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arabaka · 9 months

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ᰔ ̗̀➛ CHAPTER O1. INDULGENCE

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸

nsfw. reigen arataka x afab!reader. dubcon (you 'n reigen drink beforehand). power dynamics (he's your boss). oral sex (both ways). 6k word count.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸

excited to get into my first multi-chapter fic for my favorite of all time and i hope you all enjoy this as much as i had fun writing it. please be on the look out for further installments and i will be making a chapter index post once the second chapter one is out.

ᰔ ̗̀➛ MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

“I feel bad, making you work on your birthday.”

“You’re not making me.” You tease him with an eye roll. “You offered me the day off, remember? Buuuutttt I have nowhere else to be right now so might as well. My plans are in the evening anyways.”

Well you’ve certainly piqued his interest. “Oh? What are you going to do?”

“My friends want to take me out drinking. They do this thing where they order the same drink at every bar to rank them and there’s a bar they’ve been talking about for ages…”

“Is that something you want to do?” There he goes again, being thoughtful in a way that shouldn’t strike you like one of Cupid’s arrows to the heart but it does. It stings a little that way too, because you’ve been ruminating over feelings you have for your boss, feelings you shouldn’t have in the first place, for a while now and there’s no hope for that going anywhere. But you manage a convincing enough smile and a lighthearted laugh to throw him off your scent.

“Oh yeah, of course! It’s better I leave it in their hands anyways. I’m only good at organizing when I’m on the clock.” You give him a wink and when he laughs, you let your gaze linger on the man. You aren’t about to miss that smile on his face, the kind that travels north, giving him a delightful crinkle by the eyes as his whole face just lights up. And over something you said.

The moment passes but you keep thinking, even as you retreat to your work on the company laptop. It’s easy for your mind to wander as you sift through the drivel that is Reigen’s email. Sorting requests by type and urgency, the task’s drudgery can’t distract you like you want it to. So the gears keep turning, subjecting you to thoughts of him, him, him until–

“Would you want to come?”

The way Reigen whips his whole body around, face cast with a look of surprise with raised brows and his mouth slightly agape, makes you shrink in your seat. God, why did I ask? Of course he wouldn’t want to come, he hardly drinks as it is, he’s probably busy, he’s –

“Sure– I mean, yes!” His hands wave about, hoping to dispel any doubt in the air, “S-Sorry, I just– Didn’t expect you to ask.”

A weight’s been lifted off your chest, that much he can see by the way you unclench your jaw and smile at him. Your smile. Makes his heart pitter patter, rumbling awake feelings of his own he’s been trying so hard to deny. Professionalism first, he struggles to tell himself but the heart is a funny thing; it does what it wants and as of late, it’s been wreaking havoc every time you come into the office.

“Oh, good!” You cheer and the way you clap your hands together is more adorable than you realize. Hand clasped over his mouth, digits conveniently covering the dust of pink on his cheekbones, Reigen clears his throat. “Where’s it by?” He asks, hands now occupying themselves with the purportless shuffling of papers with his back turned to you– another means of hiding his blush from you.

Not that you even noticed in the first place. You’re much too busy trying to mask your own excitement. “Not from here, actually… But it is by my place.” Now you’re using the laptop as a crutch, gluing your eyes to the screen when you suggest, “If you want, we can go together… And then walk to the bar?” Your lips pressed into a tight, thin line, you still your breathing for Reigen’s reaction. You’ve never been alone with him after work, where are you getting this bravery from?! If you can barely survive asking him, how are you going to handle him stepping into your home? Your brain starts to unravel, questions of when the last time you cleaned and tidied your place swirling about and there are no good answers to bring you peace.

Spine jerking upright, Reigen stammers, “Y-Yeah, that works!” He nearly avoids cracking his voice, one surprise after the other doing damage to his psyche you’re not even aware of.

“Good– Great!” You, however, are not so lucky. Your pitch is obviously notes higher than the last time you spoke and god, do you wish you would stop embarrassing yourself. Now you’re welcoming the silence between the two, however awkward it may be, because it’s a reprieve from making a fool of yourself.

Okay, time to get back to those emails. You can do this.

✩ ̗̀➛ Spirit photo - Is it dangerous? ✩ ̗̀➛ The spirit of my ex-boyfriend keeps showing up! Help me! ✩ ̗̀➛ I’ll believe you’re real if you answer my 3 questions…

You can’t help but snort at that last one. Into the Obvious Troll folder it goes.

One page down. Just a few more to go.

The next array of requests loads, but you don’t get any farther than the first one.

✩ ̗̀➛ Perv Master - We got a fresh batch of pervy videos for you! Now you can be a perv master…

SNAP!

You slam the laptop shut, only now you wish you hadn’t because you’re met with an equally shocked look from Reigen, his attention squarely on you and your very loud reaction to what you just saw. “What happened?! Something wrong?”

“N-Nothing! Nothing!” It’s not very convincing, but it’ll do. “Just– Needed some updates is all. Figured I’d let it rest. Don’t want it overheating!” The laugh you muster is weak, barely leaves your lips with an exhale but it’s all you can give. “I need a smoke break.”

You leave before Reigen can even think of a reply.

Since when do you smoke?

You don’t. You just needed to get out of there and fast. What the hell was that? Maybe you were seeing things; you didn’t give yourself a chance to read it over but what else could it have been? You stumble back against the building’s hard surface, hand over your heart as if you couldn’t already feel it pulsate like mini earthquakes in your ears.

Does Reigen really go on sites like that? You didn’t pen him down as the type. You gulp but your throat aches, the prospect of Reigen’s lascivious activities a jagged lump you can’t seem to swallow. Not that there would be a problem, he’s free to do what he wants but… You’re contending with that wild imagination of yours and you’re picturing Reigen, late at night when no one’s around but his urges, the hand you’ve had on your shoulder many times before reaching into his draws to relieve himself and—

Your heart rate quickens and you feel dizzy.

But what if it was a spam email, and you’re out here frazzled for nothing? You have to laugh. You might just be making a mountain out of a molehill, jumping to conclusions… As you’re wont to do.

“Sorry about that.” You come back as abruptly as you left but Reigen can’t help but notice your sheepish expression, along with the faint sheen on sweat cast alongside your features.

And the fact that you don’t smell of smoke at all.

“You alright?” He asks from the end of the short corridor, gaze following you as you get yourself situated.

Fingers drumming along the laptop’s edge, you hesitate opening it up under Reigen’s watchful eyes. Surely he wouldn’t be able to read the text from where he’s standing but you’re paranoid now, already wanting a reprieve from this awkward moment. The last thing you need is diving head first into another one. “Yeah, totally.” You rub your lips together and tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, mannerisms Reigen knows better than to dismiss.

You wear your heart on your sleeve, your anxiety even more so. Everyone has a tell and Reigen’s just so happened to memorize yours. But he won’t pry; if you want him to know, you’ll tell him. So he gives you your space, retreating to his own desk but not before offering up a warm smile– not knowing that right now, his charm could very well be the death of you.

Laptop open, the email stares back at you. No mistaking it, the correspondence is definitely from a porn site. But should you open it? It’s none of your business, none of Spirits and Such business but… Your pointer finger trembles crazily over the touchpad. Guilt welling in your very soul, contending with burgeoning curiosity, you hesitate.

And then you click.

It could be spam. Maybe someone signed up using Reigen’s email as revenge. These are all options swiveling in your mind before the email loads but when it does, there’s no mistaking it.

It’s 100% intentional.

Hello REIGEN ARATAKA,

There are new videos in some of your subscribed categories! Catch up on what you’ve been missing!

SUBSCRIBED CATEGORIES:

JOI STOCKINGS UPSKIRT FACESITTING PUBLIC

Oh, what were you thinking? Embarrassment flares over the apples of your cheeks, veins down the column of your neck flexing with tension as your eyes dawdle over the very, very explicit thumbnails accompanying each genre. You’re no prude but this… You’re viewing porn at work. And not just any porn– porn your boss, the man your heart and brain have been clouded with lately, is so interested in, he receives email updates.

You’re frozen to your seat, the only thing of yours capable of making any sort of movement being your eyes– you drink in the sight before you, the little voice in your head be damned. This is an insight into what Reigen is into and can you really deny the intrigue infiltrating your bloodstream? You’re only human, after all.

So you look, chest tightening and thighs rubbing with every image. Some of the stills are innocuous, for porn that is. Take for example the stockings category– most of the previews are focused on the legs, each thumbnail featuring a different pair. Some are lacy, featuring ornate designs while others are simply opaque, the allure being in the glimpse of garter straps just beneath the skirt’s hemline.

You gulp. Does he really like them that much? You can’t help but scour your closet in your mind’s eye– you must have a few pairs yourself, right? You swallow harder. What if you wore some to your party tonight?

Flustered but still inquisitive, your eyes flit through the other categories, taking in the sights and trying not to make a peep. You see it all: women with their hands on dildos of varying sizes, a worm’s eye view of a woman’s bottom, her skirt a mere curtain around her plump thighs, and a man’s face just before he’s to be obscured by the partner hovering above him.

The mouse jitters on the screen, mimicking your real life twitches, as you panic over what to do now. Do you mark it unread? Delete it? After concocting a scenario where Reigen looks at his inbox, sees the email, and then approaches you with an apology, you decide it’s better to trash it… And then empty the trash, digitally wiping your hands clean of the situation entirely.

If only you could purge your mind the same way… Although… Would you want to?

You can’t deny that it was jarring at first– getting an eyeful of exactly what your boss gets up to when no one else is around. But you have to admit, that when the initial panic washed away, what you were left with was…

Temptation.

Intrigue.

Arousal.

It’s dirty, feeling the way you do but god, there’s something so liberating about it. All this time, you hadn’t an inkling of what Reigen, the object of your affection, was into but now it’s like an open book, all about him, has plopped onto your lap. It’d be a shame to waste such an opportunity acting like you’re so innocent.

Because let’s face it, you liked it. Liked knowing what gets Reigen to fish his cock out in a hurry after a long day of work, loved imagining those overworked hands being put to good use. You thought you would spend the next few hours on the clock riddled with worry but oh, your brain was far too deep in the gutter to even consider that at this point.

Maybe this was just the push you needed because now that you’ve seen, now that you know what Reigen is into, you can no longer be satisfied with your boss-employee relationship. How can you? You know what makes him tick, maybe the only one that does and you want to keep it that way.

And when you flip the sign from OPEN to CLOSED, you know there’s no turning back.

You’re making a move on him. Tonight.

“... and to this day, she still brings it up! I was seven!”

“Didn’t know you had such sticky fingers– do I have to keep an eye on you? Been wondering about some missing pens…”

You giggle, fishing for your keys as the two of you near your apartment door. “I took it back to the store! I have a conscience, you know. Steal dagashi once and you’re a pariah for life.” You hear Reigen mumble something or another but you laugh all the same, shoving your key in the lock and letting yourself breathe in the normalcy of the moment surrounding you. It feels nice.

And your apartment is clean. Perfect.

