(This chapter may or may not contain R 18 scene please be aware)
As I was walking to my room. My thoughts wandered, replaying the moments from today. I had just turned a corner when suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm and forcefully pushed me against the wall. Before I could react, another hand slammed into the wall next to my head.
It was her.
Midnight:Hey there, Cinnamon Roll.
Midnight's voice was low and teasing, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw and brushing against my cheek. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I immediately felt my face heat up.
I tried to keep my composure, but my blush betrayed me.
Izuku:N-Nemuri, we're in school. Can we... can we save this for later?
She gave me a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Midnight:How about no?
Her voice dripped with playful defiance, and I could see her taking great pleasure in my embarrassment.
I glanced down the hallway nervously, my heart racing.
Izuku:What if someone sees us?
I muttered, my face burning. My mind was screaming at me to use One Above All and vanish right there, but deep down, I knew it wouldn't stop her. If anything, she'd just find me.
Her grin widened, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Let them," she whispered, her breath brushing against my ear.
Midnight:You've been getting a little too close to those girls in Class 1-A.
She leaned in even closer, her body pressing against mine, and I froze in place.
Midnight:I just had to remind you who you belong to.
Before I could respond, she suddenly kissed me. Her lips met mine with a surprising softness at first, but there was an intensity behind it that made me feel lightheaded. Her hand, which had been next to my head, slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place as she deepened the kiss. The sensation overwhelmed me, a mix of warmth, passion, and something else-possessiveness.
I couldn't move. My mind went blank, all thoughts of escaping forgotten as I focused solely on the feeling of her lips against mine. My heart pounded in my chest, my face growing hotter by the second. She was unrelenting, her kiss lingering as if to make sure I wouldn't forget it anytime soon.
What's that sensation in my pants, please go away
When she finally pulled away, I gasped for breath, my entire face burning with embarrassment. My knees felt weak, and I was sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"N-Nemuri!" I stammered, still trying to catch my breath.
Izuku:We're in school! Someone... someone can see us!
My words were barely coherent, and I cursed myself for sounding so flustered. I could already tell she was getting a kick out of my reaction.
She chuckled darkly, her lips still hovering dangerously close to mine. "Then let them," she repeated, her tone daring.
Midnight:You've been getting awfully close to those girls in Class 1-A, and I just couldn't help but remind you that you're mine.
Her words sent a jolt of shock through me. I swallowed nervously, looking away from her intense gaze.
Izuku:Jealous much?
I muttered under my breath, trying to defuse the situation, though my voice lacked confidence.
She tilted her head, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Jealous?" she repeated, her voice a mixture of mock surprise and something far more sinister. She moved her hand to my waist, gripping it tightly.
Midnight:I'm not jealous, Izuku
she whispered, her voice low and menacing.
I flinched slightly at her grip, but I forced myself to look into her eyes. "Really?" I asked, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Izuku:Because it sure feels like you are.
Her smile didn't waver, but there was something almost predatory in her expression.
Midnight:i'm just... protective, that's all
she said sweetly, though there was a sharp edge to her words.
Midnight:You see, I've noticed how those girls look at you. Ochaco, Mina, Momo, Tsuyu... and let's not forget that invisible girl, Hagakure she's been attached to you lately
I froze. She's been spying on me?
Before I could even form a proper response, she leaned in again, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered,
Midnight:I'm not jealous let's just say I'm curious
What kind of curiosity is that
My eyes widened. I could smell the faint scent of jealousy in the air-the pheromones she was releasing were almost overwhelming. It was making me even more nervous. "Nemuri, I-"
She cut me off, her fingers pressing against my lips to silence me.
Midnight:shh... you don't have to explain. I know what you're thinking
she cooed softly.
Midnight:You think I'm overreacting, don't you?
I nodded slightly, but she only grinned wider.
Midnight:Don't worry
she continued, her hand moving from my lips to cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet her gaze.
Midnight:I'm not angry. I just need you to remember...
Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
Midnight:You belong to me, Izuku. And no one else.
Her words sent a chill down my spine. I wasn't sure how to respond. Part of me wanted to push her away and run, but another part of me... well, I couldn't deny there was something magnetic about her intensity. It was overwhelming, but in a way that left me breathless.
