Reader will be referred to as They/Them with their specific hotspot being called a ‘click’ – a mix of ‘clit’ and ‘dick’, among other gender neutral words.
Monoma will be referred to in the He/Him pronouns and his anatomy will be spoken in assigned male terms.
It had been a busy day doing hero work. Random criminal catching, signing autographs, helping older people across the road, saving cats in trees. Just the usual…
“I totally deserve a treat for tonight’s dinner,” you thought, making your way downtown to the little French restaurant you knew quite well, “Mx Chef is working tonight, I know they work on a Friday so it’s bound to be good food.”
Your stomach growled as you thought about the delicacies you would soon be enjoying and your eyes brightened as you got closer to the quaint little hole in the wall style eatery.
Reaching for the handle of the door, you pushed it open and smiled when the little tinkle of the bell overhead heralded your arrival.
“Ahh! Hero [hero name]!” Mx Chef greeted, poking their head out from between the swinging kitchen doors, “a pleasure to have you join us!”
“Thank you, Mx Chef, a pleasure to be here,” you said as you stepped inside the almost empty restaurant.
“Oh life must be sooooo hard for you?” a condescending voice groaned from a table nearby, “galavanting around quaint French eateries at night. It’s so difficult being at the top, isn’t it.”
The hair on the back of your neck stood on end when you heard the familiar mocking voice.
“Monoma,” you hissed through gritted teeth as you turned your head slowly to look at him.
“The one and only!” he replied over confidently, leaning back on his chair with his arms out in grand gesture.
You narrowed your eyes at him, now suddenly toying with leaving because you didn’t want to have to deal with this ass hat of a human being.
“You’re welcome to leave if you can’t stand being in the presence of greatness,” Monoma said slyly, somehow knowing you were already feeling like leaving.
Without another word you took a seat and looked up at Mx Chef.
“Please,” you addressed the chef, “I’ve had a big day and I would love any of your dishes.”
“I will prepare something especially for you,” Mx Chef replied with a pleasant smile- their smile being so pleasant that it made you forget about king of assholery sitting on an adjacent table to you.
As the chef left and went back into the kitchen you heard Monoma make a loud condescending sigh- you knew it was aimed at you.
He didn’t say anything following the sigh but it was enough to make you stiffen.
“How am I supposed to enjoy my dinner now that this dumb bitch is sitting there making noises like that.”
“Oh sorry,” his obnoxiously loud voice called to you, “I was just lamenting the fact that—,”
The screech of the wooden chair legs scraping the wooden floorboards, as you stood abruptly, interrupted his comment.
“That is enough,” you seethed at him, turning and making your way to the bathroom to get away from him for a bit.
“Maybe I should get the food to go? I really just wanted to unwind tonight. Why does he have to get under my skin like that.”
You continued to grumble to yourself intensely as you walked down the short hallway to the restrooms.
The fact of the matter, was, that you thought Monoma Neito was actually an exceptionally good looking guy- but his personality ruined it for you, and although you wished you could have a relationship with him, every time he opened his mouth it just ruined it for you.
Angrily, you pushed the bathroom door open and walked in.
“So you really can’t stand me, huh?” Monoma’s annoying voice lilted through the door after you as he entered in.
“Can you go away, please?” you asked in an irked voice, “why did you follow me in here?”
“Because I know you find me attractive- let’s face it… I am… so I can’t blame you- and I’m waiting for you to make a move,” he said with a smug smirk, crossing his arms across his chest and looking at you with those periwinkle blue eyes.
“I simultaneously want to punch you in the face with my fist… and lips,” you snapped, giving yourself away.
“So I was right then?” he mused, taking a step towards you and unlocking his crossed arms, “I’ll take my chances.”
“Is he wanting a kiss? Or a punch? He’s hoping for a kiss but what if I punched him? I really want to punch him.”
You turned and stepped towards him, trying to look relaxed and like you were going in for a kiss but at the last minute you threw your hands out and grabbed his shirt, shoving him firmly and making him stumble back against the wall.
Monoma’s back hit the wall but he didn’t have any time to react because you were right there again, pinning him to the cold tiles with hands either side of his head.
There was a sudden rush of sexual tension between the two of you, then the blond overly confident male slid down the wall slowly, his half lidded eyes staying focused on you as he dropped down to waist height.
