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You’d been friends for a while. A long time, really. Since highschool, you always got along. Your group of friends always stuck together, and even made plans to get through college together. Strength in numbers. And as the group got older, you became more attached to him. Mirio Togata was tall, and strong, and you felt warm and calm next to him. Like the world couldn’t hunt you down when he was there. You were anxious. You felt small, and fragile, but that’s not what he saw in you. He saw a person who always got up when knocked off their feet. He saw his best friend in you. So... he had to claim you for his own.
It was late summer, and you and your friends spent the day at a waterpark. You weren’t usually one for swimming, and the water in your sinuses was uncomfortable, but getting a break from school was nice, and marco polo is always fun. You went out for food, you lounged and watched movies, the day was active and nice. But Mirio was acting strange. He seemed serious, and watched you more intensely in the past few weeks, really. You weren’t sure what to think. You had intense feelings for a long time, but stayed friends for fear of change.
Not to mention, when you were at the restaurant… He had gotten up to use the restroom. After a minute you decide to go too. Freshen up before the food gets to your table. He passed you on your way there, but grabbed your arm. Aggressively. He whispered in your ear, only loud enough for you to hear.
"Meet me by the pool later tonight."
Okay? Where did that come from?? He was usually so sweet, you'd really never seen him angry, though he was always full of energy. Clearly you two needed to talk. Did you upset him? What could it have been? You spent the rest of the day worrying quietly to yourself, wondering what could be wrong. You expected the worst. Lunch after that was okay, but you felt uneasy. The day passed in a flurry of confusion and anxiety. You wondered what time he meant??
You waited, nervous and sleepless for a text response. It wasn't until near midnight you got the message, "I'm here." It didn't take you even five minutes to get downstairs and to the pool room. It was dark, the only lights being the dim ones in the pool. You could see the water, but not much else. No, not much at all. A large, menacing presence was behind you. The only thing you ever heard was the same aggressive drawl.
"Get on your knees."
Not another word. Not another movement, or sound followed. Your heart pounded into your throat. There was no option given in that tone, which dripped with lust and menace. Without fully processing the situation, your body obeyed. You felt yourself lower in submission, your knees pressing into the hard tile floor. Mirio's hand was placed firmly on the back of your neck, restraining you. If you tried to move, you would probably just be thrown to the floor. Another hand reached around your waist, beginning to undo your pants. Before you could make a sound, his voice started up again,
"Tell me you’re drowning if you want this to stop. Otherwise..."
His hand shoved you forward, pushing you down onto all fours. You remained silent and shaking as his hands teased again at the clothes around your waist. It was hard to breathe, but… he did give you a safe word. You guessed there was something that had been bottled up for a while. If this could offer some relief, you were more than happy to help. Despite that, you were tense and shaking, and he offered little comfort. Your clothes were finally pulled down, exposing your sex in the dim light.
“Very good,” he murmured.
You inhaled sharply as fingertips teased at you, exploring. The more noise you made, the more he chased it, finding your favorite spots. When he found a favorite of yours, you cried out, the sound reverberating loudly off the tile. It startled you, and you tensed even more.
“Easy, you don’t want someone to hear… You’re a screamer, aren’t ya?”
He teased that sweet spot again, sending sparks through your nervous system. You covered your mouth with a hand, muffling the noise. He toyed with you some more while beginning to tease your entrance with his other hand. You continued shaking and whimpering, hardly able to contain your excitement… Your hand.. On your face. Was it..? Oh god, you were drooling. You were a god damn mess and he wasn’t even in yet. You were gonna scream, someone would hear~!
You moaned into your hand again as he slipped something into you. His fingers? Probably?? Fuck, it’s been a while. Everything was sensitive to his prodding, searching again for your weak points. By now, nearly everything was a weak point anyway. Mirio continued exploring and, fuck, what was he doing down there?? You moaned desperately into your hand, which was now absolutely drenched in saliva. He found another spot and he knew it, the bastard. He teased at it, not too much, just enough to make you want more. You whimpered when you wanted more, and he loved it. It’s like he didn’t even need to tell you to beg. He became more and more gentle until you calmed down, then began teasing again, testing your limits. You began whimpering again, which turned to moaning, then near screaming into your hand as he played more roughly with your sex. You were getting close. He slowed down once he felt you tensing, easing you down from near climax.
God fucking dammit.
“Hmm, such a sweetie~ I’ll take care of you.”