“You have a …. Really nice place.” Reigen comments, hands humbly in his pockets as he realizes… He’s never really imagined what kind of house you would keep: whether you set out coasters and if they’re personalized, what you kept in your fridge, what you put on display, etc. But everything he is seeing– it’s so you and that makes Reigen smile.

“You think so?” You can’t deny the surge of pride that spreads like a blanket of warmth over the pitter patter of your head. “Thanks! I couldn’t wait to get my own place so I could spruce it up the way I like. Couldn’t really do that when I lived at home.”

“Strict parents?” Reigen broaches the topic with a little trepidation, though within his words there’s a subtext of compassion.

You don’t mind the gentle nudge in your personal life, reassuring he’s alright with a returned tone of care, “It’s more like… Realizing as an adult, it means you can do whatever the hell you want.” You smile tenderly at Reigen, “I should… I should get ready. I won’t take long. Remotes are over there, if you’re thirsty I have waters in the fridge. Make yourself at home, really.”

Reigen chuckles under his breath, waving you off, “Thanks but take your time.”

You skitter off to your room, a rush of excitement surging your system as you shut the door behind you. You don’t think you’ve ever moved faster to change, having already long pieced the perfect outfit in your head since your big resolution. You roll up your favorite pair of thigh highs over your plump thighs, smiling to yourself as you admire the way your own legs look covered by the sheer, black fabric. These are the winners, alright.

You stumble and shimmy into the rest of your ensemble, whole body jittering at every beat. Your stomach winds, butterflies struggling to flutter but you allow yourself a breath, really let the air fill and expand your lungs, before your hand is on the doorknob and the rest of you is on your way to the man you’re going to do your best to woo tonight.

And when you come out, there’s no mistaking it; he’s doing more than just the courtesy glance you do when a friend gussies up. He’s drinking in your appearance, trying to fight the obvious drift towards your legs, the absolute territory of your thighs showing just a peek under your skirt. He has to clear his throat, as though that in itself wasn’t a tell, before finally piping up, “You look good– great.” He corrects his wording, but it’s still not enough. But going beyond that…

That would be an issue, wouldn’t it?

He’s… He’s your boss. He’s here in your house, sitting like a friend, ready to go out with you like one but…

He’s certainly not looking at you like either one.

But that’s okay. That’s what you want. And soon he’ll know that too. Because tonight, you want to cross boundaries. You want to erase them altogether. You don’t want to think about the potential mess you’ll leave when the limits are blurred and streaked.

So you let him ogle, relish the way it feels to have his attention so obviously tuned into the erotic stretch of your socks, the fabric turned gossamer under the delicious expanse of your thighs. You can already see the effects of your outfit clear as day on Reigen’s face; he’s never been great at concealing his surprise, or in this case… His flustering.

A bead of sweat attempts a path down his temple but he swipes it away, framing it as fixing his hair but you see through him. Try as he might, those dark brown irises always find a way back to your absolute territory. Because after all, your stockings are stretched so thin, they’ll rip if you’re not careful.

Good thing tonight isn’t about being careful.

“Can I get you anything?”

Reigen shakes his head a little faster than normal, struggling to maintain eye contact. You think it’s cute. “Uh, actually,” He ends up croaking, resisting the twitch in his fingers to adjust his tie, “Just a glass of water. Thank you.”

The stark crack in his voice is unlike anything you’ve ever heard, at least from him. The foray into the unknown is already beginning with a series of firsts, the next being a stir in your belly upon seeing your boss so on edge and all because of you. A power trip.

The confidence may have left him, but not you. Because when you turn to leave, the pleats of your skirt swaying and descending around you in a sinful halo, you can feel his eyes boring into you, Reigen falling headfirst into the brief moment of reprieve to quell his curiosity.

You could get used to this.

He, on the other hand, is spiraling. Sure, he’s stolen long looks at you when you’re greeting clients or working on the computer but all that was harmless. This? This is dangerous.

His composure coming undone and his head steaming like a pot with water boiling over, being left alone with his thoughts is a much worse decision than Reigen anticipated. He sits in the unbearable thick silence, back hunched over with his hands together and fingers splayed, unable and not wanting to erase that image of you in his mind.

He swears he’s not a bad guy. He liked you before this, he tells himself. It’s not out of left field for him to ogle you in your natural element. Absorb what he can. Besides, there’s more to you than just the sashay of your hips, the peek of supple flesh just underneath your chic skirt… But god if that isn’t the only thing clogging his thoughts.

A new batch of perspiration starting to build up in his pores, Reigen fights it with regular inhales-exhales, telling himself he’s fine and can manage. But even he knows that’s not the case.

You have to know– there’s just no mistaking the gloss of sweat that streaks down from both temples, even after he tries to get rid of the evidence with a tissue he’s nabbed from your coffee table. And there’s no cloaking the frazzled expression flush over his face, cheeks a subtle pink when you return, glass of water in hand.

You so badly want to ask if everything is okay, make him answer you with a warbled voice and put on a show like he does for clients that catch him off guard, but even you have a limit.

You sit next to him, leaving a cushion space between the two of you. Your smile is angelic, so much so that Reigen feels bad. He feels terrible because he wants to bring you down to his level, make you fall just like you did him.

Because there’s just no way you feel the same.

Your living room is humble but still bigger than his studio apartment; there’s pictures in varying frames and sizes aligned on your wall, featuring people he doesn’t know. Featuring a side of you he doesn’t know. A sick feeling in his gut sinks like an anchor, chains of jealousy falling in clumps all around him but then you look at him with your eyes absolutely sparkling with intrigued enthusiasm, and he feels the weight leave just as quick as it came.

You smile but really, you don’t know what to say now that your run of temptation has slowed down. Do you talk about work? Do you play 21 Questions? Do you talk about yourself?

Much to your relief, it’s Reigen that cuts through the silence after a much needed half-glass of water. “So, any of your friends,” An open palm gestures towards the wall of memories, “going to be there tonight?”

And surprisingly enough, it’s this simple question that gets the ball rolling because then it’s talking about some of the events portrayed in the pictures, sharing of stories, and most importantly, shared laughter.

You don’t know why - and neither does he - why it took you two so long to do something like this.

So much so, you’re a twinge disappointed when your phone rouses awake on the coffee table; it’s your friend.

“Oh, that’s them. Hold on.” You get back on your feet, ambling to your kitchenette and giving your friend the usual greeting before asking, “So where are you guys? Are you there yet?”

Reigen watches you walk away, surprisingly able to resist the urge to visually devour your legs once again because now he’s thinking about something else: that this is already inherently different from the many group outings the Spirits and Such family has had since you came on board, but not just because it’s you and him and you and him alone.

It’s because with just the two of you, the chemistry you have is undeniable. It’s not clouded by conversations from two or three different people. It’s not interrupted by bursts of laughter, of which either one of you is swept up by the buzzing fun. It’s real, it’s organic, and it’s… It’s going to be difficult to ignore moving forward.

Even more so now because when you return, with one of your hands idly playing with the bottom hem of your skirt, you give him a game-changing update.

“Soo, they all have food poisoning… Real glad I turned down their lunch invite.” You say, relief whistling from pursed lips with only a small shrug slumping your shoulders.

You don’t look… All that upset, Reigen notices. Shouldn’t you? It’s your birthday after all… “I’m sorry to hear that… We can still go, if you’d like?” It’s not a pity offer. It’s very real. He hopes you know that.

You do. But… “I have something a little different in mind… If you’re up for it.”

Because you’re not going to let anything hold you back– not friends, not food poisoning, not even an act of god. No, you’re going to make your own plans.

It is your birthday after all.

“... And you’re sure you want to spend it with your boss?” He asks you with a chuckle when the two of you raise the first glass of the night.

“No.” A clink and a giggle and you say the words that seal your fate for the night, “I want to spend it with you.”

Oh. Well, who is he to deny the birthday girl?

And that’s how one drink turns to two. Then three. Then… You’ve lost count.

But Reigen hasn’t. He’s only one drink in and that’s by choice; the lightweight is already slush with alcohol all the same.

Besides… He wants to remember you like this.

How you laugh a little louder, smile a little wider…

How you touch him… Touch him a lot more than you ever would sober.

Stripped of your inhibitions and loosely guarded, your hands travel where they want and he lets them. A pang of guilt rattles his ribcage because he should be stronger than this. But he tried, he promises– he’s a good guy, but even that thought is strained when you scoot so close you’re leg-to-leg with the man and you can only produce a look of disappointment when he tries to add in some distance.

Because… You feel the same. He sees it now, so clearly even through the blur of a lemon sour.

So this is… This is fine, right?

Letting your hand make a lazy clasp around his thigh. Letting your alcohol-spotted lips coo in drunk marvel at the defined muscle you’ve just squeezed. Letting your fingers walk up his suit until they’re hooked around his tie. Letting you help him out of his suit when you slur about him being overdressed.

All of that is fine, right?

So then it’s okay for him to do the same, for his much larger hands to mimic the actions of yours. For his fingers to play with the elastic band of your stockings, dipping underneath to feel for himself the supple flesh he’s been eyeing all night.

Reigen has to stifle a groan, harbor it in his throat, when you clench your sweet thighs together, smushing his hand into an open palm over your leg. The way you feel, how much of your softness comes to meet his touch is making the room feel so, so much smaller.

He doesn’t have to wonder if it’s you or the alcohol that’s making him so dizzy. He knows.

You watch as his fingers curl in, daring to give you a squeeze. The room is quiet. You swallow thickly. Head heavy with what feels like cotton balls, your eyes are slow to wander up Reigen’s body but when they finally get to his face, you find that his gaze had been waiting for you the entire time.

The next few seconds are a motion blur.

The urge to kiss him at its peak, you move in… And so does he. It’s a kiss that quickly comes to house a chorus of groans from the both of you, both your lips quickly wetting with spit and clumsily sealing the lewd tremors from your throats.

Noses brush together. Teeth clatter when they bump. But your veins crave more. Through the fog of the alcohol, you try to will your legs to move but for better or worse, your muscles seize up.

That’s okay. Reigen tells you, not with words but with hands on your waist that can’t help but dig in as he guides you on your back. Let me.

He huddles over you, breath dense with want. You watch his chest cave in and release, that’s how heavy he’s panting over you and all just before he dives in for another kiss that feels as important to him as breathing. The kiss is somewhat discoordinated again – your mouths nearly miss and there’s spin staining your cheeks – but who can blame either one of you?

After all, for how long has this been in the making?

How long has it been since you started daydreaming of this very moment? And how could it be so much better than your imagination already, spirits and all? Reigen kisses you at a feverish pace, knees closing in on your hips and his hands at either side of your face, holding firmly as though you’ll slip through his fingers otherwise.

He gives you a hungry groan to swallow and you return the noise in kind with a whine that rumbles all the way from your chest, your hips pushing up and out to try and grab some friction. Something. Anything.

You taste like candied alcohol; sickly sweet, Reigen thinks but pushes his tongue in your mouth anyways. The way you just give in his hold, the noises he manages to lick out of you, it’s making his slacks hurt fucking terribly.

