Jirou comes so many times she forgets to count, but coming that much in such a short space of time leaves her feeling disorientated and scared, and her boyfriend, Shinsou, has to soothe her as her body calms.
Jirouâs body trembled as she struggled to catch her breath. Her pussy throbbed and leaked around Shinsouâs cock. She felt stuffed and satisfied as he stayed inside her, filling the condom with his come as he moaned lowly above her. Theyâd been at it for hours. Sheâd lost count of how many times she came.
Shortly after Jirou had gotten together with Shinsou, sheâd learned that he was a giver. A service top. He got pleasure from giving her pleasure, often neglecting himself so he could make her come at least three times, but today theyâd gone for longer than ever before. Heâd eaten her out, made her ride his face, fingered her and fucked her until her eyes rolled back and all that left her lips were weak broken moans that were barely audible.
She could barely feel her body, feeling light and floaty, but at the same time, she could feel very ache, every bruise, and every pretty mark that Shinsou had left on her body from his hands, teeth, and lips.
âKyouka, sweetheart,â came his soft, low voice in her ear, âare you okay?â
Jirou couldnât reply. Sheâd loved every second, her voice raw from how much sheâd voiced her pleasure, but her body continued to shake. It hurt and didnât hurt. It throbbed and twitched, and it tingled and floated. She couldnât make heads or tails of what was happening right now.
She managed to slide her hands up to Shinsouâs neck, clinging weakly to the hair at the base of his neck.
âKyouka?â he asked again.
âI-IâŚâ she wheezed, her heart thudding uncomfortably against her ribs. She wanted to shove him away, and yet pull him deeper inside of her. The cogs of her brain kept getting stuck, flicking between uncomfortable and satisfied, and her eyes welled with tears.
Shinsou reached down and gently rubbed her hip with his palm. It was both electrifyingly intense and distant. âSweetheart. Can you tell me if youâre okay?â he asked once more.
Jirou inhaled shakily, her eyes finally meeting his. âIâŚI d-donât know,â she blurted.   âI d-donât⌠Iâm scared.â She gripped the back of his hair as hard as her weak hands could manage. âH-HâŚelp.â
Shinsou slid his hands under her body and pulled her up with him as he sat up. He lifted her off of his limp cock and placed her in his lap, pressing their chests together. He rested her head on his shoulder, winding a hand into her hair as his other hand rubbed her back. âYouâre okay,â he whispered. âIâve got you, little one. Youâre safe with me.â
Jirou sniffled, pressing her face into his shoulder, hands clutching at his body. She pressed her small chest against his, thankful that it allowed her to really feel him.  Feel his heartbeat thudding against her chest, and his calm and slow rhythm of breaths. His large hands ran over her body, spreading warmth over her goosebump-covered skin.
Slowly, she relaxed. Shinsou had hold of her, and heâd never let go. Every time sheâd needed him, he was there, and so she allowed the man to hold every part of her, even the vulnerable parts. Her breath slowed, her tears dried up, and her body came down from the high of several consecutive orgasms.
âHow are you now?â Shinsou asked.
Jirou pushed herself off of his chest, sitting back in his lap to face him. An embarrassed flush spread over her cheeks. âIâm okay,â she replied sheepishly.
âCan you tell me what happened?â
âIâm not sure,â she replied honestly. âI just feltâŚwellâŚÂ everything . I didnât know how I was feeling or why orâŚit was a confusing mess. Iâm sorry.â
Shinsou shook his head at her and gave her a peck on the lips. âThereâs nothing to apologise for, sweetheart,â he said gently. âYou did nothing wrong. Perhaps we overdid it a bit tonight. We were both a bit pent up.â
Jirou chuckled. âI guess thatâs what happens when you go undercover on a mission for a month, and then I go on tour with my band for another month,â she joked, making Shinsou smile.
âIâm just glad to be home with you again.â
Jirou took hold of his face and pulled him in for another kiss. Slower and gentler than the kisses theyâd shared a few minutes ago when entangled with one another in the sheets. âI love you.â
This was a little drabble I wrote over on Twitter that I thought I'd share here too. It's also on AO3 in my 'BNHA Shorts' series.