A Healthy Distraction (Kiriko x Reader)
Suffering with social anxiety, you find yourself unable to socialize at a college outing youâd been invited to by your friends. Luckily for you, Kiriko was allowed to tag along as your plus-one. And she has an idea or two for how to get your mind off things.
A/N: apologies in advance if the readerâs characterization here is a bit out of place for you. i wanted to make something a bit closer to home for myself and some friends when writing this. but otherwise, i hope you enjoy<3
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You thought with a furrow of your eyebrows, glaring down at the strangely off-colored beverage you sipped at idly. In your opposite hand was your phone, open to Instagram and randomly switching between other social media apps as you absentmindedly scrolled. The bitter aftertaste of your drink continued to make you cringe, but the way your heart raced, complimenting your headache, reminded you that there was a reason you were there in the first place.
You stood alone near the kitchen, leaning against the wall and watching people mingle from afar. You had been invited by some friends from college to a reunion. A party. A very large party. And while the event sounded relatively tame, it was anything but. Women laughed, hollered, jumped and shook their asses to whatever club music the guy in charge of the aux had blaring through the speakers, and the frattiest men imaginable came moseying along- grinding their hips against anyone that let them. And the sight of all of this brought more sickness to your stomach than the punch.
You just wanted to go home.
However, just as you returned to scrolling through your phone, a familiar and comforting voice brought you back to your senses.
âY/N?â Your eyes lit up softly at the sight of your girlfriend, Kiriko Kamori, approaching while holding a solo cup in each hand. Concern laced her features. She slid past some other partogoers as she made her way up to you, giving you a better view of her casual, yet very nice outfit.
âI got you some water.â
Preparing to compliment her floral jacket, you silently thanked the taller woman by smiling at her warmly, curiously eyeing the cups as you stuffed your phone into your pocket and took one from her. ââŚHowâd you know I wanted water?â
Kiriko leaned up against the same wall you had been up against, arms crossing over her white crop. Looking at you with an amused expression, her tone was almost accusatory, a subtle smirk on her face as she glanced down at your punch.
âYou donât like alcohol.â
Realization hit you like a truck, your now widened eyes shooting downwards to stare at the âpunchâ in your other hand. Frozen in place, you could only listen as Kiriko let out a flurry of giggles in response, and your face burned.
âI keep forgetting that you hardly go to parties.â Her tone was gentle but her amusement at your predicament was clear as day, making you nearly pout at her as she went on. âPeople enjoy adding alcohol to the kid-friendly drinks. And often times? Itâs vodka.â
Vodka??? You nearly hurled right then and there, your throat burning and cheeks feeling prickly. Kiriko sighed, her grin more affectionate than taunting now.
âArenât you a partygoer?â You mumbled, a hint of snarkiness in your tone in retaliation to her laughter.
âMhm,â Kiriko hummed, still smirking, âbut I hardly drink, and when I do, you know itâs not vodka.â
âSeriously, though,â Kiriko went on, her expression growing soft, âyou havenât seemedâŚgreat, since we got here.â Her gaze shifted back towards the crowd as she leaned her back flat against the wall. âI know you donât really like parties, but you still said youâd try.â Her voice was hushed as people began to pass, not closely enough to touch, but closely enough to potentially eavesdrop. âAnd I think youâre doing a great job, by the way.â
The praise made you blush, a soft smile fighting its way onto your lips. Kiriko was a natural charmer; it was a huge trait of hers that had initially drawn you in, and it still never ceased to fluster you.
âThanks.â You finally managed, your âpunchâ tossed into a trashcan by now and your arms crossed as you sipped at the cold water Kiriko gifted you. It felt way better against your throat than the burning sensation of the alcoholic drink youâd mistakenly ingested moments before, and you sighed with relief.
âAnd, yeah, to be honest,â you went on, looking down, âIâm just not feeling it tonight. I donât really wanna talk to anybody but you.â
Now was Kirikoâs turn to blush, and you found yourself smiling proudly at the silence that ensued.
ââŚI get it.â Kiriko eventually murmured, comfort lacing her words. âAnxietyâs a bitch, and tonight it nabbed you. Itâll be okay, Y/N.â
The way one of her hands reached up to comfort you through gentle, tender upper-back massages helped you relax, and your muscles sighed in relief as your nerves ebbed away. Your girlfriend stood close beside you, her presence keeping your mind at ease as you two people-watched for a few long, silent but comforting moments.