You giggle loosely against the corner of his mouth, droopily kissing a path of kisses to his jawline. “You’re really enjoying this.” You observe cheekily, openly teasing your boss as though you aren’t just as culpable, just as dirty. As if your panties weren’t already giving way to your slick.

“I – I can stop.” Reigen mumbles, though he isn’t convincing anyone with the way he’s already leaning up against your lips, relenting in the way your mouth so greedily latches onto him. Your mouth… It just feels so good…

He’s said the last part out loud, he realizes it now from the way your lips purse and suck around his tender flesh. You’re going to leave him a mark. He should stop you.

But he doesn’t stop you, because he doesn’t want to.

His hips start their attempts to meet yours, Reigen humping into the air like an animal. He knows it’s pitiful, can feel the shame trickle down his temples in slithering beads of sweat, but he just can’t seem to get himself under control.

“Please,” He rasps, “Please tell me you want this.” He’ll allow your kisses, your hands to memorize his body if you just –

“Yes, Reigen.” You say so hushed, “Of course I do.” The words tumble together in a slur. But your intention is clear when you suddenly yank his hand and direct him to your dripping cunt from underneath your wrinkled skirt.

His breath rasps in his throat, his fingers curling into your seductive heat. He wasn’t expecting you to hold him there, jump right into goading his fingers to take a peek under the innocent hemline of your panties. Hell, he hasn’t even gotten to fondle your tits yet.

“You’re crazy.” Reigen is kissing to the side of your face, lips dragging as he shifts focus to getting his fingers under that pesky mesh band that rubs up against his fingertips from in between your legs. His cock throbs, aches from the unsatisfactory friction against his briefs.

You sweep your lower half up in a waving motion, loosely running your puffed clit along Reigen’s hand with a beautifully blissful sigh waiting for him at every peak. Eyelashes fluttering, your vision is a little blurry but you can just make out the staunch outline of his member straining through cotton fabric. Back lifting off the couch, you reach over and cup a squeeze, lips popping apart for a gasp as you get a taste of just how hard he is.

You grope and feel, pull and squeeze, all to satiate your perverted curiosity. Reigen’s cock… His shaft is slender but his girth is taut and as you run through his length, every time making him whimper and buck in your hand, you also discover just how much precum he’s already leaking out. “You feel so good,” Your voice is drawn out with a lewd whine, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Reigen groans, mostly in pleasure but partly because he can’t believe it. “Oh?” His mouth at your ear, he clamps down on the shell for a nibble. “That makes two of us then.” He pants with an open mouth when you start massaging his twitching erection, “G-God.” He pulls away to spoil himself with another look at your plump legs cuffed by the sheer socks. “How’d you know I love thigh highs?” He grunts, one hand sliding down your body.

At this, you laugh. It’s airy and it’s short but gives Reigen pause. He pulls away, though still lets you rub firm strokes down his dick with just your thumb. He looks confused and in the haze of your drunkenness, you realize that you just gave yourself up.

How– How do you explain that to him? You remember being so damn sure earlier, with your goal to finally start something with your boss taking root earlier that day, but that was when you thought you could keep your advantage under wraps! You hiccup, “U-Uh, well…”

He’s looking at you expectantly. What are you going to say?

“I saw your porn earlier.”

The truth. You decide to go with the truth.

“My what ?!”

You realize now how that sounds, so you scramble to explain, “E-Email! You got an email. I, um… I opened it.” Shame’s got a chokehold on you right now. “I-I’m sorry! I was just curious! I wanted to know what you liked so I could– so I could get your attention! I w-wanted… I wanted you to see me that way.”

You watch Reigen’s throat tense on a hard swallow. He’s thinking.

Well, you did already confess your feelings, feelings he returns and then some…

With a small tremble, Reigen lurches forward until his lips are at your ear. You can’t hear him take a breath but you can feel it: it’s hot and sharp on your skin, making your pores bead up with sweat. “D-Did you want to do… Anything that you saw?” His voice is husky and several shades desperate. Rubbing against you is his hard on, throbbing and unashamed. “I-I– I already saw– see you that way.” He says in a deeply strained croak after a hearty pause.

That’s what gets you where you are now, still on the couch with your knees wedged up to your ears and Reigen crouched face deep into your plump cunt. Hungry swipes of his tongue over your panty-clad folds send shivers up to your mind. You grit your teeth in pain and pleasure– it’s close but not enough…

Reigen seems to be enjoying himself though, tongue nice and flat dragging slobber up your nether lips, every exhale accompanied by a tempered groan over your pussy. “Tastes so good…” He whimpers and sniffs, sucking on your lips with juicy puckers through the fabric. You watch his beautiful brown eyes start to flutter back, watch just how much of a lush your boss is for your warm cunt.

Still in awe, Reigen just barely gets to prying your underwear from your sticky inner thighs with the hook of one finger. “Mmmm,” He’s humming into your bare skin now and it makes you raise your hips off the couch right into his mouth, “Such a sweet pussy…”

Your hand finds refuge in his hair, pushing his choppy fringe back and holding on, something Reigen seems to enjoy if the muffled sound of his moaning is any indication. His gaze flickers upwards, the man currently lolling his velvety warm muscle through your labia minora, ending every cycle with a flick to your swollen clit in a strike that has you seeing white. He gives nasty, wet and loud kisses to your bud, drawing your tender collection of nerves between his lips until your aroma is thick in his mouth.

“Could eat you out all day.” Reigen huffs, coming up for air and looking so disheveled, your pussy throbs. His hair is all out of sorts, sticking up where it shouldn’t with sweat. His chin is dripping with your fluids and his. He looks so fucking good.

Your foot wobbles as it winds up Reigen’s outer thigh and your voice is a wispy shadow of your usual volume but you still manage to tease, “Then why’d you stop?”

And with a sheepish chuckle and his cheekbones aglow, he admits, “I was… Really close to cumming.” You giggle but the way your tongue wipes over your bottom lip tells him you like that.

“You wanna ?” Syllables blurring together, you turn the tables as you rise to your knees, cushions dipping under the weight shift as you lean closer and closer until it’s Reigen’s back along your couch and you between his legs.

… He doesn’t last long. How could he?

Your mouth was pure heaven on his cock, sucking up the pre-cum that was still driveling down his pinkened shaft. You had just gotten to the base, mouth leaking with saliva when all of a sudden, his hands were on the back of your head and his hips were pathetically rocking spurts of hot cum down your throat.

“Shit– I’m sorry I didn’t–”

His cock springs out of your mouth (his decision), spouting spit and cum with it. His hands flit about in the air; he’s trying to come up with something, anything that could redeem him but then he sees you, finger running across your lips and scooping up every last dribble of his load for swallowing, and his blood runs south.

And all you have to say for yourself is: “Can you go again?”

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+!!! fem!reader. references to breasts/pussy. you send nudes to reigen and reigen leaves you a nice lil voicemail.

despite all your urging, reigen just will not upgrade from that flip phone of his so you have to resort to the only alternative you have: email. because you are not about to send a top-tier nude only for it to get compressed to hell and back by the archaic technology's pixel limitations.

( 📨 YOU'VE GOT MAIL! )

you're a fiend when it comes to teasing reigen; you don't just stop at one nude. no, no- that's no fun. the first of many in the email thread starts tame enough but it's still wickedly enticing: a mirror selfie, showing you with the same tussled hair you woke up with and dressed in nothing but one of reigen's sleep shirts. the bottom hem is riding up just enough to give him an appetizing view of your thighs but just you in his shirt is enough to drive him wild. he's in front of a client when he gets the email notification and he knows your scheme but he can never resist opening any message from you up as soon as he receives it. it's fine, he can recover.

the second image is another mirror selfie, the motif for the day it seems. only now the shirt is raised, your panties on full display. he has to minimize the window fast, lest he incur further damage than the twitch in his pants.

the third is the first with a caption: "miss you arataka" the shirt's long been tossed aside, but instead of seeing the matching bra to your underwear, he's given an eye full of your bare breasts. your free hand has one of your tits squeezed, the expression on your face impish because you know reigen is going to go so red, so hot that steam will practically be shooting from his ears. you're right, but now reigen has to relieve himself in the bathroom because if he doesn't, he'll still be hard by the time his next appointment comes in.

the last is the piece de resistance: a video. like all the others, you're still in front of the mirror and perched at the end your bed. you have your legs spread, giving the camera (and reigen) a perfect view of your dewy pussy, your clit puffy as you roll circles around the hood with your index finger. the phone captures your breathy moans perfectly, picking up on every incantation of arataka and every rolling groan. you grind your hips against your own hand, lightly so as not to lose your balance but the friction is enough for you to bite your lip. the video abruptly ends, much to reigen's behest.

and he's sure to let you know his dismay.

because reigen doesn't prefer to send nudes. no, his form of phone sex is voicemails.

"oi- what's going on today?" you can hear the cling of his belt buckle in the background. "you know i'd go home to you but every client's confirmed today... this'll have to do." the last sentence is more for him than you. you hear the rustling of his slacks, the relief in his groan when he finally frees his aching cock. reigen spits into his hand p-tuhh! and then you hear the squelch of his strokes, the sound getting louder and faster by the second. "hhhnn-- haah-- haah," now his noises are getting you going. "you look so good. hngh, need to fill you up. you better be ready for me when i get home." he grunts and you hear a thump! as his back falls to the wall, reigen's pants a continued soundtrack as he masturbates to the pictures and videos you spoiled him with throughout the day. this doesn't go on for long, it's hard for reigen to contain himself when it comes to you. and so, the finale to his voicemail is the delicious sound of him cumming, no doubt into his own hand, all the while he croons your name. "see you in a bit." he rasps into the phone's microphone before you hear a click.

*₊˚💬୧ hehehe last piece for the year! thank you to everyone for all your encouragement, laughs, and love. it means the world to me and i hope we get to bond more over stupid sexy animemen in 2023. also not sober atm so THIS IS NOT PROOF READ AIGHT!!!

#reigen #reigen arataka #mp reigen #reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #reigen x you #reigen arataka x you #reigen arataka smut #mp100 imagines #mob psycho x reader #mob psycho 100 x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for reigen. ꒱

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ᰔ ̗̀➛ CHAPTER O2. LIKE A MOVIE.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab!reader. boss-employee relationship. no actual sex during the chapter's events, but recollections of the night before are included and are nsfw in nature.biting. reader described as wearing makeup (not specified). light mentions of nausea. she/her pronouns used. reader is referred to as a woman. 2.1k word count.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ CHAPTER ONE. chapter two at last!

ᰔ ̗̀➛ MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

Okay, so you had sex with your boss.

This is a fact you cannot run away from, no matter how many times you splash water on your face. You still try until your cheeks tingle with a wet sting but it works against you when you so easily envision everything that happened the night before.

He’d started it with teasing trails of kisses, clumsily suckling your breasts in his mouth on the way down. When he got to your thighs, he’d changed tactics yet again. He licked and bit, though never past the point of discomfort, and even admired his work with a feathery groan in awe, “Wow…”

His hands… You’re remembering how they groped and grabbed with the skill of a novice but… It wasn’t exactly bad. No, you liked how he was a little rough but his fingers were not. His fingers were smooth and moving like a wave, your breasts squeezed between them with your nipples hardening almost immediately. You enjoyed the way his thumb would occasionally miss your clit, grazing over just enough to make it throb and ache. He would undoubtedly get better with the right partner.

