BNHA Oneshots

|| Neito Monoma || NSFW || 1 ||

[[ Unedited ]][[ Female Reader Pronouns ]][[ NSFW ; SMUT WARNING ]][[ Word count: 1625 ]][[ Kinktober day 10 - Hair pulling ]]

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      "I hate you." You growled out. "I hate you so much."

     "Isn't that funny?" His stupid laugh came ridiculously close to your ear, hot breath fanning across your neck, and his hands gripped onto you tighter – bruisingly tight – when your body shivered in his grasp. "Yet you love the feel of my lips all over your neck, huh?"

     "Shut the hell up." You hissed, pushing his lips back to your neck with a hand on the back of his own neck. His laugh rumbled against your throat and you groaned softly before his lips returned to their work, sucking dark bruises into the skin.

    Neito Monoma and you had an undeniably strange relationship. It was a secret one at that. The two of you weren't dating, not by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow you seem irresistibly drawn to him, even if he was a total pain in the ass. You blamed it on the fact that he was hot, that it was nothing more than physical attraction. And, it seemed, Neito enjoyed being around you since it gave him a chance to harass another famed 1-A student.

     Somehow, it always came down to heavy petting sessions like this one, not that either of you seemed to mind. You were having your desires fulfilled by someone you thought was downright hot (even if his personality was near unbearable), and he was... Well, Neito got to fuck out his frustrations against 1-A on you. He lived the power and control, finally getting to top 1-A in something. And, hell, who were you to take that away from him when he pleased you so well?

      "Fuck..." You breathed out softly, nails digging into his shoulders. If it was painful, he wasn't showing it, but no doubt you were leaving little crescent-moon shaped marks even through his shirt.

     His teeth were grazing your neck, nipping, biting, sucking- no doubt he'd leave some marks, which you'd scold him for another time. Right now, with your back pressed against your own desk in the 1-A classroom, Neito pressed between your legs, body rested on yours, you could care less.

     Naturally, it had been Neito's demand which had lead to you being sprawled out in your own classroom during the lunch hour. Probably some odd power trip he got from it. Anyone could walk in, but that was half the thrill, you guessed. Who knew what this guy was into, all you knew was that he was good at getting you off.

     "Ah, look at these pretty marks~" He grinned, leaning back from your neck to admire the bruises he'd left there, and you groaned once your suspicions had been confirmed. One of his surprisingly soft hands slid up and down your inner thigh, and your hips squirmed needily. "Now your whole class will know you're getting fucked by a 1-B student~ Isn't that fun~?"

     "You left fucking hickeys? Jesus Christ-" You hissed in annoyance, reaching up and seizing a handful of his blonde hair. "You fucking owe me for that."

     "Owe you what, hm~?" His grin was wide, and looked rather unfitting on his face, but something about that mild-unhinged look made you both infuriated, and burn with desire. "What do you want, huh~? You wanna get fucked~? You want me to make you cum~?"

     "You already know it." You hissed, giving a harsh tug on his hair, and much to your surprise, Neito's eyes screwed shut, a loud, breath moan tearing from his lips. "What the-"

     "Shut up." He snapped breathlessly. "Do that again."

     "You want me to what?"

      "I said, do it again-" He huffed out, now visibly much more aroused than you'd seen him before. "Please."