He eased his digits out, leaving you drooling, whimpering, and maybe just a bit lonely... You know, until you heard the zipper. You might have felt a shiver run through you. You might have drooled some more. You might have kept whimpering like a needy little bitch.
“Hey baby, you good?” he hesitated.
This motherfucker waited until now to start worrying about you?? You were too dazed to use words anymore, so you just whimpered “uh-huh~”
“Okay...”
You felt something prodding again. It was bigger, and softer, and you tried backing onto it ‘cause god dammit if you weren’t gonna chase that climax-
“Easy, easy.”
Fuck. He was gonna make you beg again. So you started whining. He teased at your entrance a little more.
“There you go. You’re so good. So needy. You want this? Want me? You want my fat fucking cock inside you, pet?”
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. You kept whining and trying to back up onto him, but he was having too much fun toying with you, and was easily keeping you off. Tears pricked your eyes as you kept whimpering for him, hoping for something.
“Answer me~”
You kept whimpering, unable to form words. Eventually you settled for another “uh-huh.”
“Use your words, pet.”
Fuck… All you could do was whimper.
“You okay?”
Tears and saliva fell to tile. “Uh-huh.”
“Can you use words?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“...Are you drowning?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“...Good pet..”
He caressed your hips, trying to offer comfort. Getting tired, you fell from your hand to your elbows. He began prodding at you again, more promising this time.
“Good pet.”
He eased into you, gently. You felt a wave of pleasure as he filled you, pressing against some of your favorite areas. You moaned, soft but tense. He set a slow, easy pace. He was trying to be more gentle, but he was getting eager now, too.
“Fuuuck,” he breathed.
He held you by the waist, and you could feel his own tension in the grip. He was making about as much noise as you by this point, breathing heavily and whispering about you. Trying not to scream into your hand, your breath hitched as his pace quickened. Both of you were getting impatient, chasing this high. The sound of your bodies clapping echoed in the pool room, but maybe you were too dazed to think about it. You were more focused on being pounded and trying not to cry out about it. It almost hurt. Almost.
Tension rose again as you neared climax for the second time. This wave came much faster and with much less warning. You let out a loud, high pitched whine into your dripping wet hand as your muscles tensed. Your toes, legs, abdomen, and hands clenched and breathing became strained. He didn’t slow his pace, and the orgasm was more intense for it. Everything flexed almost to the point of cramping, and you focused on trying to breathe, riding the intense wave of pleasure. As it eased and your muscles loosened, the hold on your hips tightend and he bucked deep into you and held there. You felt him throbbing inside, making a goddamn mess of you. He was quiet, as if holding his breath, then let out a loud, satisfied groan before his grip loosened.
You fell to your side by the pool, heavy and breathing when he finally let go. He sat next to you, and began gently petting your back, comforting.
“How you feelin’?” he asked between breaths.
A thumbs up was your only reply. A few minutes passed before your breathing finally eased. You needed to move again before you fell asleep on the tile floor. You sat up, turned, and finally saw him for the first time in the dim light. He was still bare, and looked at you with a sleepy little grin. His hair was disheveled a bit… Yours probably was too. He reached to hold your face.
“You were amazing… We should-” he started.
“Hm?”
“Your face is soaked. Is that… were you drooling?”
You nodded, “mm-hmm.”
“That whole time?”
“Pretty much,” you murmured, starting to get your voice back.
“... Holy shit,” he said, and kissed you. His hands cupped your face gently, but the kiss was rougher. His breathing was heavier, and he was using his teeth a bit. You held his shoulders lightly, both for comfort and for balance. You were still pretty dazed. When he pulled away, you were both slightly panting again. You could barely hold yourself up.
“Bed?” you asked. Small words.
“Yeah. We should get dressed before someone sees us.”
Mirio got dressed rather quickly. You were still wearing your top, but your movements were sluggish. He helped you into your underclothing and pants, then supported your weight as you stood. Your legs felt like jelly. How were you going to walk back? He picked up your socks, then held you on one side by your waist. You took a shaky first step, and managed to stay upright.
“There you go. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
This made you close your eyes for a moment. You were relaxed enough to pass out, but. Bed first. After a flight of stairs and a quiet, lonely hallway, you both made it to his room. Nothing more needed to be said. He unlocked the door and guided you in. His room was cool, and the humming of the air conditioning beckoned you.
The sheets were almost silky smooth. You fell asleep cuddled against him, soft, warm… almost thoughtless.