You hope that partner is you.

Your feelings congest in a lump that wedges itself in your throat. Reigen Arataka… Just how long have you been harboring your feelings for the man? You can count the months on one hand. You can’t count the reasons though; that would be impossible.

You don’t want this to be a fling. Just the thought of you two only being each other’s unspoken one night stand makes your chest feel wound up, your heart beating so hard the pulses are like earthquakes against your eardrums. Doesn’t he deserve better than that?

Don’t you?

You hang your head and hold in a groan. Stewing in this dilemma, you come to the conclusion that things can only go one of two ways.

Possibility number one: the two of you conquer Mount Awkward, discover your feelings have been mutual all along, and something beautiful comes out of it! Everyone wins!

Possibility number two: your hopes are dead on arrival.

This isn’t helping the queasy feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

The door knob to your bathroom wobbles, your hand incapable of getting a grip because… You can’t either. But you can’t hide in the bathroom forever. You’re scared to swallow because you’re afraid it will just come back up. You close your eyes, draw in a breath and open the door with a creak announcing your presence.

When you’d left the bed (freak out well contained, if you do say so yourself) he was still sound asleep with one hand lax on his stomach while the other was outstretched and just barely touching the headboard. You hope that’s what you come back to.

But because this is real life and not a movie, he’s wide awake. Awake and sat on his side of the bed, nursing a hangover headache with a rubbing palm heel over his temple but alert.

There’s been a lot running through Reigen’s mind since your absence stirred him from his sleep.

He hadn’t even realized he was searching for you, the salacious fact of the matter still a short ways away from any sort of conscious thought; it was just a feeling that something, somebody, should be there and when his hand abruptly fell flat on the mattress, it woke him up.

What helped him sober up is the scent from your bedsheets, namely your pillow. It’s the same aroma he’s always found himself indulging in a little too long some mornings, sometimes by drawing close to you with the excuse of checking up on your work and sometimes by simply trying to figure out its notes to its fragrance… So he could buy you a bottle for your birthday.

Your birthday…

His stomach unknowingly mimics yours, bile already a threat from the depths of his throat, when last night comes like a tsunami over his aching head. We really… We really did. He thinks just as his cheeks flare up a red that would make any rose jealous.

Shit. He realizes just how sweaty he is, the sticky chill of his clothes clinging to his body… He can’t smell the perspiration and he hopes you don’t either.

Never drinking alcohol ever again. He swears, just as he hears the door knob turn.

“Hey…”

His ears burn just like his face, the red streak spreading even worse when he’s picked up his head at the sound of your voice. Sleep still clings to your voice and even now, he can’t help but think about how cute you sound. How he’d love to hear it again.

But do you?

He remembers, through the fog of oral sex (which is not helping his composure, or lack thereof), that you came onto him. Not that he’s blaming you, he’s feeling absolutely rotten for taking advantage of you. It was your birthday and you were drunk, as was he but he should have done better. Been better. The bitter seed of hate starts to sprout from his stomach, easily capable of growing to thorny vines that will most certainly do him in from the inside out.

“H-Hey.” He answers you after a pause that felt like an eternity for the both of you. He didn’t mean for you to wait, just… You get it; he sees it written all over your face… Along with your makeup smeared just under your lower lashes.

You’re like him, still wearing your outfit from last night even with your thigh highs still on, albeit rolled down a little but that didn’t save you from getting those treadmarks from your socks’ stitching. But his eyes start to drift elsewhere, noting your slumped shirt collar that’s exposing the faintest of teeth parts and a soft splash of hue that can only be a bruise. No, a hickie. There’s similar ones all over your legs, going beyond that and disappearing under the bottom hem of your skirt.

His nerve knot themselves together in his throat, nice and tight, seeing you in such a state of disarray. But dammit, how do you still look good?

“I’m really sorry for last night.” The words somehow manage through the tangled cluster of regret and anxiety, Reigen’s fingers splayed against each other as he croaks, “I shouldn’t…” There’s no pretty way to say it, “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.” I can’t lose her… Or go through a lawsuit.

“N-No, I mean…” You yourself are now struggling to speak, though your throat feels like it’s caving in and tightening, both from the realization and desperate need to keep Reigen in your life because of the way he sounds… You wonder if he can get past the solemn magnitude of his perspective.

But no – “This isn’t a black-and-white situation, Reigen… You know that, right?” You broach the topic tenderly, “We were both drunk, well… Tipsy.” Those two outcomes from earlier are still both in play and the longer that lasts, the more you’re going to feel like you’re walking on pins and needles.

“You’re right about that but my head is killing me… I don’t drink that often.” Reigen admits, ignorant to the very fact that the only bartender he sees has stopped putting alcohol in his lemon sours long ago. That’s why it hit him especially hard last night. “I just wanted to have a good time with you.” He almost sounds remorseful, as though he’s already resigned to a fate where you two… You two…

“Wasn’t it a good time?” Your voice is meek and… Unlike you. You, too, have a degree of sadness in your voice.

But of course, and like the rom-coms you’ve seen, you two are both preemptively grieving for the same hope.

His breath catches in his lungs, what he is able to breathe drying up the already sore tunnel of his throat. What were you saying? He needs to know more. “Please. I need you to be honest with me.”

You’ve never heard Reigen with such a burden so grave. It almost freezes you where you stand, an equal distance from your bathroom and where Reigen continues to sit on your bed. You simply nod, needing the second to collect yourself enough to be able to answer him when it really counts.

“Do you have feelings for me?” His heartbeat is loud, it’s a painful combination with the thudding headache wracking his skull. Not to mention the sickness in his stomach that would rival a massive infection. “Because…” No, he can’t let you start without telling you, as clear and audible as he can, “I have feelings for you. I’ve had feelings for you.”

A gasp rushes out of you like a flood. Your heart… It’s starting to ache with how much your blood is rushing through your body. You want to ask for how long. But you don’t want to spend another second in the torture of waiting. “I feel the same way. I’ve felt this way for a while, Reigen.”

Now comes the exchange of stares wide with disbelief. How did either of you never see that? Never know that. You’re both looping this in your head and the only thing Reigen can will his body to do is pat the spot on the bed next to him.

You take the offer almost instantly, quickly too as you need, absolutely need……. to hug him. And as much as it stirs the nausea in his stomach, he says nothing and hugs you back, his hands sweeping up your shoulder blades while your arms wrap him over his neck. “I didn’t know.”

“Then I must have done a pretty good job at hiding it.” Reigen murmurs back, nose in your hair and taking in your scent… So close and for the first time… Well, first time he can recall. He prays this isn’t a dream. It can’t be, not when he’s finally, finally getting to hold you. “But I wouldn’t have been able to tell from you either.”

Reigen swallows something he’s ashamed to say would’ve been more bile than truth. He pulls away from the hug, your arms snaking off of him but he holds his hands to your shoulders, just as snug. “I’m serious about you. I’ve never felt this way about a person before.” He gulps, never having the opportunity to say this to anyone before you. He looks at you without straying, biting his lip at every pause. “I don’t have a lot of experience.” His natural instinct is to lie, elevate what little he feels he can from himself but he shakes his head immediately. He can’t do that to you. Won’t ever do that to you.

“No, that’s not true. I have zero experience in this area… Last night was my first time. I’ve never…” Now that he’s being honest, it’s like his body knows he’s getting the opportunity to let the floodgates flow and tell you everything. “I never pursued anything like that. At least… Never got far. And the first day we met? When you came in for the interview? I couldn’t believe that the only woman I wanted to pursue was right in front of me and how could I pursue you if I gave you the job?”

You’re taken aback, shoulders twitching the slightest bit in Reigen’s hold but you remain locked in and of your own volition. You… Your face is hot now, so much in fact that it makes even your skin clammy.

“But… I needed the help… And you needed the job. I couldn’t be selfish. I doubt you would have taken any offer of a date if I had picked anyone else.” That last sentence is marked with a light chuckle, Reigen’s mouth parched so the laugh is dry too. “And… I didn’t know you well, but I hope I’m not the only one that felt we connected. You don’t have to tell me if it di-”

“It did.” You say, quick and soft but confident. “I was attracted to you before you even opened your mouth. You didn’t even lose points when you did speak.” How could you resist cracking a joke of your own? He got to, after all. This makes you smile even more.

“O-Oh.” He wasn’t expecting that, surprise showing up in blooming reds all over his face. “Well then…” Reigen doesn’t even bother hiding his face from you, his blustering expression, because by the look on your face, you’re charmed. Absolutely bewitched. “Things happen the way they do, I suppose.”

His hands rub light circles over your shoulders before walking down your arms until he can have your fingers in his. He massages your hands, rubbing sweet strokes with his thumb. “Please. I need you in my life.”

“I need you in mine.” You breathe with what little you can. “Reigen…”

“Be mine.” You don’t give him a second to wait. “Yes.”

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₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab!reader. dubcon (it's written with reader consenting in mind but just in case). somnophilia. vague mention of edging.

your good boyfriend reigen ... who's never said no to your polite but so-coy-it's-cute way of asking for a massage, because the exaggerated puppy eyes and pout you give him is second to none.

your good boyfriend reigen ... who will always let you have his serving of ajitama when you go out for ramen.

your good boyfriend reigen ... who will always give you his coat when it suddenly gets cold out (even when it's the only thing hiding a profane patch of sweat on his dress shirt).

your good boyfriend reigen ... who will always lend you his ear, his heart, when you've had a bad day and need to get it all out. because even after his longest, most strenuous shifts, he wants to make sure you, the most important person, are taken care of.

your good boyfriend reigen ... who will always make sure every inch of you feels just how much he loves, no- how much he needs you.

his hands, they squeeze and drag your supple flesh as they grope and grab their way down your body. he can't get enough of your thighs - god your thighs - as he humps his cock between their pillowy embrace, reigen puffing out your name in every strained gasp of air until...

until he's finally pressing his cock in, thumbpad flush against his frenulum, and your pussy sucks him in just right. it's like you were made for him.

so you can't blame him for wanting more, right? for edging himself past your first orgasm, chasing his own until your cunt is twitching out a bubbly, milky-toned ring of your combined release? or for eating out your first climax straight into the next?

but all that said, you've never been able to outlast him. reigen can quite literally fuck you until he's passing out... which is still long after you. because to be honest...

your good boyfriend reigen doesn't stop fucking you even when he notices your eyelids are drooped low and heavy. he'll kiss to the shell of your ear, "s'okay if i keep going?" wait for a grumble, and then go right back to drilling his achingly hard cock in your pussy; it's squeezing him so tight it's gotta be asking for more...

#reigen smut #reigen arataka smut #reigen #reigen arataka #reigen x you #reigen x reader #reigen x y/n #reigen arataka x you #reigen arataka x reader #reigen arataka x y/n #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for reigen. ꒱

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₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ reigen arataka x afab!reader. nsfw but brief description of sex in the beginning. discussion of weight gain and body insecurity. lots of validation for our favorite conman. 1.4k word count.

