They were alone in her apartment.
Izuku wished he never took a second helping her of beef stew for he feared the lunch will be on his lap. He sat timidly on her armchair. She instructed him to not move. She wanted Izuku at the palm of her hand. She didn't need music. She didn't need any motivation to bring her sex appeal.
They would have never named her Pro Hero 18+ for nothing.
Today, the alias wasn't needed. Midnight's costume lies on the dining room table along with unpaid bills, cheap Chinese food coupons, and empty beer cans. Nemuri was her moniker whenever she and Izuku were together. Well, this was his first time she had invited him to her apartment. On a whim, after the school bell made its final sound, she mustered up the courage to surprise with a trick of her own. She didn't have to activate her power. She didn't even have to use any technology.
A piece of paper scrawled by a 0.7mm mechanical pencil did the trick. It supplied Nemuri Koyama what she needed for Izuku to come over to her place.
Do you like to come and visit me this Saturday?
Check: _Yes _No _Maybe
Izuku blinked awkwardly of this newfound, yet retroactive request. They were alone. The sun setting as the movement of shadows was given him only a few moments to make a decision. Her eyes glared at the piece of paper, awaiting his answer. He quickly checked it and immediately rushed out of the classroom.
His scent lingered into her nostrils. Invigorating, entrancing, letting her know that adulthood was upon the emerald teen. She held the lone paper in a seat that once sat Izuku. She inhaled its scent, leaving a smile for knowing that she didn't even have to read it.
His answer came when he knocked on her door that Saturday morning. She didn't give him a time. She allowed him that option to come when he felt pleased. She wasn't doing anything the following evening. Eating leftover Nigerian food, watching funny YouTube videos, and flipping through pages of job options for her teaching career was a dead end. As much as enjoyed teaching Hero History and entrancing boys, she wanted more than that.
Something to give her life. Something to give her a purpose. She wanted more than to be a hero.
She wanted someone that was going to rescue her. Who will wear that cape?
Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat as she walked into his direction. Acting nimble, agile, playing coy as she slowly took off her bra and panties. There was no appeal in those undergarments. Midnight wore sexy lingerie to attract the masses. Nemuri wore dollar store panties for lingerie gave her a rash and constriction to her blood circulation.
"I've never done this to just anyone before," she told him in a tiny whisper. Her husky voice was low enough to make Izuku melt. In all honesty, it was a lie. Just a week before, she had a gentleman come over and they had relations. There was no love. There was no fulfillment. He got his twenty minutes and all she received was a pack of cigarettes and a case of disappointment. Another man to block on her cell phone and inform the cops if he was to stop by. By then, the men were looking at her as unreachable or complicated.
"Kayama-sensei," the green haired child yelped. "I am a bit nervous."
She put her finger to her lips, enticing silence. It was her turn to speak. She didn't want him to speak. Her fear of his speaking will bring second thoughts. He had to be expecting something for there were condoms in his back pocket after she told him to take off his clothes.
Nevertheless, he wasn't any teenage boy. He wasn't hyped about the impending sex of an older woman. He was a different type of specimen.
That alone made her crave for Izuku even more. Most guys would have taken her, bend her over on the kitchen table, and spilled his manly seed. Or, if it was a teenager, the first thing would have been her breasts.
But not Izuku.
He was a child, waiting for his mother's next word.
"Don't be nervous, Izuku. There is nothing to worry about," she told him with certainty. "Let me take care of you for quite a spell." She pursed her lips. "Would you allow that for me, sweetie."
He nodded quietly, giving her permission.
She tiptoed to the armchair. Slowly, she edged her fingers to his arm. The hairs stood violently on his skin. She felt his shivering. She felt the tension of nervousness. This kid was a nubile, a virgin.
She slid her fingers to his collarbone, following by his chest. "I must say Izuku, you have a nice physique."
"Thank you," he said nervously. His stomach grumbled, knowing that his body is getting prepared for where she preparing to go.
"Don't be nervous, I tell you," she reassured him. "One thing at a time, okay?"
"Yes, Kayama-sensei."
She put her finger to his lips. He felt the softness, the moistness. He shivered like a leaf. She drew her hot breath onto his beet-red ears. She whispered, "Call me Nemuri." She made a route for his groin with his free-hand. Izuku grunted loudly. He muttered and shook, landing his face on her hand for support.
Izuku released too soon.
He looked like a skittish kitten for his failure to launch. "Nemuri...I mean Kayama-sensei, Midnight...I am...I am…" No time for talking, she thought as she locked lips with him. She hoped that the kiss would calm him down a touch. Honestly, this was the first time she had ever been this sensual with anyone, let alone a sixteen-year-old. "Don't worry. I am not mad," she told him as she stroked his hair. "Like I said, let me take care of you."
She positioned herself on top of him. Izuku blurted. "Kayama-sensei, the con-..." She shushed him. She withdrew her breath into his ear. "Let me take care of you, okay?" He felt her wettest muscle touching his ear. She trailed from the ridges to within the canal. "I must say, Izuku. You are quite interesting."
"How so," he asked.
"Don't worry. A woman never tells," she said. "Now clench your teeth." She pecked him on his nose. "Breathe in, breathe out."