I forced myself to speak, though my voice was shaky, why am I so scared of her
I've faced several times worse than this but my legs can't stop shaking my nerves are screaming at me to run
Izuku:You know... you could just say you're jealous
I said, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
Her grip on my waist tightened, pulling me even closer. Her face was only inches from mine now, her eyes dark with amusement and something else I couldn't quite place. "I told you," she whispered, her smile turning more wicked. "I'm not jealous."
But her tone told a different story.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I met her gaze. "Nemuri..." I started, but the words died in my throat.
She chuckled softly, her fingers tracing my jawline again.
Midnight:What's the matter, Cinnamon Roll? Cat got your tongue?
I couldn't respond. My mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions. I didn't know how to handle her I didn't know how to respond to this. Midnight had always been intense, but this... this was something else entirely.
She leaned in again, her lips hovering just over mine
Midnight:Remember this, Izuku
she whispered, her voice soft but filled with a dangerous promise.
Midnight:you're mine. And I don't share.
Before I could react, she pressed her lips against mine once more, sealing her words with another fierce kiss. This time, it felt even more possessive, as if she was marking me, claiming me as her own.
My face flushed again, but I didn't resist. I didn't have the strength to.
When she finally pulled away, she gave me one last lingering look, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Midnight:See you around, Cinnamon Roll
she purred, releasing me and turning on her heel, sauntering down the hallway as if nothing had happened.
I stood there, leaning against the wall, still trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. My mind was spinning, and my heart was racing.
What had just happened?
I ran a hand through my hair, still feeling the warmth of her lips against mine, the possessive grip of her hands on my waist. This is getting out of hand, I thought to myself. Way out of hand.
But no matter how hard I tried to shake the feeling, I couldn't help but have this thought in my head
Something is wrong with her
And why do I find that attractive
(It seems Izuku's preference is dominant women, not bad)
Finally reaching my room, my mind was still spinning from the intense encounter in the hallway. I needed a moment to clear my head. But as I opened the door, I froze. My breath caught in my throat, and my face immediately flushed crimson.
There, standing in the middle of my room, was Nemuri.
But this wasn't just any Nemuri. She was wearing the most revealing lingerie I had ever seen-deep crimson, almost matching the shade of her usual hero costume, but far more daring. The fabric clung to her curves in ways I didn't think were even possible, thin straps tracing the outline of her body, barely covering her in strategic places. The sheer lace of the lingerie left very little to the imagination, her long legs accentuated by thigh-high stockings. The low-cut bra highlighted her cleavage, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding to her sultry appearance.
I immediately felt my face heat up, blood rushing to my cheeks. My eyes instinctively darted away.
Izuku:Wh-What... What are you wearing?
I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, completely overwhelmed.
She chuckled softly, the sound low and seductive, sending chills down my spine.
Nemuri:Do you like it?
she asked, her voice dripping with amusement, knowing full well the effect she was having on me.
I could hear her footsteps, slow and deliberate, as she began walking towards me. My back was still to her, but I felt her presence getting closer, the air around me growing warmer. I wanted to move, but I was frozen in place, my mind a mess of panic, embarrassment, and... something else in my pants
Izuku:I... I don't know what to say
I muttered, my heart pounding in my chest. I kept my eyes firmly on the floor, afraid that if I looked at her, my entire body would combust from the heat of my blush.
Nemuri:Oh, come on, Izuku
she teased, her voice closer now. "Look at me."
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut as if that would make the situation disappear.
Izuku:I-I can't. We're in school. This... this isn't appropriate!
I managed to squeak out, though my voice lacked any real conviction
Suddenly, I felt her hand on my chin, soft and warm, gently tilting my head up. "Look at me," she repeated, her voice softer this time but no less commanding.
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, my gaze slowly rising until I met hers. Her eyes, filled with mischief and desire, locked onto mine, and my breath caught in my throat again. I tried to avoid looking at her body, but it was impossible not to notice the way the lingerie clung to her figure, emphasizing every curve. My blush deepened to a shade I didn't think was possible.
Nemuri grinned, clearly pleased with my reaction. "There we go," she whispered, her fingers still holding my chin, preventing me from looking away.
Nemuri;Now, isn't that better?
I swallowed hard, trying to form some kind of coherent response, but nothing came out. I felt like a fish out of water, my mouth opening and closing as I struggled to process the situation.