The two of you tumble into the bedroom, bumping into walls and any furniture along the way with muffled laughs and kiss-bruised lips. There isn’t a whiff of alcohol between you, no– you’re just that lucky in love.

You’ve been dating for four hundred seventy-three days; you count the days like you’re a lovestruck teenager with your first boyfriend and you do so unashamedly. How could you not? His nose wrinkles in the cutest way possible and his cheeks always flare up in heat and color whenever you bring it up; you’d be crazy not to keep it up after all this time.

A flustered Reigen Arataka is an irresistible one indeed.

Your breaths are rushed and hot, the kisses starting to make your mouth ache but you wouldn’t stop for the world. The taste of his need fills your mouth as his tongue lavs over yours. He gives you plenty of moans to swallow and the lustful timbre in his voice makes you embarrassingly wet.

A fact he realizes with deft fingers that run between your thighs, taking a generous swipe of what’s been gathering in those black panties of yours. Reigen shudders, a groan escaping his throat as his cock throbs awake in his pants. Your slick builds up around his digits and as much as he’d like a taste…

He’s been craving you all night. It wasn’t fair– you weren’t fair. You’d worn that dress, the one you know renders Reigen incapable of keeping his eyes to himself and now that he has you, he doesn’t plan on keeping his hands to himself either.

So he leaves your side, breath stuttering on a moan as your hand slides up his bulging hard-on. You give the glans a good squeeze and smirk to yourself when you feel the wetness you were expecting.

Reigen groans, chest jutting out as his whole body struggles to meet your touch again. He wants more… Needs more…

But first…

He has to turn off the lights. Reigen knows you’re going to ask him about it and that’s what he has been dreading most because then he’ll have to tell you but there is a reason he wants to run from this inevitable conversation; if Reigen talks about it, it becomes real. What if you hadn’t even noticed? What if it becomes something you end up scrutinizing more and more each day until you eventually become so repulsed you leave him altogether?

In his heart of hearts, Reigen knows you would never do something so cruel but… The insecurity festering within him is making his thoughts ugly, as ugly as he feels.

Because for a good while now, Reigen’s been struggling. Every day, he has to look in the mirror and see what he hates: the pudge that’s made a home under his belly button, the subtle pink stretch marks on his lower back and thighs, the overly plump upper arms he now sports… He hates it.

Today was a particularly rough one and of course, it was another secret he painfully made himself keep; the first shirt he tried on for your weekly date no longer fit him. You would have never guessed that was why he changed shirts so fast.

“What are you doing, Arataka?”

Oh boy. Here we go. He thinks to himself, hoping he doesn’t hurl when he turns around.

His eyes meet yours as you walk to the end of the bed on your hands and knees, already stripped nude. God, you look so good. Why can’t that be the focus right now?!

“U-Uh…” Reigen knows the words will come out, he just doesn’t know how with the tension knot that’s making his throat seize up.

You quirk a brow at his odd behavior. “Is something wrong?” His face is wrinkling up in the way it does when he’s stressed, making you finish your crawl in favor of sitting at the edge of the bed. “Do you want to talk about it?” You ask as you pat the spot next to you, inviting him to join.

“Heh. Is that really a question?” Reigen responds sheepishly but heads over anyway. He looks over at you as you chuckle at his comeback. Your laugh is a brief respite from the lurch in his stomach at least.

You smile, though say nothing. You know him. The words will come.

“It’s just…” Reigen trails off. At least he can find solace in knowing that once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. With a lofty sigh, he tries again, “I’ve gained weight. I know I’ve never exactly been skinny but I’ve gained weight and it shows– and what’s worse, nothing has changed! I’m not eating any differently and y-yeah, I may not go running as often…”

He has to stop because a sob threatens to come out like bile and if he’s going to cry, he doesn’t want it to be so soon.

Reigen’s words are still settling in your brain anyways, the same way an anchor sinks to the bottom of the sea. Heavy.

You… You had no idea. You see each other every day so gradual changes like weight gain fly under the radar but you can see what he’s talking about.

And he sees you noticing the very signs of what upsets him so. You’ve found the longest streak of indented skin and it makes him freeze up.

“Hey, hey…” You notice his muscles tensing tight after a second of staring, for which you can only say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just stared like that… But I swear, my attention was caught in a good way.” He looks at you like he doesn’t believe you and that’s fair; it’s that half-smile that gives him away because Reigen Arataka doesn’t do anything in half measures when it comes to the people he cares deeply about. “Please… Don’t hold anything back.” Your murmur as your head reaches out to hold his.

Reigen nods; it’s an acknowledgement and a promise.

“That’s why I put on a different shirt before we left. The old one didn’t fit. It’s not the first one either.” He mutters.

There’s a hint of shame poisoning his words and it stabs you like a dagger. You wish you could take away the pain and make him see what you see.

“I’m… Bigger.” It looks like it kills him to even say it because it does. “I hate it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he starts to.

That’s when you dive in for a hug, your arms looping around him in a hug that only gets tighter the more he sniffles into your chest (which is a lot, to be fair). You just hold him for a moment and when the shivers slow down, that’s when you start to speak, “I wish you would have told me sooner… But I understand why you didn’t.” You start to stroke the back of his head, your fingers weaving expertly through his auburn locks.

“But for what it’s worth…” You murmur, your head still resting against his as your voice picks up after a beat of silence, “I think you look great… And that’s after getting a closer look at you. You don’t have to believe that right now but you will. I’ll make you if you don’t.”

The joke gets a laugh out of him, which you were hoping since it sort of just fell out of your mouth.

“I don’t care how much weight you gain; it’s still you and I love you at any size.” You shake your head, correcting yourself sternly as you pull back so he can see the bold look in your eyes while still in your embrace, “I’m attracted to you at any size. That’s never going to change, even if you get a little bigger or a lot bigger.”

There’s a faint glow in his eyes that wasn’t there before. His confidence may have been getting more and more shattered as of late but here you are, picking up the pieces and happy to do so.

“I love you.” He breathes, docking his forehead to yours as he closes his eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You repeat, meaning it down to your soul. “We don’t have to have sex tonight.” You assure him on the off chance he was worried about that.

His simple nod answers you just as well as any word can.

Smiling, you continue to hold him close. His breaths become yours. Both of you just linger in the comfortable silence until your lips find his ear and your whisper finds his soul, “Then next time… I hope you let me see what else I can kiss to my heart’s delight.”

You can hear him gulp and then squeak out a flustered whimper, “Y-Yes.”

Clearing his throat, Reigen hoarsely speaks, almost pleadingly, “I’d like that.”

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arabaka · 9 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ content warnings : nsfw. noncon. gn!reader. somnophilia. masturbation. reigen touches himself while you sleep.

childhood friend! reigen running into you at a market... you tell him you're just visiting for the week... mid-conversation, you get a call that there's been an issue with your rental and so now you have nowhere else to go... he offers up his place, halfheartedly warning you it's nothing special....

childhood friend! reigen who is a great host, considering the circumstances... even gives up his bed for you... he can take the futon, it's no big deal...

childhood friend! reigen who takes it all back and crawls into bed with you in the middle of the night...

childhood friend! reigen who can't believe after all these years, you still have the same signature smell... his nose in your sweet scented hair, he gets his fill with eyes rolling back and a sweaty hand already in his boxers.

childhood friend! reigen who humps into his hand as fast and sporadically as he can without waking you, hips spasming just from the thought of getting to touch you.

childhood friend! reigen who feels so, so bad but can't stop the furious pace of his fist, honest...

childhood friend! reigen who cums a pathetically huge, sticky load in his underwear like the degenerate he realizes he's always been.

childhood friend! reigen who wakes you up with a plate of breakfast and a morning greeting, "hey. how'd you sleep?"

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arabaka · 4 months

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reigen with freckles you can kiss <3 mapping them out like they're the most beautiful constellations you've ever seen, each point represented by a kiss that has him gasping and sighing. you connect them with the smooth stroke of your finger even after goosebumps start to prickle his skin. <3

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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x telepath!fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! you 'n reigen are practically strangers. clit riding. breast fondling/sucking. car sex. public sex. unprotected sex (he cums inside you!) WORD COUNT: 2.1K PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

Fog nestles on your car’s windows, winter creeping up on your vehicle but you stay nice and warm, though not without help.

Your clit grinding down on the thigh of a man you hardly know, you breathe nice and slow, moans intermittently dicing the hushed sounds reverberating around the backseat. Your hands smooth down his gray suit, following the creases down his sleeves until you’re gripping his stiffened palms and planting them on your bottom. Almost reflexively, his fingers bend, curling into the fat of your ass and digging in over your skirt. And you lean into his touch, drawing your hips back and giving him another pretty sigh as your cunt, nice and wet even through your panties, drags along his leg. You’re too much and he didn’t even know your name.

How could he not know your name?

“You’re thinking too much.” You murmur between faint kisses on his neck, fighting the temptation to suck and bite. “My name is—”

He cuts you off with a grunt, his head falling back when your teeth just barely graze his flesh. “I thought I said - haah - not to do that?” You remove yourself from the crook of his neck, giving him a pout even though he has his eyes shut in rapture at merely getting to touch you with his leg. “Yeah, yeah, no mind reading.” You concede but not without a little cheeky, whispered threat while you leave a heated kiss by his ear, “But then that means I can’t stop someone from catching us. I didn’t know you were that kind of guy, Reigen-san.”

He’s not that kind of guy. He’s not the type to meet a girl, take her out, and have a public rendezvous because well– he’s not the type of guy to even get to step two of that routine and it shows with the spot of pre-cum welling up by the bulge in his slacks. He hopes you don’t notice. So you do.

You dab your thumb in the stain and make a show of licking the residue clean, an act that makes Reigen sink further into the car seat and glow a bright red. You love the way he squirms under you, clearly at your mercy by the way his knee won’t stop shaking but that works just fine for you as you bob up and down his thigh with the best brush to your clit each time. On a moan, your hand slides down your skirt, fingers dipping into your panties and coming out with your index finger coated in your arousal. “Now we’re even.” You tell him with your digit pressed to his mouth, your slick leaving a glossy shine over Reigen’s lips. Proud of your work and wanting a taste, you draw Reigen in with a kiss, your hands balled up in fists by his shirt collar as you pull him close.

Starting to come into his own, the erotic essence of you on his tongue making him brave, Reigen’s hands come swarming up your shirt and under your bra. He sighs into your mouth while you laugh in his. “Let me take it off first.” You don’t let him help, sliding your top up and over you the second you get the chance but then you pause, letting the sleazy businessman ogle your tits. Though you suppose you’re no better, having sex with a stranger in your car parked in a desolate alleyway.

You’ve always been a bit of a risk taker; having boundless telepathic powers will do that to a person but this was your biggest bag yet. He had been so easy to rouse too. All it took was 5 words: “I’ll have sex with you.”