“You know?” he said with a smirk, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”
“What. Do what?” you asked as his hands reached for your hero belt.
“This…” His fingers grasped the buckle and he slowly undid it, still looking up at you as you hung your head to look down at him.
“W-Wait, what?” you hissed, realizing he was going to undo your pants, “stalls. Hang on, let’s go into the stalls.”
You stepped back and reached down to drag him with you into one of the toilet cubicles then closed the door behind you as he crouched to face you with his back to the toilet and your back to the door.
Curiously, you watched him unzip your fly, his fingers finding you click easily and caressing it with far more care than you thought he would.
“Mmmm,” he hummed as he looked up at you, “can I taste you?”
“I… still can’t believe this is happening,” you said, your arousal growing by the second- especially since his hand was on a hotspot for you.
He reached his head forward and placed his tongue at the tip, flicking his soft, wet, muscle back and forth over it, making your knees almost buckle with the sensation.
“Believe it,” he replied, “because it’s happening. You’re privileged that I would even consider treating you like this.”
“Shut up,” you uttered lowly, “if you don’t watch your mouth I’ll make you swallow me whole.”
“Maybe that’s what I like?” Monoma replied, keeping an insanely strong eye contact as he said it.
“Maybe he really is as unhinged as I’ve heard,” you thought as you placed your hand on the back of his head and pushed his face closer to your being, “well if it’s what you like then who am I to refuse your wishes?” you replied, your top lip pulling back into a smug smirk.
Not allowing him room to reply, your hand gripped into his medium short blond hair and held him down on your erectile tissue.
As his lips pressed into your pelvic bone, you groaned. Somehow Monoma just knew how to roll his tongue in a way that touched you just right and your eyes rolled in your head.
“I can’t make noise. I need to be quiet,” you reminded yourself internally, finding it extremely difficult to stay true to your words because of how your erogenous zone tingled.
You could hear Monoma choking on you a little and you rocked your hips back and forth on his face, grinding out just a little more pleasure from such a smug mouth.
“Not so smart with your words now, are you?” you jeered, pulling your hips back a little to allow him to breath and reply.
“Well now that you’ve allowed me to speak, I can remind you who is making you feel this way,” he replied smuggly, “that’s right, it’s me.”
Sexually charged and irked but his response you thrust his head back down on your click, delighting in the way his nose wrinkled and tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as you smacked into the back of his soft palette.
“Hold still now,” you growled out softly, using both hands now to hold onto the back of his head as you thrust into his wet cavern, his tongue rubbing the underside of your hotspot.
The static in your brain intensified as your thrusting increased in speed and your teeth clenched together as you huffed out hot hair between them, breathing rapidly to match your thrusting pace.
“I’m getting close. I’m getting close,” you moaned internally, “I’m going to own his mouth so that whenever he speaks to me all I’ll be remind of is how I made him take my release.”
Monoma seemed to know you were getting close and gripped onto your legs, helping to pull his face against you more so that you could get the most out of your climax.
“Mmmmm,” you hummed in anticipation, eyes rolling back as your hips quivered and you slammed your hips against his face for the final time.
Once finished, you pulled back, opening your eyes to look down at Monoma.
“Who made you feel like this?” Monoma asked smuggly as he stood up and leaned back against the stall wall.
“I made myself feel this way… your mouth was merely a vessel,” you replied with just as much smug confidence as Monoma.
“Oh?” he hummed as he reached out and gripped your hips and pulled his lower half against you- his restrained cock pressing against your pelvic bone, “you sound too confident.”
“You’re not the only one with a copy quirk,” you replied smartly.
“Would you allow me to copy what we just did?” he asked as he drew his torso closer to yours and reached his head beside yours so that he could whisper in your ear.
“Hmmm,” you hummed in playful uncertainty, “I dunno. I have dinner waiting for me.” You turned your head a little and brushed your lips against his earlobe as you stepped back, “but you’ve already been fed, haven’t you?”
And with that you reached for your fly and zipped it up then reached your hand the stall door and opened it- all while giving Monoma a leering look.
“You know where I live,” you said casually to Monoma as you left the cubicle, “if you want your share, come to mine tonight.”
~ END ~