Day Thirty-Three

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Thirty-Three days.

That's how long you've been employed as secretary to Mirio Togata, better known to his fans as Lemillion, and honestly, the job is amazing. There are no words to express just how much you've loved working with him. You weren't exactly sure what to expect considering the horror stories you'd heard from others about Pro Hero attitudes. The more popular they were, or thought they were, the nastier their personality was. But Mirio was so far from that description and you counted yourself abundantly lucky for it.
He was the best part of the job - he's sweet, ridiculously handsome and always complimenting you, for everything. Even with how busy he was between Hero duties and his business, Mirio managed to remain literal walking sunshine, emanating warmth and light wherever he went.
And that smile - god. You had no doubt it contained the power to melt even the coldest of hearts. It was so bright and contagious, making you feel so many different emotions.

As you slowly opened your eyes, sleep disturbed by the alarm buzzing loudly in your ear, you noticed a faint wetness between your legs. You raise your hand and swat the alarm off then bring it down to investigate, fingers meeting slick juices from your pussy to your thigh.

Oh, must've dreamed about Mirio again, you conclude.

Only he could elicit such a response from you, and so effortlessly at that. Mirio knew it too, purposely pushing all your buttons whenever he could. He even went as far once, as he walked you to your car, to tell you to dream about him because he'd surely be dreaming about you.
Fuck. You couldn't remember if you did or not, but you definitely thought about him while you masturbated that night. More memories flood your brain and it's looking like solo session time before work.
Your body seems to agree as it moves on its own, legs spreading to give your hand more access while your free hand slithers to one of your breasts, kneading and pinching the nipple between your fingertips. Your slippery clit is worked by gentle fingers as you pull memories from when Mirio fucked you on his desk. He had teased you so badly, had made you ache for him, made you throb just like you are now. You plunge your fingers deep inside you, trying to reach the walls Mirio's dick had touched as he pumped, driving you mad with pleasure. Moans spill from your lips as you find your rhythm - in, out, in, out, attempting to replicate the magic touch Mirio's fingers seemed to have. The sound of his loud groans fill your head as you pick up the pace, drawing more moisture to lubricate your digits and you arch your back when you feel a tingle dance across your pelvis. It's close, so, so close, but you need a bit more.
You reach your breast hand over to your nightstand, opening the drawer to grab your trusty Bunni Vibrator. You switch it on, causing your mouth to water in anticipation. Removing your soaked fingers, you thrust the vibrator in as far as you can take, tremors reaching your g-spot. You yelp and pant, pumping harder and faster. When you switch on the Bunni's ears, your swollen clit comes back to life and the electric tingles snake all over you, overwhelming your entire nervous system. Legs tremble uncontrollably and curse words coupled with Mirio's name bounce off your bedroom walls as the coil of orgasm constricts tighter, tighter.. tight-
"FUUUCK!" you scream, drowning your Bunni and sheets in come as orgasmic waves wash over your entire body, rendering you temporarily immobile. Your limbs jerk violently as your high begins to dissolve, muscles now going limp while you catch your breath and relish the feeling. It's not the same as when it was Mirio, but it'll do for now. You pull the toy out of you and slowly sit up, stretching into a loud yawn. Rustling your hair, you stand and head for the bathroom grabbing a bottle of toy cleaner, telling yourself to remove those sheets before you leave.

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Walking into Mirio's building, you can't stop the smile spreading across your face when you see his image on the wall in the lobby. Warm and welcoming, with his signature thumbs-up - it created such a positive energy that was hard to ignore. You continue toward the elevators, pressing the call button when it's within reach and taking the moment to smooth your skirt.
White and yellow fitted button-down, blue knee-length pencil skirt and white pumps, topped off with red lipstick and ruby studded earrings - a nod to his hero costume.