Sure, he’d been hesitant. Spooked even, when your intrusion was as clear in his head as his own voice. But you’d caught him all the same; why else would he be under you, in your car, sporting a raging hard-on?

Reigen’s waiting, any second now he’s going to wake up, but fortunately for him, he is very much awake and what’s even more lucky, all you want is for him to please you and for you to please him. He’s trying to divide his eye contact between your face and your chest in a futile attempt to make himself look more respectable and in control than he actually is because quite frankly, you’re the first he’s ever seen like this, been with like this, and it’s driving him to levels of perversion he’s only ever kept to himself. The fantasies he’s pumped his cock to in the dead of night are starting to lose meaning with you right in front of him, on top of him.

His hands at a hover just an inch before your tits, he tries to grope with your bra still on but you unclasp the hooks just in time so that when he gets a handful, it’s bare skin on bare skin. “S-Shit,” He hisses, almost overwhelmed at how warm your breasts are, “C-Can I?” He manages to ask, his tongue hungrily swiping over his lips and swallowing hard when he gets another hit of your flavor. When you nod at his meek request, he leans in, space coming to a close with your help. Lips latched onto you, he tickles your senses with experimental licks around your nipple until you’re perked between his teeth and god, the sounds you’re making for him have him reeling and determined to milk you for more. So he sucks hard, hitting the crescendo with a nibble and it pays off. You reward Reigen with helpless croons for more, pressing into him and the rough fondling he’s started to perform on your other breast. He’s so grabby and so shameless about it. You need more.

“Can’t wait anymore,” Your words faint and shaky, you clutch and pull at his hair until he’s forced to face you and your state of desperation. He could cum just from the sight of you, your eyes lined with beautiful tears that threaten to pool over and your lips, still parted from the chorus of moans you’ve been treating him to but no. He’s resolved to stuff you with his cum. That’s what you wanted, right? You even said so.

“You can cum inside me.” Your tone had been so teasing and tempting, he could play it on loop in his head all day and he was going to make you sing it to him right there in the backseat of your car.

It’s fucking dirty, the way Reigen ends up cornering you against the window and you feel filthy, practically bare with the exception of your skirt pushed up to your stomach. Your panties on complete display, Reigen gets an eye full of just how wet you really are. All for him, your budding arousal has gathered in an obvious wet patch, making your underwear sheer and sticky and that makes him breathe hard and heavy.

Your stomach flips, coil winding tight when you see Reigen’s cock, fat and leaking with pre-cum, springing out. You gladly part your legs for him, cunt aching for him to split you open with his girth but Reigen Arataka has other plans for you. “Nu-uh. Legs up.” He orders and you obey, squeaking when he pushes your legs further back, stretching you in an entirely different way than you were thinking. You’re folded in half for a man you just met and that makes you drip even more onto your seat.

You peer up at him, batting your eyelashes in wonder as you see Reigen’s expression turn resolute as he smacks his heavied tip against your clit, throbbing for attention and you squeal at the jolt of tingles from the bundle of nerves. You easily drown the head of his cock in your fluids as he runs his length up your folds, rubbing down on your clit on every upswing. Knowing he’s made you so wet, made your pussy glisten all for him, makes his cock thump and his heart flutter. “I want to– I want to fuck you like this.” He tells you and all you have to do is nod to get him going.

His member pressed at your entrance, prodding and poking, he pants at the immediate tightness. “This,” He has a fist gripping the base of his cock, anchoring it at your center, “feels so good.” Not even the tip in and he’s drunk on the way you feel and don’t get him started on the way you look. Your legs up high, knees to your chest, you look so vulgar. Depraved for his dick, begging for him to put it in.

He can’t bear to prolong it anymore; Reigen steadies himself and starts to lower his hips, cock pushing into your entrance until suddenly, you’re opening up for him and whimpering at how he’s forcing your walls to make space. He groans, loud and unashamed, as he continues to squeeze the thickness of his width inside you. Your walls are hot, the ridges hugging every vein that runs along his penis so desperately, you don’t know how you’ll ever be able to let him go.

“Fuck,” He huffs as he sinks his entire length in you, “Fuck, you’re so tight.” You can already see sweat beading up along his forehead, highlighted by the moonlight that hangs high above the both of you. “Feels good?” It takes him a second to break through the gasps and sighs and you nod eagerly, bottom lip quivering as you physically feel yourself molding to his cock. He really does fill you up, now that he’s bottomed out inside of you but you need him to move, need that friction. “Yes,” You mewl, “now fuck me.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. You make it so hard though, walls constricting him as he draws his hips back, like you don’t want him to leave. The suction of your pussy is addicting, even more so when he slams his hips back, pelvis hitting your clit and making you see stars in a single motion. Reigen’s a keen observer so when he sees your eye rolls back, he makes it his mission to pound into you and grind against your clit each time, an easy feat in the position he has you in.

You choke on your own cries of pleasure, Reigen’s cock hitting the exact right spot each time he crams himself inside your taut pussy. And every time he thrusts deep inside you, quick and animalistic, his balls slap hard against the curve of your ass, filling the car with the sounds of your messy and frantic sex.

Your back starts to arch as he continues to jerk his hips, the tip of his cock pointed and determined to tear you apart, your orgasm just inches away from washing over you both. Your legs start to shake and those tears that were welled up in your eyes before are now trickling down your cheeks in fervent streams. You babble, “F-feels good, p-please don’t stop. I’m close! I’m close!” You’ll say anything to get him from stopping. “Fuck, Reigen-san. Don’t stop.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” He sounds just as rushed, chasing his own climax as he fills you to the hilt, cock trembling inside your walls as they constrict him more and more. His balls start to swell and tighten, every nerve in his body coming alive when he stammers, “C-Can you say my name? It- It’s Arataka.”

You’d call him whatever he wanted at this point. You just need him to finish with you, finish inside you. “Yes, yes– Arataka-san, make me cum with your huge cock!” Oh my god, his name in your mouth sounds so much better than he thought it would. He can’t help but suddenly lurch forward and kiss you, rough and sloppy, tongue desperately licking for yours as everything in him tightens.

You cry his name like a prayer into his mouth when the wound up coil inside you comes unraveling and he takes it all, still pumping you full of his cock as he empties his seed, painting your walls white with his massive strings of cum. It’s so much that when he finally pulls out, it leaks with every twitch of your cunt. The sounds of wet skin on skin slapping has given way to both of you panting, so fulfilled and satisfied that your eyelids feel heavy.

“Arataka, hm?” You finally say after the two of you have redressed and when he turns to you, he looks so fucked out it has you raring for another round.

“How about we see where else I can scream your name?”

#reigen #mp100 reigen #mp reigen #reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #reigen x you #reigen arataka smut #reigen arataka x you #reigen smut #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for reigen. ꒱

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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! mention of reader wearing a dress. public sex. unprotected sex. creampie. slight cervix fucking. WORD COUNT: 1.1K PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

There’s an inconspicuous karaoke joint over on Wasabi street; blink and you’ll miss it. It’s run down and the owners seem to have no interest in breathing new life into it, not when they can make do by siphoning the patrons of a nearby hole-in-the-wall bar. Their rules are lax, their security even worse. It’s shabby. It’s ill-managed. It’s perfect for what you and Reigen Arataka get up to until closing.

Each room, notated on the door with faded vinyl numbering, carries a different memory. Room 1, funnily enough was host to first entanglement with the not-so-psychic. Light pecks turned to heavy kisses that turned to heavier petting. Testing the waters, your hands explored beneath his belt and his up your dress. Not once did an employee phone in, but would you have even heard the telltale ring-ring-ring with Reigen’s wanton pants spilling into your mouth as you played with his cock over his gray slacks? Room 3 is where he took you for the first time, with you on his lap and his mouth latched onto yours, greedily snapping up every incantation of his name. Room 5, the first time without a condom. He’d painted your stomach so prettily with his cum that night. Lucky room 7 is where you decided to let him cum inside you and there’s been no looking back since then. And then of course, there’s all the others in between.

But room 30 had been untouched. Until tonight.

You’re on the couch, Reigen kneeling over your right leg and straddling it, his cock completely disappearing inside you with every roll of his hips. Your left leg hooks onto his side, your plush thigh jiggling with every one of Reigen’s thrusts into you. Every pant carries your name, Reigen contending with the aged instrumentals playing in the background. Your body is rocked into the black pleather, Reigen humping into you at a fervid pace with his gaze locked onto yours. The specks of brown in his eyes are glazed over, as are yours as the smack-smack-smack of wet skin on skin continues at a tempo that has you fiending for a chance to catch your breath.

“F-Feels so good.” Reigen croons, voice warbling as his dick, long and pink, pistons inside you. Your gummy walls keep sucking him back in, your ridges clinging to him as desperate as you look. Drool bubbles at the corners of your lips when you feel Reigen’s tip, pointed and swollen with compounded lust, prick and prod at your cervix. He can’t help it, you’ll just have to forgive him for pounding into you so hard and so fast, your pussy just has an aphrodisiac quality to it.

Clumsily, Reigen palms your cunt until pinpointing your clitoris with his index finger and the force of his digit rolling around your puffy and overstimulated nub sprouts goosebumps on your skin. “Feels good?” Now he’s asking you and you nod enthusiastically, head bobbing up and down as he fucks into your cunt, your slick splashing on the seat below you. God, what you do to him.

Hair sticking to his forehead and his jaw slack, you know he’s getting close. So are you, your clit at the mercy of his frenzied circulations and you cry for him, leg at his side spasming wildly as he coaxes your orgasm out. There really is something about the way you shine under the LED lights, your face awash with lewd, unfiltered bliss, that does more to Reigen than just tighten the tension in his balls as the firm and heavied pair smack mercilessly against your pelvis. It makes him want to be the only one to get you to this point, the only one to see you like this.

Out in the hall, the lights, bulbs already past their prime, flicker. On and off, they go, a silent warning that it’s closing time. Muffled and slow are the steps that follow. It’ll be the closest they’ve come to catching you two but there’s no scrambling for clothes. There’s no stop to the momentum. The jingling of the owner’s keys outside should scare you, freeze you where you lay but Reigen’s having none of that. You see the fire in his eyes; he’s getting off on this. You can’t deny it either; your orgasm coils tight inside you, ready to pop as Reigen crowds into you with your leg constricting him as he stammers, “I’m cum– cumming! Hnnng– Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The words spill faster out of him than his cum inside you and he continues jutting his hips forward afterwards, still burying his cock inches into your pussy.

The taut cord inside you breaks, your climax rushing like adrenaline through your system and you cry out for Reigen, whimper and beg for him to fill you up, to make you his. He obliges the only way he knows how, by fucking you through your orgasm until those pretty eyes of yours are rolling back and your twitching all around him so furiously, he wonders if he could break you like this. The kiss he leaves you with is disheveled, still filling you to the hilt as he lurches forward and licks into your mouth until he’s full on all your babbling.

His cock shudders against your warm walls, spilling into you the last drop of his seed. The footsteps are closer now. Your chest distends with heavy breaths, spit trickling down your chin when Reigen leaves you. They sound like they could be one, two doors down. Reigen grooves his hips into you, against your sore and tender cunt one last time. Now they’re definitely one door away. That’s enough time.