Kiriko, unbeknownst to you, glanced over at you from time to time during this, her soft brown gaze glistening with curiosity as she observed your stature. You were clearly not enjoying yourself, and staying here would only prove to worsen things even if she had chosen to stick around.
It became obvious to her that you both needed to find an excuse to leave. And she knew that itâd be hard, fighting all of your college and even highschool-long friends to convince them that they were busy at, what- 11pm at night, and therefore had to leave.
Not to mention, they were probably drunk. There was no convincing these guys when they were drunk.
Continuing to watch you, Kiriko remained silent, weighing out her options, when her little ideas began to shift in nature. Her eyes looked over you in your entirety- from your face, down your neck, all the way to your hips, and a vague, musing little smirk made itself onto her features. While you couldnât see it, her expression read anything but tame ideas.
Her cheeks grew warm, and as her thoughts gradually grew more sensual than ethical, she opened her mouth to speak.
âY/NâŚâ Her tone was laced with something you quickly recognized as mirth, and you immediately side-eyed her with a suspicious look that read âwhat are you planning?â
ââŚwe should leave.â
Oh? Maybe her idea wasnât so ridiculous.
âSure.â You were quick to agree, pushing yourself off the wall and already taking a sarcastically long stride past Kiriko and towards the main entrance of the house (which was a good walk away).
You were stopped, however, by a hand on one of your wrists. All too quickly, your vision went blurry for just a moment as you were pulled in closer by Kirikoâs strong arm, and the surprise at being moved so fast caused you to bump into her front.
She hardly budged, and the front of your bodies quickly ended up flush against one another. You blushed, habitually looking up to see Kirikoâs expression. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the crimson blush rising up her neck, her eyes dark.
ââŚI donât think theyâll let us out that door.â Kirikoâs tone was almost mocking, but given the circumstances (being you having fallen into her), she was likely just teasing.
Whatever it was, it made you snap back childishly.
âGot a better plan, then?â You were by no means angry at your girlfriend, but youâd be damned if she continued to taunt you all night for being flustered everytime she did something that practically asked for you to get flustered.
She glanced down at you coyly, much to your confusion (though it made you blush, shocker), and she responded softly.
Having never let go of your wrist, she tugged again, this time more gently, and took a step backwards. You recognized this as her telling you to follow her.
You were unsure at first, but eventually realized that this was probably your best shot at getting out of this shitty party youâd been invited to.
Kiriko, her hand still around your wrist, damn-near dragged you up a set of spiral stairs, making sure to keep an eye out for familiar faces as she weaved through partygoers and dodged the waving elbows and hands of random dancers. Upstairs, things werenât as chaotic, but you still felt immensely overwhelmed. Kirikoâs presence was the only thing anchoring you in.
Finally, Kiriko got to a room, far from the core of the party and definitely far from any exits. You were confused, and watched as Kiriko hurriedly opened the door and pulled you inside.
The door shut with a faint click and your wrist was let go. You immediately took in your surroundings, seeing that Kiriko had dragged you into one of the many bedrooms in the house, and you opened your mouth to question how sheâd known exactly where this was.
But before you could even part your lips, you quickly found yourself being pinned to the very door youâd just entered through, two strong, slender arms planted at either side of your head and a chest pressed flush against yours.
You were stunned, but most of all, you were turned on, eyes locking with Kirikoâs as she stared down at you with an almost predatory expression. Her smirk was hardly hidden now, and it became increasingly obvious what her plan was right then and there.
âWe can have our own party up here.â She playfully quipped, though her tone was suggestive as she looked you over with a coy set of eyes. âOne with no dress code.â
You wanted to laugh at her ridiculous play on words, but were once again interrupted, this time, by a kiss. It was soft, a âwarm-upâ Kiriko wouldâve called it- and you hummed delightfully into her mouth at the contact. She pulled away quickly after, her expression still smug, and you noticed that her eyes were still lingering on your lips.
Kiriko wanted more, and you could tell. Eagerly, and without much thought, you brought both of your hands up and cupped her face, guiding her back down into a harder, hotter, more feverish kiss.
Kiriko immediately growled into your mouth and your stomach flipped, feeling her stand up to her full height as she brought her hands from the wall to hold onto your hips. She pulled you in, keeping your body flush against hers and ensuring that you were trapped between herself and the door.
Kiriko then deepened the kiss, tilting her head little ways and pressing her tongue against your bottom lip. You registered that she was asking for permission to go further, and you dutifully let your lips part, her tongue enthusiastically exploring your mouth. You couldnât hold back a soft moan, almost a whimper, and the way her hands gripped your hips tighter at the sound told you just how much she enjoyed hearing you.
