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It wasn’t Mirio’s intention to be at a party at 1AM, fishing around in an upturned hat while the crowd cheered and whistled around him. But Nejire had mentioned a party offhand, and one thing turned into another, and now here he was, pushed to the middle of the circle and pawing through the small pile of random pocket findings to figure out who he’d be spending Seven Minutes In Heaven with.
At least he could take solace in the fact that he wouldn’t be forced to make out with any strangers. If worst came to worst he could just have a hopefully pleasant conversation and then be out again, and that thought kept him in higher spirits.
After a long moment of silent consideration, he finally decided on a small rectangle of what felt like cardstock. When he retrieved his hand he was holding a dark grey business card with red lettering that read...
The Beat Box
Oh.
“Hey, Y/N! He pulled your card!”
OH .
Mirio hadn’t even known you were here , but now he was being shuffled towards a small closet and you were right behind him and Nejire was whispering in his ear that she’d “give him ten minutes,” before hastily shoving him inside the small, dim space. When the door slammed shut, the two of you were engulfed in total darkness.
“Hey, blondie.” He couldn’t see you, but he could feel your hands reach out and press against his chest, sending his heartrate through the roof. “Sorry, can’t see a thing.”
“No problem!” He hoped that you couldn’t hear the nervous crack in his voice. “I didn’t know you were here! At the party, I mean. Not in the closet. Cause we’re both here. Right now.”
You giggled, and Mirio couldn’t help but notice that your hands were still resting on his chest. The heat from your body felt stifling, and something about the fact that he couldn’t see you only amplified the sensations, your soft breaths, the way your fingers danced over the graphic on his shirt. It was intense.
“Yeah, I guess we are.” You trailed your fingertips on his chest in playful circles. “So, maybe we should enjoy the moment? It is seven minutes in heaven, after all, hmm?”
OH.
“Are you sure?” He stammered. “You don’t have to do anything. I wouldn’t feel right if you did something you didn’t want to.” You were close, so close, so unbelievably close now and if he could see you he could just bury his hands in your hair and pull you in but he wouldn’t. Couldn't . Not if it was just because of some dumb game in a dumb closet. But you didn’t pull away, your hands just trailed down, down his chest and over his hips until you were gripping him by his belt loops and if you couldn’t hear Mirio’s heartbeat before, there was no way you couldn’t now.
“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to. I like you, blondie In case you couldn’t tell.”
If you could’ve seen Mirio you would’ve seen his mouth opening and closing several times like a fish, no sound managing to escape. But, you couldn’t so instead you were treated to several long seconds of silence before he finally managed to force out. “You DO?!? ” You gave him a harsh swat on the chest, smirking at the small yelp he let out in response.
“I’ve only been flirting with you for the past two months, thanks for noticing.” Your voice seemed to get quieter for a moment, and Mirio was about to ask what you were up to when he could feel your hands braced on his knees. “Now, we’ve got… I’m gonna say 8 minutes left. Still wanna go for it? Last offer.”
Your hands started massaging slow circles in each of Mirio’s thighs, and all of his rational thought took a flying leap out of the nearest window.
“Yes. Please.”
You grinned, quickly busying yourself with undoing Mirio’s fly and pulling him out of his boxers. Just enough light was coming through the crack beneath the door for you to see the shape of his cock in your hand, hot and already quite hard. You ran your thumb up the underside, stopping just beneath the head and forcing from Mirio a shuddering breath.
“You’re hands are really - nnh ! Really soft.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit in return. When you lathed your tongue just over the head he gasped, and you heard his head thump against the wall behind him. You trailed your tongue playfully up his length, barely letting the tip slide into your mouth before pulling away again. You could hear Mirio’s breath becoming ragged in the stifled closet. “Aren’t I the only one getting something out of this?” He joked between breaths.
“If you’re so worried, you’ll have to return the favor sometime, blondie. Now, I bet you I can make you cum before time runs out.”
Oh, you definitely could. Mirio had practically been quivering ever since you had sunk down to your knees.
