#togata

The warmth of Mirio’s body was already intoxicating, but the way he trembled under your touch was something else entirely. His usual boundless confidence—the sunshine grin, the easy laughter—was slipping with every teasing brush of your fingers along his skin.

“[Name]…” his voice cracked, the edges of his composure fraying. His chest rose and fell too quickly, like he was fighting to stay steady.

You only smiled, leaning closer, letting your breath ghost across his ear. “You can handle it, right, Mirio? You’re always so strong.”

The praise—no, the challenge—made him shiver. He clenched his fists at his sides, desperate to anchor himself, but you didn’t let up. Every stroke, every kiss, every deliberate pause was designed to unravel him. He was too good, too eager to please, to say stop.

You watched him try. His jaw was tight, his knuckles pale where he pressed them against the sheets. He was holding on to control with everything he had.

“Look at you,” you whispered, brushing your lips against the corner of his mouth without granting a kiss. “So close, and I’m not even finished yet.”

A low, guttural sound escaped his throat—half groan, half plea. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, heat rolling off him in waves. You could feel how hard he was shaking, the way his breath stuttered against your neck.

“Please…” he rasped, the word barely audible. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you did. That was the point. When your hand moved again, slower this time, cruel in its patience, he snapped.

In a blur, your back hit the mattress. His weight pinned you down, his hands braced on either side of your head. His golden hair fell forward, shadowing his flushed face. But his eyes—those usually bright, kind eyes—were burning, stormy with heat and frustration.

“Enough.” The word was rough, dragged from deep in his chest.

You tried to smirk, to tease him again, but the look he gave you froze the sound in your throat. His restraint was gone. All that was left was raw need, the kind you’d been teasing out of him mercilessly.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” His voice was low, dangerous in a way you’d never heard from him. He leaned down, his nose brushing yours, his breath uneven. “I tried to hold back. For you. But you—” his lips grazed your jaw, sending a sharp jolt down your spine— “you just kept pushing.”

Your pulse thundered, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach. The air between you was suffocating, charged with something that made your skin feel too hot, your lungs too shallow.

He caught your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head like they weighed nothing, while his other hand traced slowly down your side. Not rushed, not gentle—possessive.

“You wanted me to lose control, didn’t you?” His voice was velvet over steel, both a question and an accusation.

Your breath hitched. You couldn’t answer, not when his weight pressed you down, not when the hunger in his gaze threatened to consume you whole.

His mouth hovered over yours, a cruel inch away, his smile no longer the bright sunshine grin you knew. This one was sharp. Dangerous.

“Careful what you wish for,” he murmured, before finally closing the distance.

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : it’s been like.. 2 months?