When air became a problem, you pulled away, breathing almost erratically as you stared up at your girlfriend with a flushed face. Kirikoâs expression was nothing short of eager now, and she was quick to pull you further into the room with an excited little grin on her face.
Clothes had never been an issue in terms of comfort between you two. Kiriko had always been the most patient, kind, comforting soul youâd been with and it didnât take you long to feel comfortable stripping in front of her.
The vigilante often took this to her advantage when it came to sensuality, however, and tonight was one of these times.
âStrip.â She purred lowly into your ear before pulling away, going to sit patiently on the bed just a few feet ahead of you.
You quirked an eyebrow at her as she went, only slightly confused, but your face was burning up by the time Kiriko had emphasized her point, pulling her hoodie over her head in one fluid motion and tossing it to the floor.
Of course. She was now left in a crop. More specifically, your favorite of hers, one that dauned laces on the back and a large opening to reveal the majority of her back. Either sheâd planned this, or sheâd wanted to tease you throughout the night and do this after.
But you knew better than to comment now. Kiriko was sitting with a patient look, and eagerly, you obeyed her.
By the time you were left in your undergarments, Kiriko was already back to you, pulling you onto the bed as she kissed you excitedly on the mouth, shoulders, and just underneath your jaw. The sensations made your brain run rampant, and you pressed up against her as she went, silently pleading for her to just press your face into the pillows and fuck you silly.
She seemed to read your mind, letting you settle on the mattress before following suit and guiding your chest downwards with her hand. You were flat on your back, knees bent, and Kiriko wasted no time in landing herself between them, gently prying them apart with a single hand. Her smirk sent heat straight to your clit, and she eyed you over with mischief.
Blushing, you huffed with playful indignation, rolling your eyes and glancing up at the ceiling sheepishly. âYouâre the one who planned this, clearly.â
Kiriko quickly understood what you were referring to. âWhat? I canât dress up a little for a party?â
You felt a pang of jealousy stab at your heart and you pouted a second time. She only smirked at you, clearly amused, and that only made you angrier.
âOf course I dressed like this for you.â She lost her smug expression for just a moment and smiled warmly, though suggestiveness never left her tone as she leaned in close, hovering over you. âThis is all for you. Only you.â
The passion behind those words set your body ablaze, and you were quick to pull Kiriko down by her hoodie into another searing kiss. The distant sounds of the ongoing party outside of the bedroom reminded you both that you didnât have as much time as you would have preferred. But, of course, you both also knew that the time crunch only made for hotter, faster, rougher sex. And you both enjoyed that.
Kiriko pulled away, panting hotly as she sat up and hooked her fingers around the hem of your pants. You lifted your hips dutifully, allowing your pants to slide off with ease, and Kiriko was quick to remove the second layer of covering you wore as well. Her eagerness was arousing.
You were soaked, and a shy blush crept its way up your neck. Kiriko smiled affectionately at you, though, giving you a look of fondness that was quick to comfort you.
âYouâre so cute.â She whispered, taking her sweet time to gaze at your heat with unbridled want, yet also a sense of curiosity that, strangely enough, turned you on even more.
You initially resisted the urge to close your legs, but Kirikoâs hands were gently, yes assertively, on each knee anyways. You shuddered. She was keeping you right where she wanted you to be, and that level of dominance was exhilarating for you.
Suddenly, two chilly, slender fingers dragged their way between your slick folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from you and a satisfied, low hum from the woman above you. You keened as her nails circled your clit, the ends of her fingers already coated in your excitement. Kiriko smiled softly at the reaction, her pupils dilating as she watched you writhe beneath her touch.
âF-FuckâŚâ Youâd forgotten how good Kirikoâs fingers felt. It had admittedly been some time. You were already shuddering at every little move she made, her fingers barely prodding at your entrance yet continuing to focus on your clit. It was as if she were teasing you, but you knew deep down that she was only making sure you were slick enough to take her with ease. Which wouldnât have been a problem regardless.
All too soon, Kiriko slid her middle finger inside of you, pushing up to the knuckle and slightly further. You arched, your hips gently bucking into her hand as she slowly began thrusting into you.
âAwwâŚlook at you.â The woman above you purred, and you wanted to pout but couldnât find it in you to do so. The sensation of that single finger against your sensitive walls only had your body aching for more, and your hands desperately clutched at the bedsheets beneath you.