“Can I put my hands in your hair?” He asked. You let out an approving hum, and immediately both of Mirio’s hands were on your head, brushing tenderly over your hair. “Alright, I’m prepared to be ravished.”
“I’m gonna make you eat those words.” And with a wolfish grin you sunk your mouth halfway down Mirio’s cock, pumping what you couldn’t yet reach with one hand. The other was gripping the bunched-up fabric of Mirio’s jeans, helping you keep your balance as you worked him. He let out a low groan, stifling it as it escaped by biting into his lower lip. One of the hands on your head buried into your hair, gripping just tight enough to direct, not to hurt. The other slid down to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking back and forth over your cheek bone.
“Oh, god .” Mirio whined, “Your- Your mouth . It’s so hot, so soft, fuck !” You pulled away just for a moment, still pumping his throbbing length.
“How you doing there, blondie?” You descended again as he attempted to respond, turning the first word out of his mouth into a high, shaky moan.
“It’s - ohhhh , it’s so good. You’re so good. I feel like my legs are gonna give out.”
Well, you couldn’t have that. You braced a palm on either of Mirio’s thighs, sinking further and further until the head of his cock breached the back of your throat. You took a long, steadying breath before continuing carefully forward until your nose brushed against his hair and the sound that spilled from Mirio’s mouth was otherworldly. His speech had completely dissolved into strangled curses between gasping breaths, only occasionally forcing out a “So tight.” or “ Please! ” and his thighs were quivering under your palms.
And then both his hands were suddenly tugging your hair, still not hard enough to hurt but definitely hard enough to get you to pull off. “Hold on, hold on I’m gonna come!” He babbled, gently tugging you off his length.
“That’s the idea,” You teased, running your tongue over his head one more time. “ C’mon, Mirio~. ”
The next thing you felt was his length pulsing in your hand as something hot, and wet , splattered across your cheeks and dribbled down your chin. Both of you froze, and Mirio’s hands left your hair in an instant to slap over his mouth. The silence in the little closet was deafening.
“Oh my god.” He hissed through interlocked fingers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- well I did, but not on- I didn’t know if you wanted to uh, to swallow it or… I am so sorry!”
“It’s okay!” You did your best to calm the man, though you could practically hear the steam pouring out of his ears. “Just let me, ah fuck. Ah, got it!” You fumbled your phone out of your pocket and flicked on the flashlight. The little closet was filled with light, and you finally got your first glimpse at Mirio’s face. He was flushed utterly red, though you weren’t sure how much of that was from the blowjob and how much of that was because he just came all over your face. As soon as he could see you he gulped, bringing a thumb up to swipe his release off of your cheek. You grabbed his wrist before he could pull away and sucked his thumb into your mouth, and Mirio’s knees finally gave out, sending him to the floor with a loud THUMP .
“Whoa! You okay there?”
“Y-yeah, just catching my breath.” He gave you a shy smile. The two of you started giggling, Mirio pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and offering it to you. “You might need this.” You gladly accepted.
The little bubble of peaceful energy you had created in that moment passed just as quickly when someone began hammering on the door, followed by Nejire’s cheery call of “ONE MINUTE!”
“Fuck!” You hissed, rubbing at your face with the fabric.
“I think you got everything!”
“If I were you blondie, I’d be more worried about putting my dick away.”
“Oh shoot! Yeah, probably important.”
The two of you scrambled to right yourselves, you straightening Mirio’s shirt as he frantically patted down your hair, barely reaching presentability before Nejire threw the door open, grinning at you like she’d caught two kids with their hands in the cookie jar.
“Soooooooooooo,” She drawled, “Did you two have fun?”
You and Mirio exchanged a playful look before Mirio poked Nejire in the forehead. “As much fun as you can have in a closet.” He replied. Nejire frowned, sticking out her tongue at him. As she lead him away he glanced over his shoulder just long enough to see you give him a wink and a ‘call me’ gesture with your hand. He smiled, cheeks flushing a now-familiar shade of pink.
“Hey, hey, hey Mirio! Why is your face turning all red?”