NSFW TW : smut, p in v, afab reader, graphic language, sub!reader x dom!Monoma
—I couldn't post yesterday because my internet was bad, so I just wrote what I could in my notes app lmao, I really hope you like this (considering thay Halloween was like two days ago or something)
A few days ago you were in your office, relaxing after you finished your early morning patrol when your phone suddenly buzzed. You were lying down on the small couch, looking blankly at the ceiling whilst spacing out. You jumped slightly at the sound and glaced at it —resting beside you on the small coffee table, awaiting—, a sharp exhale left your lips before you finally checked what it was
You arched an eyebrow as you opened the link your Manager sent you, taken by surprise when a Halloween official hero party was hosted by the three top agencies—and one of them was yours—, you squinted your eyes as you scrolled down to what the event had. It seemed like something mindful, even though you knew that in private, when all the doors closed to the public, these events were messy, heroes often hooking up or drinking, it was nothing out of the ordinary, but you've never been invited to an event like this.
You went back to the messages app, already typing on your keyboard, questioning your Manager as to why you had to go, since his request seemed more like a demand. But you stopped yourself, your thumb hovering over a random letter on your keyboard before sliding towards the erasing button on the screen.
You typed slowly and sent it to your manager, you turned off your phone and simply let it rest on your lap, you looked up at the ceiling, your heart thumping against your chest with something anticipating, as if the office walls already knew why you decided to go. For whom you'd go that party to.
Admitting it wasn't easy, it was like a strange way of giving him the win, in a sick and distant way. When you checked which agencies were the responsible ones of charging the event, you recognized one immediately, you tried to lie to yourself, thinking it was just a coincidence and that it had *nothing* to do with the reason you were going. Wrong, *very* wrong.
It wasn't just *any* hero companie, it was the company where Phantom Thief- no, the company Monoma Neito was signed to. The mere thought of his name in your head made your chest tighten with something you weren't sure what to name. The nostalgia rolling off your tongue when you pronounced that name, if you even dared to.
He was your first everything, you two had dated for a very good while, back when you were just a student in the U.A, he was your first everything —your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first time, he was always there to be your first—, you had seen each other grow whilst dating, everyone knew that. So when you two broke up after your first year in university, your friends and relatives were quite surprised.
Not that something bad had happened, gladly it was something mutual, at least that's what you liked to think, both of you were too focused in hero work and training that you barely had time for eachother, which eventually resulted in breaking up. But even though you ended in good terms, you two never spoke.
Sure, you'd hear your friends tell you that he saved someone in a mission or appeared in a famous magazine, and you just smiled and nodded, but outside of that, no messages, no calls, no texts, nothing. You could just go ahead and lie to yourself that it didn't sting, or well, it stung at first, but now you've simply gotten over it. Maybe.
You continued telling yourself that it was nothing, it was just a dumb Halloween party, literally nothing else! You'd just party with your friends, get a little tipsy maybe eat some candy, whatever, *totally* not there to see him. And that kept going on for the whole week, until Friday arrived —a.k.a the Halloween party night—, you mentally recited those words like a prayer as you slid inside your costume.
As you stood there, zipping up the dress, finally set, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were dressed as the feminine main character of the "Phantom Of the Opera" Christine, the white dress of the costume hugging quite nicely to your curves, sitting nicely on your waist and hips, the makup you wore accentuatedyour fetures just right, you were making sure you looked mice, put up together, nothing crazy.
But that stupid thumping in your chest knew that it wasn't as innocent as just dolling up for a Halloween party.
And with one final strides, you took your purse and walked out of your apartment, walking down to the parking lot where your chauffeur would drive you. A few minutes passed by when you suddenly got a call, the muffled ringing of your phone inside your purse making it evident, you took it out and saw that it was your friend Mina, you rapidly answered, pressing the phone against your ear, you leaned over to the window, looking at the night lights of the streets appear and disappear faster than a blink.
*"Girl, you're comin' right?"*
"Well, duh, obviously, why did you think I bought the costume for?"