âThatâs my good girl, taking me so well. Just like she always does.â Kirikoâs voice was hushed, and the look in her eyes was one of both genuine affection and sheer mirth. It turned you on to an embarassing extent, and you shut your eyes to avoid being victim to such a gaze for much longer. It didnât do you very well, though.
âYou like my fingers that much, puppy?â Kiriko breathed, bringing her lips down to your ear and murmuring into the crook of your neck, âYou know how much I love seeing you like this.â
The way a subtle laugh could be heard lacing her every word sent fire shooting up your spine. And suddenly, Kiriko was quick to insert her ring finger into you almost too swiftly, causing an unholy noise mixed with surprise and pleasure to fall past your lips. It made Kiriko giggle, and you flushed deeply.
Kiriko sped up. Your shallow breaths began shifting into long, high-pitched whines. Kirikoâs thumb was expertly assaulting your clit, gently enough to not overstimulate you, but harshly enough so you could feel it just enough.
And you definitely felt it, on top of her slender digits, pumping in and out of you and (most likely) drenched in your slick. It was almost embarrassing, hearing the wet sounds coming from between your legs, but hearing those sounds on top of the ruckus just outside the door was honestly so, so hot. You felt so dirty, so desperate, like a slut, but you were shameless about it. Kiriko had you all to herself, and knowing that sheâd do anything to prove that, even in public, made you want to moan at just the thought.
As your core began to twist and churn, Kiriko held herself further above you, her face no longer as close to yours as she stared down at you. You opened your eyes and inhaled sharply as you saw that hungry, predatory gaze in a closer vicinity.
âLook at me when you cum, Y/N.â Kiriko murmured, sounding gentle but most definitely giving you an order. Her hand didnât show mercy on you; matter of fact, it went even harder. She rocked into you roughly, her thumb harsh against your clit and fingers curling into your most sensitive spots. It was addicting, feeling Kiriko work her magic on you. You were completely and utterly entranced under her spell. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
Your climax was approaching. You whimpered desperately, feeling the coil within you begin to grow closer and closer to snapping.
âK-KirikoâŚmmnnff- fuck, you feel s-so-â
âI know, baby.â She cooed, leaning down to bring her lips to yours, barely close enough for a kiss. You locked eyes with her, feeling the urge to shut yours yet finding yourself unable to.
âLet go for me, Y/N. Iâm right here.â
White clouded your vision and a broken sob fell from you as your orgasm finally hit. Like a wave, it surged through you wildly and heavily, and your hands reached up to desperately cling onto Kirikoâs shoulders.
She happily let you, kissing you passionately as soon as your climax hit and slowing her hand to a gentle, rhythmic rocking motion. The way her fingers coaxed you through your quick-coming yet heavy orgasm made you let out pathetic little whines, and you could feel Kiriko smile into your mouth in response.
Eventually air became an issue, and so Kiriko pulled away gently when she knew your peak had ebbed into a gentle, hazy ache. Her fingers stopped moving inside of you, and you sighed shakily as you felt her slowly remove them from your sopping wet heat.
Moments passed, ones in which you spent catching your breath. Watching Kiriko, you saw the taller woman take a look at the hand sheâd used to tear you apart. And the look on her face, upon glancing at said hand, immediately made you blush. She couldnât help but smirk a little, slyly glancing over at you and only making you more and more embarrassed.
However, that embarrassment quickly shifted to that of sheer arousal once more as Kiriko suddenly brought her glistening digits up to her own lips- putting them into her mouth and sucking them clean. You audibly gasped, making Kiriko giggle against her fingers.
And sheâd put on a show while doing it, too. Her tongue lazily dragging its way between said fingers and along each knuckle, expertly lapping up your own juices within just a few seconds. Kiriko usually did this after your sessions, but again, it had been a little while. And sheâd hardly ever been thisâŚlewd, about it. You visibly shuddered, feeling the familiar ache of want ebb at your core, and you sighed a second time.
âKirikoâŚfuck, youâre too much.â
âToo much?â She was quick to respond, finally finishing her work with a subtle smack of her lips and bringing her hand flat against the mattress. Still smirking, she leaned in close to you, quirking an eyebrow, âOr not enough?â
You huffed at her with playful indignace, silently hoping that she would just kiss you again. âBoth.â
Kiriko took that for an answer and sat back again, rubbing your thigh affectionately with a hand as she gazed lovingly at the mess youâd (sheâd) made.
âLetâs wash up and finish where we left off.â
Now was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, clearly confused. Kiriko only looked at you with confidence, though, mirth lacing her features.