Reigen’s at the door before they can even reach for the knob. “Ah, Reigen-san,” The withered voice rasps, “Did you figure out what was making all that noise?” You snuggle up to Reigen from behind, using his back to hide the heat in your face and the giggles ghosting your lips. “Ahh, yes,” He sounds like his usual self, complete with that dramatic flair he’s known for, “My psychic senses don’t detect anything spiritual, not even way out here. It might be something physical. I recommend you call out a contractor.” The owner, tired but appreciative, waves him off. They don’t care that much.

With the only risk to your fun out of the way, Reigen turns back to you and you watch as his gaze goes down, down, down to the wrinkled hem of your dress. So smoothly, he wipes a finger up your inner thigh, collecting a glob of his cum and stuffing it back inside you with ease. “There we go. Can’t have you walking out like that. Let’s clean up and get out of here. I’m not done with you yet.”

#reigen x you #reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #reigen arataka x you #reigen arataka smut #reigen smut #reigen #reigen arataka #mp reigen #mob psycho x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for reigen. ꒱

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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x (fem)hostess! reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader is a sex worker in an illicit hostess club. reader smokes with reigen. oral (m! receiving). creampie. pet name baby is used once. unprotected sex (do as i say not as i do). WORD COUNT: 4.2k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL CRAWL IN YOUR WALLS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

*₊˚💬୧ likelihood that i'll make this a series? 100% <3

You weren’t sure where you stood when it came to believing in the supernatural but your shoulders sure felt lighter and you were struck with the first wave of clarity you’ve had in days… Consider yourself convinced.

He can see you relax, recline even, in your seat and even he feels like there’s a weight off him, although that might be because your issue turned out to be completely mundane. Another happy customer, another dollar in his pocket– but this worked out, it always did.

Head bowed, you chirp with gratitude, “Thank you so much, Reigen-san!” When you rise, he swears there’s a new glitter and glow to your eyes. Maybe he really did something after all.

“It’s no problem at all.” His eyes flicker to the table Mob usually sits at. He’s working solo today so he’ll just take your payment at his desk. Ready to take your money, Reigen extends his hand, complete with his business card but to both your surprise, you don’t have cash to give him.

Oh no. Ohhh no.

Much to your dismay, patting yourself down does not magically manifest your wallet. This is a nightmare, magnified by the fact that this Reigen Arataka was seemingly the real deal. Your fear is written all over your face, lips trembling as you murmur nonsensically about where you could have possibly left your wallet. Your face falls further; you left it at home and you were stations away. What’s even more awful, your shift at work was starting soon and you still had a whole evening ahead of you. “I’m so sorry.” Your voice barely above a whisper, you fess up, “I left my wallet at home. I swear, I thought I had it!”

He’s less than impressed but he isn’t about to give you a hard time about it. You’re clearly worked up as it is and he’s not a monster; he won’t make you feel worse than you already do. “It happens.” You don’t strike him as someone to trick someone out of paying, he thinks. “D-Don’t worry about it!” His attempts at comforting you aren’t what cause you to suddenly exhale in relief; you feel a bill in your pocket. “Aha! I knew it!” Your enthusiasm is short lived. Turns out, it was a coupon for a service your job offered to new clientele. But maybe he would be interested?

“I have this voucher from my job… It’s not super far from here actually. Could you take this for now? I promise I’ll pay you!”

He gives the advertisement a look over but he can’t really deduce what the business is supposed to be by the logo and name alone. “What do you all do–” Reigen starts to ask but he’s abruptly cut off by your phone’s ringtone. It’s your manager.

You’re frantic speaking to your boss, zipping off the chair and pacing around the office, so Reigen keeps himself busy. A few mouse clicks and several loud clacks of keyboard keys later and…

Your job is a club.

You work at a hostess club.

But not one of those clubs, right? He thinks he would know if a place like that opened right under his nose. The website is cutesy and a live gallery gives Reigen’s all sorts of ideas, namely how you might look in the club’s uniform of choice: a maid costume, designed to mimic a cyber aesthetic, complete with glow-in-the-dark accents. His face is bright and flushed by the time you whirl back to him, phone in your pocket as you excuse yourself.

“I’m so sorry, they just called me in!” You’re so absorbed in your own dilemma, you fail to see just how flustered he is. “I have to go. But– but if you come by, I’ll have your payment! I swear!”

It happens so fast, the silence you leave in your wake is hard to stifle.

He could have just written it off as a loss. He could have chalked it up as the best performance he’s ever seen.

So why is he walking to your place of work, his stride fast with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed low, like he hopes no one will notice him? He can’t think of an answer that paints him a decent, upstanding man so he walks fast enough that his sensibility has no hope of catching up. He doesn’t have to do much to hide. The sun has already long set, so he moves in the shroud of darkness along with other stragglers in the streets. The closer he gets, the louder he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

The noise is replaced by electronica music being played from stereos hung from every corner in the venue. It’s dimly lit– no, that’s not it. The whole lobby thrives under blacklights in every variation, more than Reigen could have thought even existed. His skin grows clammy. The place looks lavish, the voucher must have been for a novelty discount, he thinks while nervously backing away towards the entrance but then he locks eyes with you and even under the room’s purple hue, he can see just how pretty you glow.

Then his eyes travel just inches lower and he can see just how well you fill out your uniform.

You don't give him even a second of recovery time, the poor soul, as you make a beeline for him the second you see him. You don't have the money on you, just another excuse (a completely valid one at that, you weren't a scammer) but it becomes all too clear to you that he isn't here to collect. He's here to indulge.

He's meek when handing over the coupon you gave him earlier. Can you blame him? He isn't the type to peruse these establishments and he doesn't exactly know what to expect. He's like a dog with his tail between his legs, ashamed.

But you'll take good care of him because he's your pet for as long as he'll have you.

"I'm so happy you chose me for tonight!" As if he ever had an option. "I hope I can return the favor and help you relax a little." He's happy he can hear you clearly; the private room you've whisked him to is just as extravagant as the rest of the place but it's leagues quieter. You'd sounded cute before but here you sound angelic. Your voice is smooth like honey, sweeter too, and makes him feel like he's the only one who will ever get to hear it. He knows that's not true but buying into the lie for a change sounds pretty nice.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Want to smoke?" Huh, smoking does sound pretty good right now, he muses and he bets it wouldn't hurt to ease his nerves a little. But you're so good at what you do, you don't need him to use words to tell you what he wants. You crawl onto the couch, the cushion squishing under your knees as you dock your legs on both sides of his left one, sinking to a comfortable seat on his thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You make him choke on his breath as he feels his muscle come in contact with your bottom, your underwear. Thriving from how stunned speechless he is, you glide your hand on his chest and under his suit and that's where you find them. His cigarettes. You had seen them briefly during your session with him earlier so you knew he'd have them on him. You ready his nicotine, a sterling silver lighter in hand shining bright with a pink flame, and when he gives you a small nod of the head, you gingerly place the cigarette in his mouth and light him up.

Reigen purses his lips around the cigarette instinctively, taking a drag until the rush washes over his brain and exhales it all out: the smoke, his nerves.

"I wouldn't have thought you did this sort of thing." His Adam's apple bobs. Just how far would you take this? How far could he take this? His hand replaces yours in holding the cigarette, holding a position he's never quite had with anyone else. You drag his free hand to your thigh, guiding him to run his palm up your body. He hiccups at how soft your skin is, how he can so easily cup the plumpness of your thigh.

"I'll take that as a compliment." You giggle with pride, hovering your hand up and away from his now that he's got the idea. "The voucher's only good for an hour but…" Your voice trails off as both your hands dance up his arms until clasping behind his neck. You dig further into his leg, just ghosting your clit on the motion back up. "You can have me for as long as you want, as thanks for earlier."

It all feels so good, so surreal he has to be dreaming and his brain must be so cruel for concocting such a mouth-watering scene. But no, this is real. You're real. He puffs the cigarette, giving in to your touch as you lean forward, chest-to-chest, and start to litter kisses on his exposed neck. "We can also just talk and drink." Your whispers are hot against his skin. "Totally up to you."

You're a teasing little minx, he has to give you that. He doesn't want you to stop, he makes that very clear with how his grip on your thigh tightens when you freeze your motions, if only for a moment. "Talk and… this."

His wish is your command. You unclip what appears to be a portion of your outfit and what falls away is your skirt, now revealing the V-line cut of the garment underneath. You're down to your panties, running your cunt down his thigh while your hands move down, one to draw circles on his chest and the other to run teasingly along his belt buckle. "Okay, then tell me… Have you ever been to place like this before?" You had a feeling you knew the answer but it's always more fun to hear the confession.

"N-No." Reigen speaks in more of a groan at that point, relishing the clothed feeling of your clit being stimulated on his leg. "First time." He pulls another drag from his cigarette and like the good servant you are, you already have a heart-shaped ashtray for him to use as he pleases. Your hands haven’t left him for more than a second but he already misses your touch, the way your fingers had been playing so demurely with his hair, as intensely as the cool menthol flooding his bloodstream.

Oh first-timers. You loved your regulars but new blood was just so intoxicating, so special. You were in the business of making people feel good and you were damn good at it, practically feeding off how their pupils would get so blown out from your touch, your words. You could so easily turn a stranger to a regular and you had a sneaking suspicion that you would be seeing more of this Reigen Arataka. A lot more. You would make sure of it.

“I’m happy to be your first time then.” You grace him with a coy smile, your upper arms strategically squeezing your chest together for his viewing pleasure. You follow his eyes as they flit over to your breasts, lust flooding his pupils and his cock. The member stirs in the crosspoint of his slacks, pitching an obvious tent in no time flat. You see his cigarette wobble between his fingers. He still has quite a bit to go but you can see him weigh out his choices; should he finish his smoke or give himself over to you? “Want me to help you with that?” Your purring tickles his cheek as you cover the skin with generous pecks. He nods from under you and that’s when you pluck the cigarette from his hand, puckering your lips around the stick and taking a final drag. You feel his erection flex in his pants at this and this makes you giggle. Not at him, but because of him. “Indirect kiss.”

“How about a real one?” Say no more. He jumps on the opportunity, hungry lips capturing yours in a kiss that is clunky but has enough passion in it to make that nonconsequential. The cigarette tastes better on you, he decides as his mouth moves against yours with his tongue slipping past your lips in an effort to get more of your flavor in his system. You lap up the moans bubbling from his throat, hips dipping deeper against his thigh as you grind up exhilarating friction for the both of you. Your hands, now free to do as they please, curl back around his neck before swiping down, fingers teasingly drawing circles around his nipples until you draw out a pretty little squeak for your consumption.

Palms sliding down his abdomen, you massage and grope his erection until he’s bucking up into you. You bounce along his leg, lips popping free from his with a thin bridge of spit coming and going as you lean back. “Anything off limits?” You ask but can he really answer? There’s so much he wants to do, so much of you he wants to experience and burn into his memory for the days and weeks to come. Where does he even begin? How can he choose when all of you looks so delicious, feels so right?

