#mostly ooc

you were conflicted internally by the proposition, but going against better judgement you said yes. he seemed pretty happy by the situation and you two properly exchanged numbers. it's not uncommon that atleast once a week he gives you a booty call, simply giving you a motel location and a time followed by an emoji.

you know you should turn him down and that what you have right now is terrible. it twists your stomach knowing that he's cheating on his wife with you, sometimes you wonder if she even knows what he's doing during his late night visits with you. you wonder if she's also seeing others, and that's why he chooses to lay you.

it's another late night visit with him that has you mostly ponder this. it's his usual set-up, a simple text with all the details you need followed by another asking if it was possible for you to make it. you always respond with a yes against your better judgement, knowing you should say no to a married man.

next thing you know you're in the motel room and he's already fighting to get his throbbing cock for you. rarely are words shared between you two, usually if words are said it's normally a moan or him asking if he can cum in you.

you should feel guilty about this, but regardless you can't think about it, especially when the pleasure of him fingering you kicks in, his hands needy to just feel you and fill you out. soon he has you pushed onto the bed as your hands wrap around the red tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum across the pad of your thumb and around his tip. he lets out a soft moan as he catches your lips with a rugged and desperate kiss.

you can barely process whats happening until you find him thrusting into your hole with an iron grip on one of your wrists. you pity your motel neighbors, knowing that nothing can disguise the act. the giveaway sign of the moans leaving from your mouths, the wet slaps of his cock meeting your hole, the bed creaking under the force of deku's thrusts, even just the the sound of your thighs rubbing against him.

"can i cum in you?" he asks, drawing you away for a split moment of the carnal passion. without even thinking you give him a resounding yes as he further proceeds to drill you, the way his cock met all your sensitive spots leaving you close to a climax as you wrap your legs around him. his thrusts become uneven and clearly seeking his own climax, he buries his head into the crook of your neck. the revelation of him using you for his own pleasure throws you over the edge, a poorly-hidden moan leaving your lips.

suddenly he shoves his head deep into your crook as he lets out a soft whine as you felt his cum shoot deep within your hole. his pace considerably slows before he pulls out, leaving you both panting softly in the warm lustful heat of the room. he soon then moves to go clean himself.

there rarely was much in terms in aftercare other than him offering you a hot wet towel to clean yourself with before he either leaves or crawls into bed to rest. it was in the aftermath you remember that outside of this room you mean nothing to him, and only exist as a hole for him to fuck. you sometimes wonder if you're his only side piece or if you're one side piece out of a list.

two hours into laying into bed with him, you couldn't sleep since your mind was too far deep into thinking about the implications of your relationship with him. you heard a soft snore leave his mouth, signifying his resting state. you take that as an opportunity to get up and sit in the dark away from him. you find yourself right by the window looking out at the resting dark world, watching the tiny cars from the 6th floor and the bright neon lights from the various buildings located around the motel.

you've seen his interviews before, mostly the ones with him and his wife, pro-hero uravity. on camera they seem like an old married couple, he seems so soft and loving around her. in interviews where she isn't present, he always seems to find a way to bring up his wife, talking about how wonderful she is. he seems so amazing and kind under the eye of a camera, but you suppose this is a lesson in perspective.

though you would never have the opportunity to ask, and you're sure this will end eventually, you wonder what led him to cheating on his wife with you. you feel terrible about you knowingly sleeping with another woman's husband, but you try to justify it to yourself; you're not the initiator so it's not like you're solely at fault right? plus it's all just carnal acts, it's not like there's any feelings attached so it's not that bad, right?