My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests OPEN!]

🌟🍋 Hate Fuck (Monoma x Male!Reader)

*♡request for Isa-Chan125♡*

Neito's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and lust as you pinned him down, the tension between your bodies undeniable. "You're nothing but a mindless brute," he spat out, his voice strained with each of your punishing thrusts. But his body told a different story, arching into you with every movement, his breaths coming in ragged, needy gasps.

Your grip tightened on his wrists, pushing them further into the floor, as you leaned down, teeth grazing his ear. "Is that so?" you growled, your voice thick with desire. "You're the one begging for more, aren't you?" His response was a moan that you felt resonate through his entire body, his hips bucking against yours in a silent plea for more.

The room was a cocoon of heated tension, the only sounds the slap of skin against skin and the muffled curses that tumbled from Neito's lips. His eyes never left yours, the challenge in his gaze only serving to stoke the fire that burned within you. Each time he tried to hurl an insult, it was swallowed by a moan that seemed to be ripped from his very soul.

And as you drove into him, Neito's words grew less coherent, until they were nothing more than a string of curses and pleas. It was a dance of dominance and submission, each of you fighting for control in the most primal of ways. The air grew thick with the scent of sweat and passion, the room a battleground for the unbridled emotions that had been simmering between you for so long.

This was not a gentle union of lovers, but a fierce claiming of territory. An unspoken challenge that had been brewing beneath the surface of your rivalry. Every moan, every gasp was a declaration of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically in this moment. And as the tension grew, so did the intensity of your movements, until you were both lost in the maelstrom of anger and desire that had brought you to this point.

Neito's eyes rolled back in his head as you hit that spot deep within him, his body shuddering with pleasure. Yet, even as he succumbed to the feeling, his lips curled into a snarl. "Fucking... beast," he managed to get out between clenched teeth. You smirked, the sound of his voice like music to your ears.

Your rhythm grew erratic, driven by the mix of anger and lust. Each time you felt him tighten around you, it was as if he was trying to expel the very essence of your dominance. "Is that the best you can do?" you taunted, your voice a low, guttural rumble that seemed to echo through the room.

Neito's eyes snapped back into focus, the challenge in them blazing brighter than ever. "You're a... a fucking animal," he panted out, his words a desperate attempt to regain control. Yet with every syllable, he pushed back, taking you deeper, his body a contradiction of his words. The insults grew more creative, more vile, as if the very act of speaking them would diminish the pleasure you were giving him.

But your movements remained relentless, each thrust a silent response to his taunts. You knew his body better than he did, knew the exact rhythm and depth that would make him lose control. And as much as he fought it, you could feel him giving in, his muscles tensing and releasing with delicious need. The more he insulted you, the more you craved his submission.

"Insult me, Neito," you whispered, the words a dark promise against the shell of his ear. "Tell me how much you hate this, how much you despise me for making you feel like this." His breath hitched, his eyes flashing with a defiance that only served to excite you further.

"You fucking masochist." He spat the words out, the venom in his voice barely masking the desperation in his eyes. Yet, even as he hurled the insult, Neito's body betrayed him, clenching around you like a vice, urging you deeper.

With a low growl of triumph, you released his wrists. He didn't fight or push you away as you had expected. Instead, his hands found purchase on your shoulders, his nails digging in, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. The sudden change in dynamics was electrifying, the shift from anger to something almost... tender, sending a bolt of excitement through your veins.

You leaned down, capturing his mouth in a brutal kiss that mirrored the intensity of your fucking. Your tongues clashed, teeth scraping against teeth, as if you were both fighting for supremacy even in this most intimate of moments. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of mint and something darker, something that made you want to devour him whole.

Neito's hands roamed your back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, his fingernails scoring your skin. He bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang only serving to drive you on. The sting of pain mingled with the sweet agony of pleasure, and you knew that this was it, the moment of no return.

You felt him tighten around you, his muscles spasming as he reached the peak of his orgasm. But you weren't done with him yet. You pulled back, breaking the kiss and leaving him gasping for air. "Beg for it," you ordered, your voice low and dark. "Beg me to make you come."

Neito's eyes narrowed, the challenge in them clear as day. But the desperation in his voice when he spoke was unmistakable. "Please," he ground out, the word sounding almost foreign in his mouth. "Make me come, you... you bastard."

Your smirk grew wider, and you resumed your punishing rhythm, driving into him with renewed vigor. His legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, his heels digging into the small of your back. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a testament to the raw, carnality of your encounter.

You reached between you, finding his cock, hard and leaking against his stomach. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking in time with your thrusts. His eyes rolled back again, and you knew he was close. The tension in the air was palpable, a heady mix of anger and desire that had you both teetering on the edge.

With a final, savage thrust, you felt him come apart beneath you, his body shaking with the force of his climax. And as you followed him over the edge, burying yourself inside him completely, you realized that this was not the end. It was just the beginning of a new chapter in your tumultuous relationship. A chapter filled with passion so intense, it could only be described as a love that burned with the heat of a thousand suns.

The aftermath of your love-making was as chaotic as the act itself. You collapsed on top of him, both of you breathless and sweaty, your hearts hammering against each other's chests. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the cacophony of your earlier battle.

Slowly, you pulled out, feeling a strange sense of loss as you broke the intimate connection. You rolled off him, lying beside him on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of you spoke, the unspoken understanding that words could never capture the depth of what had just transpired.

But as your breathing evened out and your heartbeat slowed, you felt his hand sneak into yours. The touch was tentative, almost as if he was afraid you would pull away. Yet, you didn't. You laced your fingers with his, holding on tightly as if you could somehow keep the moment from slipping away.

And there, on the floor of an apartment that was more battleground than sanctuary, you realized that the hate-filled dance you'd been locked in had transformed into something more. It was a bond forged in fire, one that would not be easily broken. It was a love that was as fierce as it was flawed, a love that could only exist between two people who knew exactly how to push each other's buttons.

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