My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests CLOSED!]

🌟🍋💌 Worship (Mirio x Female!Reader)

*♡request for aaaaaaot♡*

"You look so beautiful," Mirio said, his eyes shimmering with adoration as he gazed at you. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. You had always felt self-conscious about your body, but the way he looked at you made you feel like the most gorgeous person in the world.

He gently traced the curves of your hips with his fingers, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. His touch was feather-light, as if he was afraid to break you, but you knew from experience that he was capable of much more than gentle caresses. He leaned in and kissed the spot just below your ear, his warm breath sending a ripple of goosebumps across your skin.

Mirio took his time, savoring every inch of you. His eyes roamed over your body with the intensity of a sculptor admiring their finest work. He kissed your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone, where he paused to plant a series of soft kisses. His hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked. The sensation was electric, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch.

With a soft groan, you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He responded by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until you gasped. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, a delicate bite that made you moan. His free hand slid down your stomach, the calluses on his palm providing a delightful friction as he approached the juncture of your thighs. He slipped his hand into your panties, his touch growing bolder as he found you already wet and waiting for him.

Mirio's eyes darkened with desire as he pulled away to look at you. "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. You felt a thrill of power at the sight of this usually confident man reduced to a state of need by your body. He pushed your panties aside and slid two fingers inside you, stroking you slowly at first, then picking up the pace as he watched the pleasure build on your face. His thumb circled your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you whimper.

You could feel the tension coiling in your core, your muscles tightening around his fingers. Your breathing grew ragged, and your hips began to rock against his hand. He leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers. The feeling was overwhelming, and had you clinging to him, desperate for more.

As you approached the edge of climax, Mirio withdrew his hand, leaving you panting and trembling. He pulled off his own clothes, his eyes never leaving yours. His cock stood proudly, flushed and erect. He positioned himself between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance.

With a final kiss that seemed to meld your souls together, he pushed inside you. You gasped at the feeling of fullness, his length stretching you. He was careful, inching deeper with a tenderness that spoke of his worship for your body. You wrapped your legs around him, urging him closer, needing all of him.

Mirio's hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you writhing beneath him. He watched your every reaction with a fierce intensity, as if he could read your soul through the way your body responded to his. His movements grew more demanding, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

As he worshiped you with his cock, his hands continued their exploration. He caressed the curve of your waist, the dip of your belly button, the flare of your hips. He traced the lines of your thighs and the softness of your skin, as if committing every detail to memory. His thumb found your clit again, and the combination of his relentless pounding and precise touch sent you spiraling over the edge.

"Your body is a masterpiece," Mirio whispered, his gaze raking over your form with a hunger that was intense. He paused to kiss the hollow of your neck, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of your skin. Each touch, each caress, was a testament to his admiration. He treated your body as if it were a sacred temple, every inch of you worthy of his undivided attention.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but the way he looked at you made you feel anything but embarrassed. It was as if he truly saw every part of you as something to be cherished and adored.

"You're so tight," Mirio groaned, his voice strained with effort as he pushed deeper into you. "Your pussy feels like heaven." His words were like a prayer, each one a declaration of reverence for the way your body accepted and embraced him. He continued to move, his hips flexing in a steady rhythm that made you feel cherished and desired. His hands roamed, worshipping every curve and hollow, his fingertips mapping the landscape of your body as if it were the most sacred of terrains.

The sensation of him filling you was indescribable, a feeling of wholeness that made you arch your back and moan his name. You could feel the muscles in his arms tense as he held himself above you, his biceps bulging with the effort of maintaining his control. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you so strong.

He began to increase his pace, his breath coming in harsh pants that matched yours. Each stroke was a declaration of his desire, a silent promise that he would give you everything you needed. You could see the veins in his neck stand out as he pushed himself closer to the brink, his eyes never leaving yours.

"It's like your body was made just for me to adore." His voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room, Mirio's eyes searched yours and you could see the sincerity in them, the absolute certainty of his words. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the fullness there with a tender touch that made your heart swell.

"And your taste," he murmured, dipping his head to capture your mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. "It's like heaven itself kissed me back." His tongue swept into your mouth, tangling with yours in a dance. His hips never ceased their steady rhythm, driving deep and slow, drawing out the pleasure until you were nothing but a puddle of need beneath him.

"Your pussy is so wet for me," he said, his voice a low growl. "So warm, so tight, it's like it's worshipping me back." Each word sent a shiver down your spine, making you tighten around him. You could feel his cock swell even further inside you, a testament to his own escalating desire.

Mirio's pace grew faster, his strokes more urgent. His hands moved to grip your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you. His teeth sank gently into the flesh of your shoulder, a mark of his possession that only heightened your arousal. You could feel his muscles tense, his body poised on the edge of release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, your body convulsing around him as you cried out in ecstasy. Mirio followed, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he reached his climax, his release hot and intense.

He collapsed onto you, his breathing heavy and erratic. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, the thundering rhythm matching your own. For a moment, you lay there, tangled in the aftermath of passion, your bodies joined as one.

Gently, Mirio pulled out and rolled onto his back, taking you with him so that you were nestled in the crook of his arm. He kissed the top of your head, his hand idly stroking your back in a comforting pattern. You could feel the stickiness between your legs and the remnants of your passion on your skin, but in the warm cocoon of his embrace, it was as if nothing else mattered.

With a contented sigh, he reached over to grab a towel from the bedside table. He began to clean you up with tender care, his touch as gentle as a whisper. Each stroke of the towel was accompanied by a kiss, a soft press of his lips against your skin, as if to seal in the warmth of your passion.

Mirio's movements were deliberate, almost ritualistic, as if he was not just cleaning up, but worshipping your body all over again. The soft fabric whispered against your skin as he tended to you, his eyes filled with a softness that made your heart flutter.

Once you were clean, he pulled you closer, your naked bodies pressed against each other. You could feel his heartbeat slowing, his chest rising and falling in time with yours. Slowly your eyes grew heavy with sleep. As the afterglow of your passion faded, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm blanket.

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