I Feel Better With You Around

28.

LEMON WARNING. I'm very sorry if it's bad; I've never don't this before. ;-;

YES, I'M ACTUALLY SERIOUS THIS TIME. I'M NOT JOKING.

Mirio pulled on his shirt collar as his eagerness turned into excitement. He waited a few minutes before rushing up the stairs and into his room where only his bedside lamp was on. His face became a deep red color when he saw (Y/N), dressed in his white, almost see-through, baggy, button up shirt. You could see her black bra and panties from under it, even in the dim lighting.

Mirio had both hands gripping the door frame, as she turned around to face him. Her face, too, started to shade a tint of red. Yet, not as dark as his. "Like what you see?" She asked, her voice on a lower octave. Mirio nodded, almost drooling. He could feel his pants getting tighter by the second. (Y/N) giggled, "Then why don't you come over here and see more, silly." Mirio didn't even hesitate. He was trying his best to contain himself, but it was so hard with her looking like that in front of him. He gripped her hips and pulled her into a rough kiss, immediately shoving his tounge into her mouth, earning a groan.

It felt so much better than his dream. It was so exhilarating. He carefully sat down on their bed, making her straddle him. The moment (Y/N) sat on his lap, she could feel the tent poking at her clothed womanhood. She moaned, making Mirio break the kiss. He looked at her with a devilish smile, "Eager, aren't we?" He growled and flipped her over so now she was under him. He crawled on all fours and pinned both of his hands by her head and knees by her hips.

He licked his lips, staring at her hungrily. He leaned down and started assaulting her neck, biting, sucking and nibbling at the skin until it was red and purple, claiming her as his. (Y/N) moaned and ran her hand through his blonde locks, pulling at his hair.

As Mirio's mouth worked on her neck, his hands worked down at the buttons of the shirt. Once the buttons were undone, (Y/N) whined, "You should strip, too. I'm completely exposed here!" She giggled. Mirio smiled and complied, "As you wish," he sighed dreamily. He pulled the brown sweater up and over his head and tossed it somewhere.

(Y/N) ran her hands down his chest and unbuttoned his dress shirt, leaving him topless. She slid off the shirt she had been wearing and tossed it away, along with Mirio's. Mirio, again, started kissing all along her body, groping spots that would make her hum in pleasure. Oh, how he adored every little sound she made for him.

He unclipped her bra, tossing it off to the side. (Y/N) tried to cover herself with her arms but Mirio gently pulled them away and looked into her (e/c) eyes, "I think they're beautiful. Please, (Y/N), you don't have to hide from me," he cooed and leaned down to peck her lips. (Y/N) blushed and looked away. Mirio smiled and trailed down her body again, taking one breast into his mouth then squeezing and pleasuring the other with his large, rough hand. (Y/N) moaned his name, making him stop.

Everything was silent, until Mirio looked up to her. "So you're going to moan my name, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. (Y/N) became frantic, thinking she had done something wrong. "There's no need to be scared, (Y/N)! It's just..." a devilish smirk curled on the corner of his lips and he leaned in next to her ear and whispered, "I don't just want you to moan it; I want you to scream it."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the sudden seductive purr in his voice. She felt the heat building in her nether regions as Mirio curled a finger around the line of her panties and pulled them down and slipping the pair off. He took them, pinned both of her hands above her head, and tied them together. "Mirio?" (Y/N) asked, confused. "I..." He paused, "I want to show you how much you mean to me. So, you'll lay here, and I'll make you feel amazing," his voice was laces with lust and his eyes were glossed over, staring at her every curve in awe, but he was also distracting her as he slid a finger into her core. He drew his index down the slit, feeling the wetness, then plunged into the needy hole.

"Gah!" She gasped as his finger went in deeper, down to his knuckle, then pulled back out at a rapid pace. (Y/N) bit her lip and moaned. Mirio added another digit and increased his pace. "Yes! Yes! Mirio!" (Y/N) moaned as pain melted and morphed into pure pleasure. Her climax was growing near, but he pulled out before the euphoric feeling could overwhelm her, and grabbed a box of condoms from a desk side drawer.

She whined and he smirked at her evily. Mirio stood up and fumbled with his belt, letting (Y/N) get a view of the enormous bulge in his pants. He started unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the ground, leaving him in red boxers.

(Y/N) squirmed in her restraints, wanting nothing more than to run her hands all along his body. Mirio climbed on top of her again and smiled nervously, pulling down his boxers in the process and pulling on a condom. He lifted his hand up and cupped her cheek, "You'll tell me if it hurts too much, right?" (Y/N) nodded frantically, the excitement was obvious in her eyes. Mirio smiled, face red and sweaty, even though they had barely done anything yet. He got in between her legs and had the tip of his member pressed against her folds, slowly pressing in.

(Y/N) winced as he went deeper into her, panting and arching her back. Mirio pressed his hand to her cheek again and turned her head to look at him, directly into her eyes as he continued to penetrate her womanhood, and whispered sweet nothings to her until he was completely sheathed inside of her. (Y/N) pulled him in to a sweet, sloppy kiss to take her mind away from the pain.

After a few minutes, she nodded, indicating that he could move. He started to ram into her with full pumps. In and out. "Hhnng! Mirio!" (Y/N) cried out, arching her back as the pain ebbed into mouth drooling pleasure. "Louder!" He said, his breath hit on her ear. "M-Mirio!"

"Louder! Scream it so the neighbors can hear you!"

"MIRIO~!" She screamed, hitting her climax and spilling all over his bedsheets. He continued his quick pumps, but they steadily grew sloppier as he, too, was reaching his limit. "God, (Y/N)~," he whined, "So beautiful." He bucked his hips in for one final thrust, letting himself get lost in the feeling of being inside her.

After a minute, he pulled out and tied the condom off, then tossed it in his bedside trashcan. Both of them flopped down on his lush mattress. "That was amazing..." (Y/N) hummed, feeling the soreness in between her legs. Mirio snuggled up next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, "It certainly was." (Y/N) pressed her head to his chest in content. Before she was completely comfortable, Mirio leaned over and shut the lamp off.

They both fell asleep in each other's arms, enjoying the company.

Why am I so nit-picky? I keep looking at it and going "It's bad... go back and re-do it." This is a very bad cycle and I need someone to put an end to it.