Izuku:Y-You're gonna get us in trouble
I finally managed to blurt out, my voice barely above a whisper.
Izuku:What if someone sees us? What if... what if Aizawa-sensei finds out?
Her smile widened, her fingers gently caressing my jawline as she leaned in closer. "Let him," she purred.
Nemuri:It's not like we're doing anything wrong... yet.
My eyes widened at her words, and I instinctively took a step back, only to find myself pressed against the wall.
Izuku:Y-You're not supposed to be in here
I protested weakly, my heart racing faster by the second so did what was in my pants
Stand down soldier, must resist temptation
But her chest is pointing at me
Nemuri didn't seem the least bit concerned. In fact, my flustered state only seemed to amuse her more. She took another step forward, closing the distance between us, her body mere inches from mine.
Nemuri:You're so cute when you're all nervous like this
she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
I tried to avert my gaze again, but she was quick to stop me, her thumb brushing against my lips in a way that made my whole body tense up.
Nemuri:There's no need to be so shy, Izuku
she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
Nemuri:After all, I came here just for you.
My mind raced. What was happening? This whole situation was spiraling out of control, and I didn't know how to stop it.
Izuku:N-Nemuri, we... we can't...
"Can't what?" she interrupted, her voice sultry and teasing.
Nemuri:Can't be together? Can't have a little fun? You've been working so hard, Izuku. You deserve to relax a bit.
Her hand moved to my shoulder, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
Nemuri:And who better to help you unwind than your favorite teacher/girlfriend?
I gulped, my brain screaming at me to get out of the situation, but my body was betraying me.
Izuku:... I don't think this is a good idea
I said, though even to me, my voice sounded unconvincing.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear.
Nemuri:Oh? And why's that?
she whispered, her tone dripping with amusement.
Nemuri:You didn't seem to mind earlier when I kissed you in the hallway.
My face grew even hotter at the memory, and I shifted uncomfortably.
izuku:Th-That was different. You-
She cut me off again, this time pressing her body against mine, her hand sliding up to the back of my neck. "Was it?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Nemuri:Because I remember you didn't pull away. In fact...
She grinned, her eyes dark with mischief.
Nemuri:I think you liked it.
I froze, her words sending a wave of panic through me. "I-I didn't..." I tried to protest, but the words got stuck in my throat.
Nemuri chuckled softly, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw.
Nemuri:You don't have to pretend with me, Izuku
she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
Nemuri:I know exactly what you're thinking.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Y-You do?" I asked, my voice shaky.
She nodded, her grin widening.
Nemuri:Of course I do. I've been watching you, after all.
She leaned in, her lips dangerously close to mine.
Nemuri:I know how hard you've been working. I know how stressed you've been. And I know exactly how to help you relax.
Thank you...I mean no
I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. My back was pressed firmly against the wall, and Nemuri wasn't giving me any room to escape.
Izuku:Nemuri, we really shouldn't...
I muttered, though even I could hear the hesitation in my voice.
She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Why not?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Nemuri:No one's going to know. It'll be our little secret.
Her fingers brushed against my lips
Third person view
Midnight took the lead, her hands roaming over Izuku's body with expert precision. She had him pinned beneath her, her lingerie-clad form pressing against his as she claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Izuku's hands fumbled at the laces of her undergarments, finally freeing her large, heaving breasts. He cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples and drawing soft moans from her lips.
Midnight:You're quite good at this
Midnight purred, her eyes lidded with desire. "I didn't know you had it in you."
Izuku flushed, averting his gaze shyly.
Izuku:I...I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just following your lead.
Nemuri chuckled, capturing his chin and forcing him to meet her smoldering gaze.
Nemuri:No worries, dear. I'll make sure you feel real good.
She pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his hips as she reached for the fastenings of his pants. With a swift tug, she had them off, revealing his straining erection. Midnight's eyes widened, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks.
Nemuri:ara~ ara~. That is quite impressive
she breathed, wrapping a hand around his girth.
Nemuri:I'm not sure it will all fit.
Izuku groaned at her touch, his hips bucking up involuntarily. Nemuri giggled, leaning down to run her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Clear fluid beaded at the tip, and she lapped it up with a hum of approval.
She began to stroke him with long, languid motions, her hand twisting around the head on every upstroke. Izuku's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensations, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. It didn't take long before he was spilling over her fingers with a strangled cry.
