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This had to be one of the most embarrassing things Y/n had ever had the pleasure of doing. She had never failed a test in her life, yet here she was, sulking her way over to Class 1-B to retake this stupid fucking test. She was the only one who had failed, too, which had made her feel even more shame than she already did. Hopefully it was just her there. It probably was, right? If no one from her class failed, it was likely no one from 1-B failed, either. That didn’t necessarily make her feel good, but knowing no one would see her made her feel a bit better about herself.
Y/N stopped in front of Class 1-B’s and sighed, propping open the thick wooden door. “Hey, Mr. Vlad, I’m here to retake that test we just had yesterday.”
The hero looked up from his desk. “Hm? Oh, yes, go ahead and grab a paper and sit down, you can start whenever you're ready.”
Cool, cool, this was fine. She told herself as she grabbed a paper. She didn't even see anybody right now this was totally fine, nothing to be worried about-
“Well well well, look who it is.”
You're kidding.
You’re fucking kidding.
“Thought 1-A’s couldn’t fail anything, what happened?” The mocking tone made her want to jump off a cliff.
Y/n internally screamed when she saw that annoying blond headed boy in the corner of the room, staring her down with a teasing gaze.
Out of all people, Monoma was the one she had to take the test with? Cmon, really?
“Monoma!” Mr. Vlad gave the boy a glare.
“Sorry.. Sorry…” He sure as fuck didnt look sorry.
Y/n slumped down in the closest seat to her, dreading all of the taunting and teasing that was sure to endure after this period. She quickly fished a pencil out of her worn black bag, glancing at Monoma once again, who was still staring her down with a smug look. She rolled her eyes and looked back down at her paper.
20 minutes later, she was actually starting to get the hang of it! All of that extra studying last night had paid off, she guessed.
Vlad looked up at the clock for a quick second before clearing his throat. “Monoma, L/n, I’m afraid all the staff have a meeting currently, so I need to step out for the rest of the period. I trust there won't be any copying or cheating due to your- ahem- rivalry, so the both of you will be alone for the rest of the time, is that fine?”
No, that was very much not fine. “Yup, all good to me. “ Damn her mouth!
“Same here.”
She sent a glare over to Monoma, who merely shrugged back.
“Ok then, good luck.”
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20 more minutes had passed, and Y/n had finally finished. Monoma had surprisingly kept his mouth shut for the rest of the test, thank God, and she was very eager to get the hell out of this dreaded classroom. She stood up and went to drop her paper at the front desk as fast as she possibly could.
“So L/n, how does it feel to be the only one failing in your whole class?”
Deargodjesusfuckingchristletherjusthavethisonemomentofpeace-
Y/n whipped around. “You do realize you failed also, right?”
“Ah ah,” He waved the paper in her face. “I was absent, but good to have confirmation you actually failed,” He chuckled.
And that was the last straw. Y/n pushed him back into one of the student desks, gripping the sides, ultimately pinning him. “Do you ever shut your fucking mouth?”
Monoma had the decency to look surprised for a moment, eyes slightly wide and cheeks and ears tinged pink. It was quickly covered up by his signature cocky grin. The blush was still very apparent, though. “I don't know, do I?”
Y/n took a deep breath. “No Monoma, you really fucking dont and its getting on my last nerve. Someone really needs to put you in your place one of these days, and so help me God it’s gonna be me if- mmph!”
She was quickly cut off by him grabbing the front of her shirt and pressing his lips against hers. What the-! It was cut short all too quickly though when he released her only a second later. The two students only stared at each other for a moment, both of them in shock at what he had just done, not knowing what move to make and who would make it.
You know what? Y/n grabbed the back of his straw colored hair, causing him to take in a sharp breath. He was hot and she was pissed, why not? She connected their lips again with vigor, emitting a short gasp from her partner, who eagerly returned her kiss.
This was nothing like anything Y/n had experienced. Most other kisses had been shy and innocent pecks with a girlfriend or boyfriend; nothing close to the hungry, needy, and downright dirty kiss she was sharing right now.
And boy oh boy did she love it.
The way Monoma had his hand gripping the base of her head and had the other moving down to squeeze at her ass was doing absolutely awful things to her. Y/n groaned and tilted her head as she felt his tongue start to give kitten licks to the inside of her mouth. Fuck, who knew Monoma of all people would be the one making her feel this way?
Feeling brave, Y/n released his lips and started to lick down his neck, slowly undoing his tie and the first few buttons of his white shirt, before moving the fabric back and finding a nice area on his shoulder to suck on. He let out a curse of her name when she bit down on him, causing heat to shoot straight down to her core. He threw his head back slightly as he let her work on his neck and shoulder, gasps and groans spilling out of his mouth.
