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✦pairing: Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) x afab!reader

✦word count: 2.4k

✦warnings: angst/guilt, kissing, oral sex, clit-leashing, vaginal sex, dildos, praise, begging, pet names (angel)

Original Post ✦ Ms. Joke Ending

Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, but there’s something important you must do before it arrives.

“Hey, sorry for the trouble of bringing you out here”, you say meekly to the woman on the bench beside you, though her gaze is steady on the view before her.

The violent winds make her dark mane mask the sides of her face completely. “It’s okay if we skip the formalities. Just…tell me what you need”, she speaks curtly but her words cut crisp-clear, even through the whooshing of the breeze.

You take a preparatory exhale before turning to face her. “Nemuri, I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I never should’ve gone against your wishes and betrayed your trust. I’ve been wanting to say this for the longest time, yet I couldn’t find the right moment.”

The clear blue sky above you sharply contrasts the cloudy atmosphere of your mind as you string your thoughts together.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me or want to speak with me outside of work again, but I want to finally take responsibility for my actions.” Your jaw clenches with the everlasting silence that follows your words, each thick gulp you take feels deafeningly loud amidst it.

Kayama finally looks in your direction. Her nose blooms an angry red while her cheeks are stained with salt. “You knew how deeply I felt about you, but you only used that against me to gather more intel”, she says quietly. “Were your articles really worth more than me?”

“No, and I’ve come to realize that I’d much rather the world live without the truth if it meant protecting you.” You reach for her hands to cup them gently in your palms then bring them closer to you. “Nemuri, I mean it.”

And while your stare never falters, Kayama’s swiftly shifts downward.

“I need time to think”, she inevitably answers before pulling away to go.

You’re once again left alone to watch her outline shrink into the distance without a convincing way of stopping her.

There’s nothing left for you to do now that you’ve confessed how you’ve truly felt all this time.

You can only wait patiently as you continue to learn to atone for your past.

Will things ever be the same again?

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Valentine’s Day begins with a chilly, gray morning.

You stroll down the decorated halls of U.A. with flashy pink borders covering the school’s bulletin boards and dazzling red hearts ornamenting each door.

Despite the love that saturates the air, you find yourself struggling to plaster a smile on your face as you greet some of your students on the way to your classroom.

When the lights to your class flicker on, you spot a thin black envelope freckled with crimson hearts at the center of your desk.

A sliver of your lips upturn involuntarily, but you swiftly push your feelings aside, opting to read the message at the end of the school day. It’s too soon to get your hopes up you think as you tuck the stiff paper into your desk drawer to prepare yourself for another exciting lesson on media biases.

Students are more inattentive than usual today as they gossip about exchanged gifts and romance—but you don’t hold it against them as your mind also seems to drift to your after school plans as well.

Eventually, those plans come into fruition once your classroom is finally barren of the day's shriveled assignment papers. Your impatient fingers pry at the cherry wax seal on the envelope you received this morning, delicately tugging along the sides of the peeling adhesive to free the lilac page inside it.

The small letters simply read an address you’ve long imprinted within the confines of your head.

You swiftly take the first train home to freshen up before bouncing back into the streets just as quickly, Valentine’s gift in hand.

Your destination is an upscale building with around 30 floors, you stroll merrily along the tile-like pavement to the two neatly cut hedges on each side of the lighted entrance.

On your way to the elevator, shuffling footsteps and idle chatter fill your ears as the condominium’s occupants enter and exit the lobby.

A few button presses has you standing on the 21st floor, where you pad along the halls turning left and right while searching for the floor’s only room as directed.

Room 2110 lies to the centermost left, your heels clack together anxiously as they wait directly in front of the barrier of synthetic wood. The condo door opens to a robe-clad Nemuri, her dark luscious hair clipped back into a loose bun while her eyelids are stained black to match it.

The striking sight of her ignites lust in your veins. “Aren’t we too old for secret crushes?” You ask teasingly, eyes unable to pull away from the captivating streaks that enhance the blue of her irises.