Izuku breathed deep. In. Out. Within a split second, she pushed her body onto his groin. It was a new sensation to Nemuri. Didn't register on her clock. No rough indentures. No strong sexual gestures. Just very silent as he kept his eyes closed. She can hear him breathe. And that was all she needed.
The side of his thighs was pressed against hers. She knew she was in control. She had the upper hand. If Izuku knew that his girth can break hearts. Nemuri really felt like a brand new virgin.
Izuku surrendered completely as he buried his face into her breast. She allowed him to suckle on it. She had wanted this for so long now, to craved his human flesh, for his tongue to taste his breath.
They were both caught up in the moment. She felt for him. The more he thrust, the more he became comfortable. This was lust. Not that one-night stand followed by an awkward funky goodbye. She enveloped her body deeper with him as if she was establishing a connection with his body. She planted a kiss on his forehead, licking from one part to the next. She wanted to taste his thoughts. What was Izuku really thinking?
He reached for her breasts, pulled me upward. They twisted and turned and it started all over again like a cycle. She sensed everything, that immense magnetic field between them. Electricity.
She implanted her teeth into his neck. She broke skin. He didn't flinch. She dug her nails tightly into the skin. He didn't flinch.
This wasn't her ordinary encounter with a man. Izuku was trying to communicate with her. He just didn't know what to say. Like a mother does with a child, she was there to instruct.
"Kayama-sensei, I am getting close. I must pull out." She heard his pleas, but she didn't want to hear it. She wanted warmth. She wanted to fill his warmth. To ingest the life that could possibly be brought into her. She knew just one more sharp whisper would set him off.
"It's okay, baby," she whispered. "Come for me if you must."
He grunted as he released his sperm inside of Nemuri. Nemuri accepted each and every one of his love deposit into her bank. She lifted her head to embrace this ignima of pleasure.
She didn't reach the climax she had hoped, but it felt pleasurable for a change. At least, she didn't have to worry about this one chasing after her or wanting to use her.
Izuku Midoriya was different. This emerald cinnamon roll was a boy she knew that he was something special.
No cuddling happened. There wasn't any further talk. Izuku cleaned himself up. He wanted to assist Nemuri but she told him she was okay. She packed him a lunch to take back to home. He bowed to her goodbye and left.
She didn't bother to shower. She took a wash off from the bathroom sink and dried herself off with a towel. She finished the rest of her beef stew, drank a beer, and went to bed.
Even as she shut her eyes, she wondered why she allowed herself to do those kinds of things. Was it for the chase of pursuing...
...or she wanted to be pursued. She tried to not think more as she turned off her lamp and went to bed.
A few days have passed since their little encounter at her apartment. Izuku sat alone at school as he attempted to eat his mother's lunch. He wasn't hungry. Haven't been in the last couple of days. The emerald child decided to call this lunch a defeat and ventured the roof of the school.
Kayama-sensei hasn't been to school lately. He wanted to contact her, but was afraid to establish contact. Izuku wore his heart on his sleeve. He thought that she wasn't coming to school was because of their interaction with each other.
He thought he was doing the best he could. Through the magazines from his father's drawer and the internet videos, he thought he could master the concept. But all of it was lust. Lust was the farthest thing from his mind when it came to Kayama-sensei. When receiving the invitation, he was delighted. He was just nervous.
And the only reason why he only looked at those pornographic materials was because Katsuki bagered him on why he was acting strange that day.
He told himself that if she didn't come to school the next day, then he would go back to her apartment. He needed some closure. Even if she didn't feel that way for him, he just wanted answers.
Before heading home, he decided that he needed to make a pit stop. He went on his cell phone to look up the nearest pharmacy. His hands were trembling from the cold so much that he had difficulty typing on his smartphone. After taking a few breaths, he was able to find the nearest pharmacy from his house, which was convenient.
If Kayama-sensei was sick, then he could get some medicine and soup for her. It was the least he could do for her inviting him.
He passed through the automatic doors as he entered the pharmacy. He looked around. There were hardly any customers. After getting some soup and some medicine, he headed toward the register to purchase his items. On his way, he surprisingly saw Kayama-sensei.
She was wearing her civilian attire, a jacket and leggings. Her hair was unkempt and messy. She was looking at the cashier's eye. "Ma'am, I would like to talk with your pharmacist."
"Sure! Is it an emergency?"
"Not really. You see I have taken a test and I think it is wrong."
"What kind of test?"
"I really don't want to say it out loud, but I can hand it to you."
Izuku ducked around the corner. He watched as Kayama-sensei handed her a pen-like instrument.
"Ma'am, the two strips indicate the truth. And it never lies."
"Well, this one has to."
"If you like, I can supply you with a new one with no charge."
"That would be great. Thanks."
Izuku waited until Kayama-sensei got her item and left the store. He grew a bit concern for what she was talking about. He approached the counter with his things. He saw the penlike structure on the counter. The cashier eyed it. "Oh, I am so sorry, sir. Let me get that messy thing out of the way." She made a slight smirk. "Don't get women who are in denial about being pregnant."
"Pregnant," questioned Izuku out loud. He walked backwards before fainting on the floor.
To be continued….