Title: A Necessary Solution
Genre(s): light smut
Word Count: 628
Summary: Why an empty dorm is a good thing.
Written for the kacts
comm, originally posted here
Krystal always knows when it’s been too long. Which might sound like a good thing, but it’s actually just annoying and distracting. Waking up from a nap only to realize that she’s been dreaming about sex the entire time- about being with someone and begging them to get her off or worse, just about trying to find a place to be alone to masturbate- is not the best feeling in the world. Especially because, instead of waking up relaxed and rested, she wakes up restless and turned on.
Being an idol, contrary to popular belief, doesn’t mean that she can just go find some other unbearably attractive celebrity to help her out whenever she wants. And she can’t go out to a club to find someone when she’s getting desperate like a normal person could. Though, to be fair, she doesn’t think that she would be the type who’d go for one night stands even if she could.
So that pretty much leaves only one solution. Okay, two. But she doesn’t count just ignoring it and staying horny forever as a real solution. Which is how she ends up waiting (impatiently) for the rest of the group to leave the dorm for some reason- whether it be for schedules or for the sake of going out for fun- and then going directly into her room when they finally do. She locks the door even though she knows she’s alone. She doesn’t want to take any chances.
Once she’s safely in her bed, under the covers, she divests herself of her bottoms- dropping them to the floor as she feels the strange way the sheets brush against her bare hips and thighs. Her hand slips between her legs, teasing lightly at first, as she lets her mind go. Sometimes she thinks of elaborate scenarios involving herself or other people whom she finds attractive. Other times, she’s aroused enough already to focus solely on the movements of her fingers and the way her abdomen clenches in response to her own ministrations.
It doesn’t take too long before she can feel sweat forming on her upper lip and the backs of her knees where she has her legs bent, and her breath is coming faster, indicating that it won’t be much longer. Her fingers speed up and her mind runs in circles, her brain picking up the image or idea that has her trembling and replaying it over and over.
The sheets get kicked off and the cool air against her throws her for a second, but soon she’s barreling toward release once more- head tossed back as her back arches and her fingers move on their own. And even though she’s alone, she never makes any noise (it would seem jarring in the silence of her bedroom) so she just gasps as she feels herself tip over the edge- blood pulsing in her ears with her head reeling and muscles going taut as she lets the tension explode and the pleasure crash over her.
Krystal thinks that it must be nice to just lie there and enjoy the afterglow of an orgasm, but she just can’t bring herself to do it. So instead, she rolls out of her bed and stands up as soon as her legs are working once more, stepping back into her underwear and fixing her sheets- hiding all evidence of what has just occurred. She washes her hands in the bathroom sink thoroughly, all the while hoping that her room doesn’t smell too much like sex. She thinks that it’s all kind of a lot of work. But she knows that in a week or so, she’ll be doing it all over again. It’s better than letting the tension get the best of her at least.