But nemuri wasn't done with him yet. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around his thick length. Izuku nearly sobbed at the tight, wet heat engulfing him, his hands fisting in her hair. Nemuri bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every pass until her nose was pressed against his pelvis.
She worked him with single-minded focus, her tongue swirling around the head before she swallowed him down to the root. Izuku saw stars, his entire body drawn taut as a bowstring. Nemuri's free hand crept between his legs to cup and massage his heavy balls, and that was it. With a hoarse shout, Izuku spilled himself down her throat, his vision whiting out at the edges.
Nemuri gentled him through his release, lapping at him until he was spent and boneless. She crawled up his body to capture his mouth in a filthy kiss, sharing his own essence with him. Izuku could only cling to her, his heart hammering against his ribs.
When she finally drew back, nemuri was flushed and panting, her lips swollen and slick with saliva.
Nemuri:You did so well, my dear. I knew you would be a natural
she praised, petting his sweat-damp hair.
Izuku could only hum in response, his brain still fogged with pleasure. He pulled her down for another kiss, already feeling himself stir with renewed interest. It seemed the night was still young, and nemuri had plenty more to teach him.
The evening was still young as Nemuri and Izuku found themselves in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined in a sensual dance. Nemuri's curvaceous figure pressed against Izuku's lean, scarred physique, her ample bosom heaving with each ragged breath.
Nemuri now straddled Izuku, his throbbing manhood nestled between the plush cheeks of her ample derriere. She could feel her own arousal, slick juices trickling down her thighs. Izuku's face flushed crimson, overcome with desire yet hesitant.
Nemuri:if you want to stop or end this right here, just say it
Nemuri cooed, her hands roaming over Izuku's chiseled chest and abdomen. She traced the grotesque scars marring his skin, evidence of his harrowing past. Nemuri meant every word - she would never want Izuku to feel uncomfortable or pressured.
Izuku swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.
Izuku:I...I want to do it...with you nemuri
A sultry smile played across Nemuri's full lips.
Nemuri:Then we'll do it raw.
The meaning behind her words eluded Izuku.
Rising up, Nemuri grasped Izuku's rigid shaft, positioning the swollen head at her dripping entrance. With a sensual moan, she sank down, impaling herself on his thick length. They both cried out in ecstasy, Izuku's eyes rolling back at the exquisite sensation of her tight, velvety walls enveloping him.
Nemuri:You're...so big
Nemuri panted, taking a moment to adjust to his size stretching her. She began to undulate her hips, riding him with wanton abandon. Izuku thrust up to meet her, his hands gripping her wide hips as he lost himself in pleasure.
Their coupling was a frenzied tangle of sweat-slicked skin and grasping limbs. Nemuri bounced on Izuku's lap, her heavy breasts jiggling with each movement. Izuku latched onto a dusky nipple, suckling greedily as Nemuri threw her head back in rapture.
Nemuri:Yes, Izuku! Just like that!
she keened, nails raking down his back.
Nemuri:You feel so good inside me...stretching me...filling me up!
She leaned down, kissing him deeply as she continued to ride him. Her tongue danced with his as she made love to him.
Izuku moaned against her breast, hips pistoning furiously. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the room, joined by their symphony of grunts and moans. Nemuri clenched rhythmically around Izuku's plundering cock, her walls rippling along his shaft.
"I'm getting close!" Izuku gritted out, his thrusts becoming erratic. Nemuri ground down harder, taking him impossibly deep.
Nemuri:Come for me, baby. I want to feel you explode inside me
she urged breathlessly.
Nemuri:Paint my insides white with your hot seed!
With a guttural roar, Izuku erupted, his member jerking as he spilled himself in thick, creamy spurts. Nemuri followed soon after, her sex fluttering wildly as she came undone. They clung to each other, shuddering and gasping through the aftershocks.
Finally, Nemuri collapsed atop Izuku's heaving chest, both of them slick with sweat and spent passion. She nuzzled into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his damp skin.
"I love you," Izuku murmured, strong arms wrapping around her. Nemuri smiled against his throat, heart full to bursting.
Nemuri:I love you too, Izuku. So very much.
And there, in that perfect moment, the two lovers basked in the afterglow, their hearts and bodies intertwined as one.