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Coffee - An NSFW Bratty Monoma One Shot

****DISCLAIMER : NSFW Content, contains nudity, intimacy, mild name calling, strong dom/sub insinuation, mild edging, cursing****

Work. Harder.

I gasp when my back hits the mat, heaving to catch my breath. My last hit connected wrong, knocking me off balance and then knocking the wind out of me. Damn it... I sit up, sweat making my skin feel damp and cold as I shake my head at myself. After my latest fiasco in the field, I can't afford any more screw ups, so here I am, training my ass off again.

"Oh... it's you" a familiar voice gripes and when I look up to see Monoma, I grimace.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I complain and he arches an eyebrow at me.

"If you haven't noticed, this is agency property. Meaning it belongs to the agency. Not just you, Y/N" he informs me, unamused. I glare at him, hauling myself up off the floor.

"Shouldn't you be at home? You know, getting your beauty rest and all?" I demand, rolling my shoulders back. Monoma scoffs.

"Please. If anyone here needs beauty rest... well..." he smirks at me. My glare only intensifies and I lunge for him. Monoma catches my fist in his palm before returning the attack and without missing a beat, the two of us begin to spar. It seems like this is how it always ends with us; any time we're in the same room together, we just end up arguing and battling it out until one or both of us is ready to collapse.

"You hit... like a bitch" I snap, dodging another one of his blows and landing one in his stomach. Monoma tenses against it, exhaling through his teeth as he grabs my arm and twists me around, wrapping his elbow under my chin as he pins me in place.

"You're one to talk. That hit almost tickled" he growls breathlessly. Anger flares through me and I immediately use one of my legs to hook behind his knees.

"Shit!" he curses, dropping to the mat and coughing when I land hard on top of him. Monoma's hands instinctively release me and I flip over, straddling his hips and pinning his arms down as I glare at him.

"How about that one? Wanna keep it up?" I demand and he smirks at me, an irritated look in his eyes.

"I'm just humoring you since you obviously seem to need it" he replies smugly and when I go to hit him again, he flips us over, this time pinning me to the ground, hand at my throat and eyes alight with mischief.

"Face it, you can't win" he tells me and I instantly switch tactics, eyes widening and lips parting as I let my body fall limp under his touch.

"W-wait" I breathe and Monoma's eyes widen slightly, grip loosening as his cheeks flush. I smirk, throwing him off of me instantly and copying his move. I land on top of him quickly, arm pressed to his jugular and face inches from his as I hold him down.

"How's that for winning you little shit?" I half whisper, glowering competitively. Monoma's eyes grow even wider, the redness in his face blooming across his cheeks. I chuckle, shaking my head.

"Pulling the same tricks as me, Monoma? That's not very imaginative of you" I say, but his expression doesn't change. I blink at him, suddenly realizing...

"You... you like this, don't you?" I ask him, sitting up on top of him and gazing down at the heady expression on his face. We've sparred a million times before, but I've never noticed this. The way his eyes seem to gloss over and his lips part with anticipation... it's so faint, but... I tilt my head at him, more curious than I want to admit. Monoma sits up a bit beneath me, the redness in his cheeks now more from agitated embarrassment.