Y/N has been a hero for about one year now. And it's really not what she imagined it to be. She dislikes her job, she's not having a good time and people just don't seem to notice her. Y/N wants to change that and what better way would there be tha...
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Y/N woke up feeling sore... everywhere. The alarm on her phone was going off and she knew she had to get up and get to work, but... when she opened her eyes she knew exactly that she was not going to be able to go to work today. He was still there. Right there, in her bed. Eraserhead... Shota. Fuck. Somehow she had almost convinced herself that she had made all of that up and it had never happened. But at least she knew why she was so sore now.
Shota let out an irritated grunt as he heard the loud beeping of a device, his eyes opening to the sound of a phone. His brows narrowed, knowing he didn't use a phone to wake him up. He turned around to spot Y/N... fuck, it was the Illusion Hero. Had he slept with a hero? Y/N saw him opening his eyes and her brain immediately short-circuited. She pressed her eyes shut and pretended to still be asleep. Anything, so she wouldn't have to deal with him. She didn't think she could. Not after he made her cum God knows how many times last night. And she never even showered. Fuck, she probably still had cum dripping out of her...
Shota shut off the alarm on her phone, before rolling over completely to face Y/N. She was asleep and yet she appeared to be so beautiful... ravaging... the way her shut eyes made her blind to what was coming for her from him, her mouth, her small mouth that had somehow managed to fit the entirety of his cock, the fine texture of her hair when he would grab onto it and pull it. All of that made her gorgeous.
He unraveled the covers from her body. Fuck, silk-like skin, soft to the touch, smooth and pale. Her thighs were well muscled, as expected of a hero, and her thighs had dried cum marked on them. Fuck. It would be a pleasant surprise if she was still sopping wet from last night. Shota got on his knees and crawled on top of her, his knees on either side of her sleeping form.
He needed to be inside of her more, feel her until every inch of her was memorized and stuck in the walls of his mind. They would be the only thing on his mind. He stroked his cock lightly, letting out a few unsatisfied huffs. He needed to be in her, now.
Y/N wasn't sure whether he knew she wasn't actually asleep or not, but... she didn't want to move. The way he was touching her skin immediately made her want him again. He had felt so damn good inside her last night... and it seemed like his touch made her skin burn, especially when he moved down to her thighs, examining them closely, before he mounted on top of her, his knees either side of her. She didn't move, she didn't dare move, in case he would stop whatever he was doing if he knew she was awake.
Fuck, why was he able to make her feel like this? It was ridiculous. She heard him huffing a few times and heard how he was stroking himself lightly. It was so difficult not to open her eyes and watch what he was doing. Fuck, was he going to cum all over her? The thought of that was really hot... but she also wanted him inside her...
Shota let out another groan before leaning down towards Y/N, his arms on either side of her head as they supported him, guiding his hips gently towards hers, his tip at her entrance. He didn't even care that she would wake up to him fucking her to oblivion, he just needed more of this, more of her.
