run it across your folds. Failing to hold back a moan, you hesitantly roll over. Pausing for a moment to get a somewhat stabler position, you bury your face in a pillow while raising your ass, getting on your knees while your torso lays on the bed. With your free hand, you spread your folds a little to align the vibrator, then push it into yourself, a muffled moan echoing in your own ears.

Stars fill your vision and a soft ringing fills your ears as you orgasm hard, vibrator buried to its hilt inside of you as you tense around it, almost spasming in orgasmic bliss. Unable to fight the need, as soon as you’re able to you continue masturbating.

The vibrator didn’t stop, and you don’t intend to either, not until satisfaction. With your face buried in the pillows, your horny vocalizations don’t make it too far, but with your ass in the air and masturbating so desperately you can’t help but feel a bit… exposed. Not in a bad way, you think.

By your third orgasm it has gotten a bit less intense, but you don’t feel like you could stop. By the time you do, you’ve orgasmed maybe 6-8 times, you’re not even sure you weren’t really counting. Raising your head from the pillow, you find it somewhat wet from your saliva; the red light filling the room makes it easier to see.

Your thighs are also soaked, same as your sheets probably; you’ll have to… swap them out later. But a wave of tiredness hits you first; a tiny bit of cleanup is all you manage before passing out again, reclaimed by the sleep that left you.

Come morning… you feel oddly energetic. Partial memories of what you did during the night come to mind as you tense up, feeling the vibrator still inside of you. O-oh, t-that was… mmf… You pull it out with a shudder, finding the situation arousing.

Your room’s lit by the outdoors, still dark and cloudy, but even the clouds can’t stop the sun from making it daytime. You blush as you pull it out, uselessly tensing around the emptiness that follows. The morning will have to be spent cleaning; you put your nightclothes back on, then remove the sheets from your bed. Thankfully, the mattress didn’t get anything on it.

You smuggle the vibrator into the bundle of things to be washed, as you remove the saliva’d pillow case as well. Then, grabbing some fresh clothes, you head to the bathroom. With the door locked, you throw the items into your laundry bin, before stepping into the shower. You’ll wash the vibrator afterward.

The shower is… cathartic, in a way. Helping you get past the mess of emotions in your mind, the tiny hints of shame for masturbating when only a wall away from Akari. When done, you spend a bit longer to wash the vibrator in the shower as well, then store it within your folded nightclothes, and return to your room.