Her slightly shimmering pink lips tug into a small crescent shape. “When has it ever been a secret?”

“Well, I don’t know”, you shift your gaze upward as if to recall it. “Maybe since you’ve been sending me emails playing as my secret admirer”, you smile cheekily, but Nemuri’s brows raise a little.

“Emails? I’ve done nothing of the sort.” If this were an act of faux innocence, it’d be a convincing one as her expression doesn’t provide even a morsel of indication about the matter.

Was her letter separate from the ones you received before?

It seems you’ve chosen wrong, but you can’t bring yourself to care—not now that you’ve been reunited with your former lover.

“Oh, my mistake. It’s not like it matters anymore”, you confess, stepping a bit closer to her. “I’m just really glad to see you.”

“Mhmm. And how glad are you really?” Her dainty fingers reach to caress your heated cheeks, eager and waiting to drag you in.

But, before she could minimize the distance herself, your arm swiftly encases the back of her form, drawing her lips onto yours as your free palm closes the door behind you before tenderly cupping beneath her chin.

She’s rigid at first, taken off guard by your sudden impulse to relent to the magnetism tugging between you both, but she soon reciprocates your touches.

The slippery wetness of her mouth is tantalizing as you nip at the soft skin on the sides, suppressing the underlying desire to devour her completely.

Her muffled gasps send sharp vibrations against your teeth, you consume each of her breaths with a ceaseless ardor as she continues to pant heavily from the intensity of your meshing lips. Your tongue easily slips between the gap while she sucks it into her mouth shamelessly to intertwine it with her own.

A sheen of sweat begins to coat your chest and neck at the brewing heat from the intensity of your movements. Her back arches against you as you make kneaded circles on the plump of her rear, fondly cupping the round flesh with the meat of your palms.

Your lips trail down to suckle where her chin meets her neck, and her unrestrained moans are much clearer as she releases them unabashedly into the air with each of your nibbles against her.

As your heated lips travel lower beneath her robe, you suddenly pull away to meet her gloss-eyed gaze.

“I’ve got you something”, you whisper softly,

placing a velvet beige box into the palms of her hands. “I always thought gold would complete you, not that you really need any accessories to look as elegant as you do.”

Her painted eyelids are downcast as she looks over the pair of golden handcuffs neatly nestled in the box’s cushion, while the whites of her eyes grow a bit in awe. “How sweet of you.” The corners of her lips curl upward significantly at that. “Now, let’s take this elsewhere”, she continues, turning to lead the way to her bedroom—a long but intriguing journey through her labyrinth of halls until you’re past a walnut door frame.

Deep rich ebony coats the spacious walls of her room while dimly lit lamps lie in all corners. The dark and dreamy aesthetic of her bedroom is also mimicked by her comforter and matching pillows at the very center of it all.

Nemuri ascends the small steps to reach the platform that supports her bed before placing the box aside and stopping at the edge to face your charmed demeanor.

Her pale hands begin slowly peeling at her robe to reveal the lace panties and vermillion garter belt adorning her creamy thighs, and the matching cherry-red lace bralette cupping her pointed breasts.

You eye her with a vehement hunger flushing through your system, but she returns a waiting look, ogle traveling across your form desperate to see the skin beneath. As you compliantly strip yourself bare, she paces away to her bedside table before returning with a silver chain around her palm.

Your glistening folds are exposed to her calculating touches while she closes the distance to stroke the lubricated petals between her fingertips, other hand tightly gripping your side to keep you anchored as you tremor in her hold from the feel of her movements. Your head droops clumsily onto her shoulder, muffling the sounds of your whines into her skin.

Muscle-wracking arousal builds in your steadily protruding bud, darting throughout your sex then dispersing in duller shockwaves to the surrounding nerve endings. Cool rubber suddenly clamps the sides of your clit, you arch into Nemuri at the intense pangs it delivers to your lower half, shaking and tensing as you recover from the overflowing arousal.