Mina chuckled through the other line, guiding yourself by the sound that choed in the back of the call, she was probably in the party already —the soft clinking of glasses mixed with faint music and laughs made it hard for you to hear what she said—
*"You're *super sure* you're comin? Just making sure!"*
You replied, raising an eyebrow
*"You do know who's coming, right?"*
Her question took you a bit off guard, holding back an exhaled that would've given you away, but you simply bit on your bottom lip and squinted your eyes shut, before opening you eyes again, massaging your temples.
You muttered, playing it dumb. Mina simply scoffed through the other line, you could see the expression of disapproval on her face at your *obliviousness*
"Girl whatever, just get here already!"
And just like that, she hung up.
Fifteen minutes passed and you finally arrived to your destination, you had to pass through the paparazzi and reporters that tried to get just a tiny bit of your attention in your costume, cameras flashing to take pictures for the media. Before you could enter the event, they took some oficial pictures of you in your costume, just for them to post in he official website. And after all that fuss, you were finally able to enter the *real* party.
The room was *huge*, there were bright lights that changed from red, to purple, to orange in different speeds, everyone was just scattered *every where*, the space reeked of alcohol and cigars, you coughed at the smell and walked around to find your friends. Inhaling deeply to try to get accustomed to the scent, which didn't really work.
You finally found your friend group, Mina greeted you and the others did, everything seemed fine, if you were honest to yourself you didn't really want to be there, spaces like these often got you stressed and cranky —the music, the scent, the people speaking, and the flashing lights—, it was all too much, but something in you kept pushing you to stay, to see if maybe..
About an hour passed, the party was trash, sure, you were with your friends and that was something okay about the party, but there was no hype, no real ambience or fun, everyone seemed to mind their own business, which already was odd—unlike some hero parties that you had attended that were probably messier than what paparazzi or fans speculated—, but you were already there, sitting in a couch with your friends while they all spoke.
You were spacing out, when you inhaled sharply and stood up, telling Mina that you'd go for a drink, trying to numb your boredom with liquor. You made your way to a long table filled with snacks and drinks, and you took a random cup that was already filled with liquor and decorated with candy worms and other stuff, swinging it towards your lips and taking a few sips.
You didn't process, you were spacing out, but the second you noticed that ring in their voice, that little twinkle that you found so familiar, you froze. No, not yet. Sure, you came here just to see it yourself, to prove something to yourself by stupidly saying yes to coming to this event, but now that he actually appeared? You wanted to retreat. Slowly, you turned to look at Monoma , who stared at you with a smug grin in his face, he was practically an inch or two away from you, if he wanted he could've easily wrapped his arms around you.
But when you looked at his costume, you froze, your eyes widened. What could be the chances, that you were dressed as Christine of the Phantom of the Opera, and he ironically was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. He wore a loose linen shirt, unbuttoned to show his now-toned and muscular chest, black elegant pants, and a black cape on top. His usually put up hair was now a tad messier, the strands framing his face in a way that made him look more charming than usual. And of course, a half of his face was covered by the iconic mask of the character.
You smiled politely, rapidly putting on a facade because there was no way in hell this was happening to you, you turned to face him and subtly looked at him up and down, analyzing his costume as you two spoke.
The way his name rolled off your tongue with so much ease, it felt like candy, your tongue already so used to the taste, it was nice to say his name. His eyes scanned you up and down shamelessly, like he always did, before propping his hand kn the table, placing the other one in his hip, leaning a tad closer to you. There was a very interesting glint in his eyes, one that you hadn't seen in a very good while.
"How's life been treating you?"
His eyes followed the way you slowly took the plastic cup filled with liquor to your lips, he arched an eyebrow and his smirk widened, unable to stop himself from teasing you, like he always did.
"Didn't know you could finally hold your liquor."
You thought he wouldn't notice. After all too much time had passed, it was irrelevant. But Neito knew that you couldn't really drink, considering how your alcohol tolerance was lower than a baby's. You arched an eyebrow and let out a soft, sarcastic snort, putting off your nose, putting the cup down, and looking at him with a teasing yet playful glint in your eyes
His eyes lit up mischievously, rolling his eyes at you, finding the way you called him a bastard oddly attractive. There was something unspoken between the two of you, it was evident in the way the background faded when your eyes fell on him, the way he would lean closer to murmur something under his breath to make you chuckle. Even something as simple as just holding eye contact way longer than you intended.
You couldn't ignore the way your heart thumped against your chest excitedly, feeling like a teenager falling in love all over again...
