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“...Still desperate for hero dick, whore?”
The gentleman’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips, looking more devious and snakelike than anyone else you’d had the displeasure of meeting. Whoever had decided to give him the title of the gentleman hero...either they had a wicked sense of humour, or had been duped into thinking he had pure intentions like so many others. You could hear his heavy breaths from here, face already flushed due to watching you through the window he later snuck through--and there he stood, in full costume, blocking the way out of your bedroom in the late hours of the night.
When you were young, you once believed that heroes were people who only possessed pure souls, with integrity and valor and without a bad bone in their bodies--that was naive enough of you to think, especially now that you’d grown. But it was even more true every time you looked into those pale, gleaming blue eyes of Neito’s.
All heroes had some kind of fault, some weakness of the human spirit. But Neito, he was just pure cruelty in human form.
“You should really start paying me for this. You realize how difficult it is to get in and out of here without being seen?”
You glared into his eyes, but it just phased right through him. He took a step forward, gaze dropped to the way your pajama top hung off your shoulders and down your curves.
“You’re sick, Monoma. You should do the world a favor and commit yourself.”
You despised the way he always looked at you. Lustful, predatory.... hungry . And yet his expression never gave away anything but pure, undiluted superiority, not the twitch of his lips or the raise of his brow, or even the flush to his cheeks. But you knew who he really was--a drooling, degenerate monster , whose favourite pastime was more suitable for a villain than anything close to a hero. And every second he spent away from the public gaze to his deviancies, he was terrorizing an innocent who was just unlucky enough to catch his eye.
“Usually I’d be hurt, but coming from you, it’s worth about as much as dirt under my shoe. You should learn by now to just shut up , and quit trying to convince me you’ve got a brain hiding in there...I know all you can think about is getting fucked, so just be honest with me.”
From your first day at the prestigious hero school of U.A, you had been tortured by Neito in all forms imaginable. Being in the support course, you figured a student ranking so much higher in the hero course would look over you completely--but for some reason, Neito had decided it was his mission to passionately bully you , specifically.
He called out all your flaws publicly, mocked your quirk, called you names, and devilishly reassured you that it was okay if you were useless--you might serve as good jailbait for some lowlife villain. Little did you realize that it wouldn’t stop after you graduated, and it would instead be him that was taking advantage of you--though, whether he was really a villain could certainly be contested.
“..You can be honest with Neito, right? Say yes, and I’ll give you some mercy.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“Eat shit.”
Monoma’s lip twitched, his shit-eating grin wavering for just a moment.
“ Bitch . Fine, we’ll do it your way.”
His hand shot out before you could react, yanking at your bottoms so hard the buttons popped off and skittered across your bedroom floor. He set on trying to pull them down, not stopping even when you growled and brought your fist down on his head--he had a mission, and he was going to see it through, no matter how hard you made it for him. His arms reaching around your waist, he swiped your legs out from under you and brought you to the floor, paying no mind to the way your head bounced off the ground like a ragdoll’s and made your vision go blurry.
By the time you had shaken yourself back into full consciousness, Neito was looming above you, his teeth glittering in the dim light...and you could hear the sound of something wet being sloshed around, as well as the sticky, cold feeling of a liquid being spread between your thighs.
“ F-Fu..Fuckhoff …”
Childishly, he stuck his tongue out at you--and you tensed at the sudden heat prodding against your entrance, only able to gasp as Neito pushed in without warning. He passed the tight rings of muscle easily, like your body had gotten used to his violations...and even if it had, you still didn’t want to submit to him. Even if it was starting to feel good.
“..Fuck, you warm my cock so nicely...now you know what you’re useful for, huh hero?”
He thrusted forwards, forcing you to grab at his arms to keep yourself grounded--he had pressed himself so close, you couldn’t hope to shut your thighs together, either. So you were forced to hitch your legs around his waist, his hand coming down to rub his thumb over your flushed skin as he sank his cock into your soft, pliant heat. More than him assaulting you in the dead of night, more than him bullying you and sneaking into your apartment in the first place--you hated it when he was gentle with you. You despised those little displays of affection, like you were a real couple...
“ Oops , my bad...I forgot, you weren’t good enough for the hero course, were you? So forgettable...you’re so lucky I took pity on you.”
You grit your teeth, reaching up to grab a handful of his hair and tug, hard . If he was going to do this to you, you wanted it rough--there was no need to pretend like there was any love behind his actions, or yours , for that matter. And you seemed to finally communicate that to him, his expression growing even crueller as you left scratches on his arm that would stay for days.
“...So fucking cute . I love you.”
No, no , that’s not what you wanted--Neito kept on humping you, more erratic now, and even faster as he caught a glimpse of the frustration in your eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you dragged your nails down to try and scar up his face--but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist so tight you could already feel the bruises forming. Just a little harder, and he’d definitely break it.
“F-Fuck you! I hate you, Ne-! ”
He smothered your insults with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, making no move to be elegant about shoving his tongue in your mouth and sharing your spit. You felt your walls contracting almost painfully around his stiff shaft, the tip of his cock catching on the rim of your hole as he ruthlessly pummeled you into the floor. By the time you could finally break away from the liplock, he still wasn’t finished--but he settled for licking up the side of your mouth, narrowly avoiding your gnashing teeth as he dragged his tongue further up your cheek. It felt more like you were getting fucked by an excited dog rather than a ‘dignified pro hero’.
“I’m in love with you! I want to be your husband! Oh, honey, just tell me you want me to give you my sperm! Just say the word, and I’ll give you all of it!”
Your eyes widened, and you started to tremble at the desperate way he was bucking into you, almost like he was aiming to shoot his load as deep inside as he could possibly get. Frantically, you pressed your hands against his chest, trying in vain to push him away even just a little bit.
“F-Fuck, no! Don’t cum, n-not inside!”
Your legs started to thrash now, making the attempt to kick him somewhere it would hurt--but Neito just grabbed hold of your thigh and yanked you up further on his hip, in the process tugging you closer so he could press himself in all the way to the hilt. A moan slipped off his lips, and you shamefully felt yourself squeeze around him.
“Please, please! Don’t worry, you’ll look so pretty all messed up with cum! Please, let me blow my load, baby!”
His eyes had glazed over, and at this point you couldn’t tell if he knew what he was doing--or if he really had become hypnotized by the feeling of being inside you, and was about to do anything to leave his mark on you, even if it meant compromising his complete dominance over you.
“N-Neito, get off! Off! ”
You banged your fists against his strong chest, even rearing back and landing a swift punch to his jaw--but he just grabbed you and held your wrists down, effectively pinning you to the floor and making it easier to really lay into you at this angle. You had no chance by now--he slammed into your sweet spot so hard you saw stars, and you could already feel yourself struggling through it as your orgasm started to hit you with a force like a tidal wave.
“N-No, no, I can’t! I can’t stop! Your body wants it, I can feel you sucking me in--take it, take my fucking cum..”
Neito groaned, and with just a couple more pumps into your shaking body, your abused hole swallowed up spurt after heavy spurt of his thick cum, his eyes rolling back as it felt as though he completely drained his balls into your twitching, sensitive walls. After an eternity of jolts of heat sizzling through each nerve of your body, he finally pulled out of you, getting up on unsteady feet to take a look at the mess he had made. You couldn’t move, so sore it hurt just to breathe…and he laughed, he cackled to himself, before fixing up his costume and nudging your thighs further apart, to watch you leak on to the floorboards underneath you.
“..Looks like you’ve got new spank material, huh? Go ahead, keep fantasizing about marrying me--I can’t wait to see you when you’re desperate enough to make it real .”