You soon discover that the clamp is connected to the chain in her hand, and she grins wickedly upon watching your dumbfounded expression that accompanies that discovery. She jerks at it carefully as she strings you along to the side of her mattress until you're standing wobbly before her.

“Kneel for me", she commands, hands still gripped tightly around your chain to tug you downwards.

Your knees fold instantly at her demand, face wincing at the pleasureful twitches of your nub from the chafing against it whenever you move in the slightest.

The faint floral notes of her perfume waft through the air in an intoxicating cloud around you. She pulls at your leash and you reel forward, aching but insatiably drawn to the damp patch between her spread legs, sucking through the sheer fabric until she begins to writhe against you.

You give a few more appreciative licks before reaching to remove the lacy barrier and reveal her lightly trimmed and puffy lips underneath it. Your tongue gives a testing slurp at first, poking and prodding between the damp skin to gather her flavor.

The mild salty taste of her sex glazes your mouth as you lap at her folds with increased ardor, brazenly suffocating your lower face in her wetness while your nose is tickled by the short violet pubes around it.

“Mmm, just like that”, she hums, pointed nails digging into the base of your scalp to provide delicious, but addicting pain you bask in with the greed of a masochist.

With each of your swipes at her mound, she yanks involuntarily at your bud causing you to moan into her and send vibrations directly through her skin.

Her warm thighs clamp the sides of your head as the combined arousal and spit allows you to swiften your pace in correlation to her increased sighs from your ministrations. They eventually hold you in a choking vice grip, but you continue to guzzle her fluids as she quivers strongly through orgasm.

“So good for me”, she says between broken exhales, rewarding your diligence by giving more attention to your neglected cunt.

She uses your leash to guide you to your feet, clear liquid smears the insides of your legs for her to see, and she wets her lips at the sight. “Get on your knees so that I can take a closer look”, she smirks, gesturing to her oversized bed.

You climb the mattress before pushing your ass backwards sensually to display your puckering hole. The moment away from her touch is agonizing as cool air brushes through your uncovered sex.

“I got this just for you”, Nemuri says upon returning, holding a pink glass dildo with a speckled heart base before your very eyes. “So think of me whenever you use it.” She peels away to prod the slick toy inside your opening, and as she eases the mysterious toy inside, your clit is pulled to aid its entry and relax your walls even more.

You feel the complex ridges along it as the toy is moved in and out of your opening in languid thrusts, your arms collapse to gain your bearings from the already pent up arousal. Your throaty sobs into the sheets make Nemuri chuckle softly at your squirming form, but she continues her slow yet even strokes.

Your womb quickly starts to seize around the dildo, the combined aching pressure on your nub and the stimulation against your walls becoming a lot to bear.

Hot tears stream from your tightening eyes while your fingers burrow deeply into the mattress to tame your rising pleasure.

“Too much for you already?”Nemuri coos teasingly amidst her movements. “If you ask nicely I can give you what you want.”

The nagging coil in your gut grows more difficult to ignore, your climax is a ticking time bomb away as the ignited flames in your nerves begin to travel up your spine for rupture.

“Nemuri, please, I need you”, you say, your voice verges on a whisper.

“So sweet. Of course, my angel”, she speaks softly and her praise winds you tighter than you thought was possible. Her precise thrusts batter your most sensitive areas until a series of pathetic pleas trickle from your bitten, bruised lips.

Sparkles of white zap behind your eyes as the wave of your orgasm finally washes over you in incessant blast, a series of violent blooms unleashing into your veins before settling into thinner tingles.

Your body has fully collapsed onto the bed, and Nemuri falls beside you to scoop your damp forehead against her chest.

“I’ve missed you”, she purrs closely, placing delicate kisses across your skin before murmuring more praises quiet enough for only you to hear.

You relish in her gentleness before succumbing to the greatest slumber of your weeks.

Nemuri’s affection always has and always will be a difficult one to live without.

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