You didn't even know how you ended up here.
One second you were talking at the party, the other you were in his car making out desperately, kissing like there was no tomorrow, and now? Bent over on his living room couch, your hands gripping the soft fabric of the couch as he played relentlessly with your pussy for what felt like eternity. His calloused fingers sliding in and out of you, abruptly fastening his pace or slowing it down to the point you cried for more.
"You're so pathetic.. you're all worked up and needy over my fingers? And I even haven't fucked you properly yet.."
His eyes ran over your figure, your white dress pulled up to your ribs, your panties placed to the side of your abused cunt, your thighs flinching whenever the soothing breeze of the air conditioner hit you, your back arched. Your mind was foggy, and the idea of even forming a thought or speaking felt like it would take an amazing amount of effort. He had been finger fucking you so roughly for the past twenty minutes that the only thing you could do is cry and moan for more.
Slowly, you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, panting, your needy eyes locking with his, you could feel his other hand rest on your sides possessively, his fingers slowly sliding out of you and sliding upwards, now resting on the right cheek of your ass. He smirked in a cocky way, feeling his chest tighten with pride at the sight you were giving him.
"Do you think you deserve me to fuck you? Hm?"
The only response you could give him was a desperate whimper, your abused folds already missing the way he was messing with you, he rolled his eyes and tsked, rapidly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. When he was finally let free, you saw the way his cock flinched with anticipation against the palm of his hand —heavy and hard, it looked even bigger than you remembered, the thick veins surrounding it gave it an appetizing look—, you could feel even more need pool in your stomach, already aching to feel him inside. Monoma let out a shaky breath and gave himself some rapid strokes, then, he took both of your hips and pressed you against him, letting his heavy cock rest against the small of your back, rubbing it against your skin, moving you like a ragdoll.
Then, he started sliding it against your wet and eager folds, sliding from the back all the way to your puffy clit, you squirmed and arched your back, seeking more friction, fluttering your eyes close when you felt his hot skin against your cunt. You didn't even realize that you were moaning, you were too far gone.
And just like that, Monoma rapidly spanked your left ass cheek, slamming inside you brutally. You arched your back further, feeling your whole body buzzing with electricity at the sensation. You could've sworn that he could've easily split you in two, the way his big cock filled you, the tip already hitting your cervix, you could feel him throbbing inside you, his hands running up and down against your sides.
He spanked you again, which caused him to hiss with pleasure, your spongy walls immediately clenching around him, he tilted his head back and took your hips, slamming even deeper inside you, if that was possible. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation silently, huffing and letting out a low grown before he started slamming in and out of your pussy.
"I've bet you've missed —haah— me fucking you like this? Haven't you? After all, I'm the only one that could make you moan like this..."
His pace was desperate and filthy, going quite fast and rough against you. You just babbled incoherently, rolling your eyes into the back of your head, feeling tears of pleasure running down your cheeks, it was too much, and you knew that he wouldn't stop now that he had you like this. Before you could react, he took a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, staring with hunger at your cock-drunk expression —your pupils blown, your lips parted, you were visibly making an effort not to close your eyes whenever he slammed deep inside you—, his smirk widening as if he had just won a Nobel Prize.
"Who's fucking you good, huh? Who's making you moan like this? You slut.."
You didn't answer too fast for his liking, hence why he slapped your ass once more, picking uo his speed.
Then, he let go of your hair and calmed the back of your head, shoving it into the couch, you let out a muffled whine, clenching around him, feeling heat pooling in your stomach. He could feel it too, making his cock throb with desire
"Yeahh.. fuck... you're close, come on my cock, mhm?.. lord I've missed fucking this pussy raw.."
And just like that, your orgasm hit you, your body trembling as the wave of pleasure hit your body violently, you gripped tightly the fabric of the couch, whining desperately, slowly calming down as your high evaporated into the air. It didn't take very long for Monoma to come as well, simply slamming one final time before spraying your walls white with his seed, thick and hot inside of you. Slowly, he leaned down to rest his chest on your arched back, pressing kisses on the side of your neck and shoulder blades.
"I've missed you so much, you did so good, doll..
He muttered, his voice low and hazy, as you both tried to calm down after your high.