Bringing her head up for yet another passionate kiss, the blond suddenly shifted down slightly and moved both hands to the bottom of her ass, lifting the girl up and slamming her down the desk behind her. Y/n didn’t even have time to register who’s desk it was. He moved his mouth off of hers to trail kisses onto her jaw and throat, settling on the crook of her neck to kiss and suck on.
“Monoma…”
He stopped his assault on her neck and looked up at her, and dear god was he a sight to see. He was panting hard, his shirt had been unbuttoned, showing off a rather impressive bite mark and a few already bruising hickeys. His tie was slung loosely over only one shoulder, and his blazer (as well as hers) was carelessly tossed onto the floor. Not to mention that absolutely sinful look in those cute steel eyes of his. To be fair though, she was sure she couldn’t be looking much better. Y/n could practically feel the heat radiating off of her face, her shirt had been fully undone and was now loosely hanging on her shoulders, and her hair was definitely not in the same ponytail it was when she had first come into the classroom.
“Neito.”
She gave him a confused look. “What?”
“Neito,” He breathed. “ Please, call me Neito when we’re like this.”
Y/n grinned. “Neato, Neito.”
The look he gave her was of utter disappointment. “I will literally gag you.”
“I hope you know that's not a deterrent.”
Neito reached up to give her one last kiss before sliding down her body, “Figures.” he muttered with a small smile dancing across his lips. Now kneeling on the floor, Neito flipped her skirt up and proceeded to slide off her soaked, wite panties, throwing them to the side. Y/n took in a sharp breath as he swiped a finger between her labia, looking up at her with a smirk. “You always this wet, Y/n?”
Y/n could feel her face flush even more. “Shut up and get to work, Neito.”
He let out a chuckle. “Yes ma’am.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her forward. He let a hand dip between her legs, and Y/n let out a gasp as she felt two slightly curled fingers slip into her entrance, moving back and forth in slow, precise movements. “You like that, Princess?”
She desperately tried to ignore the butterflies the pet name gave her. “I’d like it better if you used that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Oh I’m getting there.” He sped up his movements and Y/n let out a moan as she felt his tongue start to work circles around her clit, one of her hands moving to grasp at his already disheveled hair. He continued to lap at her clit, occasionally curling his fingers right into her g-spot, leaving her to buck up into his hand with a sore groan. “Christ, Neito…”
“Fuck, Y/n…” He moaned into her, Y/n jolting at the sudden vibrations. “Shit, your so good for me-
The stream of praises that started to fall from him was definitely not helping the impending orgasm she could feel growing in her stomach. Not to mention the way he started to messily suck on her clit when he inserted a third finger. Y/n had to cover her mouth to stop the loud cries of pleasure from escaping her. He was quickly finding all the places that drove her absolutely mad, soaking in all of her filthy noises with pride.
“MMhaah- Fuck Neito I’m close- Please-”
The girl threw her head back, the grip on his hair becoming much firmer and the coil in her stomach being tighter when he gave her a firm lick.
“Mmhhhhh~!!” She arched her back, her climax just about to-
“Holy shit- N-Neito i’m gonna-“ She finally broke when the boy curled his fingers just right while giving her clit a hard suck. Y/n’s eyes rolled back into her head and she arched her back even further, relentlessly bucking her hips into her partner, her climax peaking with the boy's name on her lips.
Finally coming off her high, Y/n released the death grip on Neitos hair, looking down at him with a flushed face and laboured breathing. “Hey.”
Neito looked practically drunk, his eyes were hooded and hazy, and his face covered by an aggressive blush. “You are just… Wow.”
She smiled down at him. “You’re not to bad yourself.” She reached down to grab his chin, bringing him back up for yet another kiss, moaning when she tasted herself on his tongue. When they parted, Y/n looked to both sides of her, eyes widening in realisation of where she was. “Did you just eat me out on your teacher's desk?”
He flashed a grin. “Maybe~”
“You’re bad.”
“You love it.”
She gave him a light thwap to the back of the head. “Shut up.” She giggled, watching him closely as he went to lean into her. Y/n tried not to squirm as she felt his warm breath tickle her neck.
“Now,” he lowered his voice, grabbing one of her hands and moving it to rest on the very obvious bulge growing in his pants. “you gonna take care of that, Princess?”
Y/n felt heat start to pool in her belly once more. She smirked. If only he knew.