You cup his face and bring him to another kiss, smiling against his lips when you feel his hands finally settle on your waist. His firm hold glides you down his leg but you can feel his cock become ravenous for more with every swipe of your clit. And to be honest, you’re dying for something more… Filling.

“I–” His voice cracks. How embarrassing. But when he meets your gaze, there isn’t an ounce of mockery or malice. When you look at him, he only sees adoration glossing your vision and it’s absolutely mesmerizing. And that’s when he decides, “I want you to suck me off.” He just has to see what those big eyes of yours look like when you’re sucking him to the hilt. “Of course, anything you want, Mr. Psychic.” You coo with some light chuckling, smoothly raising yourself off his lap and getting down on your knees between his legs. You make quick work of his belt, tossing it so it falls and flattens your discarded skirt piece. Next come his pants and boxer briefs, which you shimmy of his legs until they too are in a crumpled heap on the floor around his ankles.

Well, well, well. If looks aren’t deceiving. His slacks had contained his erection so well, you had no idea he would be this big. He might be the biggest you’ve ever had but there’s not a challenge in this world you can’t conquer. “Wow.” You croon, eyelashes batting prettily as you wrap your fingers around his cock and start to litter kisses all over his shaft, from the underside to the top. “So beautiful.” It’s the first time he’s ever heard someone say that and combined with your loving touch, he’s shivering. You press your tongue flat against his cockhead, the tip of your tongue just barely poking into the slit on its way to coating the rest of his member with your drool. Your tongue is hot as it runs down his veins, drawing zigzags on his length until you dip your head low and capture one of his balls in your mouth, sucking hard until a guttural moan bursts free from his mouth. You free it with a pop but you quickly perform the same routine on the other, not wanting to leave any part of him untouched.

“G-God.” Reigen groans on an exhale, hands contracting and for once, he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Grab my hair.” You instruct, breath hot on his cock as you clamp your lips on the end of his cock before you start to work on taking him all the way to his base. He listens and he listens well, hands quickly flying to either side of the crown of your head, fingers desperately curling around your locks as more and more of him enters your mouth. Reigen gasps when the tip of your nose comes to rest against his pelvis. You take a beat, letting his engorged cock fill your mouth before you start to bob your head up and down his shaft. Your cheeks hollow as the pressure you envelope around him intensifies to a degree he’s never felt before.

You’ve more than made up for your session earlier. Hell, he feels like he owes you at this point. The way you look at him, pupils large with ecstasy, makes his cock pulse in your mouth which you attend to with the swirl of your tongue until spit starts to well up and bubble over from the corners of your mouth. Your hands join in on the action, one massaging his balls with pressure coming from your thumb while the other starts to pump his length with little regard for how sloppy your movements start to become. It’s all so much. You’re so much. “I’m gonna– I’m gonna–” He can barely choke out the words, lids growing heavy as he starts to push himself further into your mouth until you’re suffocating with him. His cock gives one final spasm before he spills himself into you, hot and salty cum flooding your mouth but you drink it all down like it’s a refreshing glass of water.

His cock springs out of your mouth, slapping against his stomach with a wet pap but much to your surprise and delight, he stays hard. “I can go for another round.” Reigen follows up on an exhale, his hand strongly gripping his cock and giving it a few pumps before asking you all too politely, “Can… Can we go again?” You love a man who doesn’t beat around the bush. “Of course.” You tenderly lick a stripe down the head of his cock, letting the remants of his cum coat your tongue. “Show me how you want it.”

His lips are parted, mouth agape until he swallows hard. Leaning forward, he smooths the pad of his thumb along your cheek, measuring his fat and long member against your face and sighing dreamily at just how diminutive you look next to him. “Want you to ride me.” He begs, sweat on his brow and breath stalling in his throat as he watches you rise to your feet. “And—” He takes a sharp and shallow breath, “I want you to strip.”

Apron and panties meet the same fate as the rest of your outfit and just like you were before, he’s in awe of you. It feels unreal, how you saunter back over to him and take your rightful seat on his lap, his cock lying flat over your pelvis while your clit tingles at the base of his member. “Please.” Reigen pleads for mercy, eyes straining to keep focus as you rub yourself on his length. “Need to feel you.”

“Yes sir.” And with that, you hover over his member until the tip grazes over your pussy. You don’t make him wait much longer than that, guiding his cock past your folds until you can feel that delicious stretch overtaking you as you lower all the way down to the base. Bottoming out inside you is better than any high, greater than any other success he’s had in a long while. A shaky moan skirts past his lips as he feels your walls contract around his girth; you’re going to be a new addiction, he fears and he hopes all at the same time.

Now his hands are groping your ass, squishing the fat of your cheeks as he rolls his hips into you. His motions into you are slow at first but you tighten around him so much, he can’t help but start to pummel into you, harder and faster until he settles on a rhythm you both can agree on. You throw your head back, expression flushed with raw pleasure as you give all of you to him, letting him push himself further and deeper into you with every thrust. Oh, he won’t just be a regular. He’ll be your favorite.

His name sounds so beautiful falling off your tongue and you look just as good bouncing up and down his cock, your tits looking more and more appetizing as the seconds tick by. He just has to have a taste. One of his hands travels up to the small of your back, pressing your forward until he latches around one of your nipples, teeth lightly grazing the skin before he starts to suck and lick at your breast with ravenous hunger. Your sweat tastes so sweet to him as he curls his tongue around your nipple until he feels it start to harden around him. He only pops free with a groan as you grind down his cock, angling the tip just right that your core starts to go haywire.

“Feel so fucking good.” Reigen hisses before lavishing your other breast with the same tender care as the other. His gaze shifts, first to watch as your eyes roll to the back of your head and then to your reflection in the mirror ahead of you two, transfixed by how your ass shakes and wriggles while his cock jackhammers into your quivering pussy. Your juices start to leak, mixing indiscriminately with the spit still layered on his cock and your cunt starts to tremble around him.

You don’t need to tell him that you’re close. He can feel it because he is too. But it sure as hell does make him feel ethereal when you whimper, “I’m going to cum soon, sir. Can I? Please, can I?” Oh, you don’t know what havoc you just unleashed, begging for him like he’s the only one that can take you to Cloud Nine.

“Fuck— Yes, yes you can, baby. Can I come inside?” He growls, his mouth now over yours as he thrusts haphazardly into your cunt until he can feel your walls shake and conulvse around his member. The sounds of your squelching heat fill your ears, maybe clouding your decision when you mewl into his mouth, “Yes, yes, please!”

Your gummy walls hug his cock tigher and tighter as he pumps you full of his cock until he’s beating against your cervix with reckless abandon. His nails dig curved indentations into your ass but you delight in the sensation, funneling the pain into indescribable pleasure. Oh, he’s a gift, your body awash with a degree of gratification you’ve never felt before. You can feel your pussy molding itself to his member. Maybe you’re at the point of no return; could anyone top this?

Your pussy flutters around his cock as it spasms in your cavern until you feel him jerk so violently, he floods your cunt with thick strings of his load. You too start to feel your high expand until you burst at the seams with him bottomed out inside you. You throb around him, walls convulsing as your release starts to spill out down his balls and onto the couch. Needing more of him, you kiss him with fiery intensity, licking into his mouth as you start to float down from your climax. Reigen meets you at your level, indulging on every sound you give him as she start to relax all around him. When you pull apart, it’s not because you want to but because you need to breathe or you’ll soon pass out.

“Fuck.” Is all either of you can manage to muster when all is said and done.

Looking at the time, he can’t even discern how long either of you have been at it. What he can see, as unfortunate as it may be, is an hour at which he should be sleeping. He has his first client bright and early in the morning and if he’s going to want to see you again, he has to keep the cash flowing. But god, why do you have to look at him with those eyes, that pout, when he tells you that he has to go? How can he say no to that, how can he resist filling you with his seed one more time? Just one more… Just one more…

You follow him into his dreams, so it’s no wonder he sleeps past his alarms and ends up rushing like a fool to work but at least his steps are light and his soul is satisfied. He’s already whipping up witty lines in his head to ease the ire of his first client, though not without images of you infiltrating his brain. He’s practicing his performance, uttering strings of sorrys and promises of future discounts, when he sees not his appointment but you.

You with two coffees in hand and a smile brighter than any sunrise.

“Need a pick me up?”

Oh, you’re going to be the death of him. Of him and his wallet.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! established relationship. masturbation w/ a sex toy. technically dubcon (you acidentally call reigen in the middle of masturbating and he jerks off to it). WORD COUNT: 1K

Thinking about missing Reigen and the longing being so intense, it’s burning a hole in your core and releasing a rush of molten lava, a culmination of your intense want, straight to the precious spot between your legs and its demand to be satisfied cannot be ignored. Nothing you can’t handle, so off come your clothes and out comes the vibrator– you’re quick, need the release like a quenched thirst.

You meet the urge with a gentle kiss of the wand’s rounded tip to your clit, the vibrator returning the affection in kind with rumbles nudging the nerves of your aching bud. Pretty in pink and white, the toy becomes nestled amongst your folds as you up the pressure, grinding your hips for some self-made friction. You sigh but it isn’t enough.

You need to see him.

Vibrator still pressed so keenly to your sensitive button, you reach for your phone and scramble to get to the folder that has your remedy. A folder dedicated to your one and only, Reigen Arataka. You whine upon opening the folder, basking in the treasure load of previews that spread out on your screen. You have photos, videos, screenshots– everything stored like a lewd scrapbook for your reference, your viewing pleasure. But hey, Reigen has one of you too.

Slick trickles out of you, running down your thigh and breaking in thin streams the more you rut against the vibrator. Your gaze fixated– no, satiated by the video blown up on your screen; it’s a shot of Reigen at the office, lights dimmed except for the lamp on his desk. Its amber glow provides the perfect spotlight for his cock, the sides glistening with driblets of pre-cum and you literally feel your mouth well up with drool at the sight.

The video, shot with his laptop’s webcam, captures it all for you: Reigen’s perfect expression of bliss, lips ghosting your name, the twitch of his cock as he jerks himself off for you, the spasm of his legs as he spills hot seed all over his exposed stomach… It’s just what you need on loop to get you there, make you come undone for the man and he’s not even home.

You come to a point where it’s so much – too much – you throw your head back and press your phone to the bed, back rising in an arch Reigen would praise you for. You run the vibrator through your sticky wet folds, letting the bulb pulse inside your pussy before guiding it back to your throbbing clit. You let it nurse the carnal craving you have brewing in your center, running this last wave of pleasure all on your own. Your other hand continues to slide and move your phone against the bed sheets as your brain fogs up with sex, body simply reacting to the stimulation.

You have no idea that what you’ve just done is: get out of your folder, open the phone app, and dial Reigen.

“Hey, you. What’s up?” He answers after the first ring, expecting your usual reply to follow but you… Don’t say anything. At least, you don’t say anything to him.

You’re whimpering, lip wobbling as you chase the high. He hears that, but what really catches his attention is the vibrating. It’s a dull noise that seems to bob and weave through the receiver and it doesn’t take him long to figure out what you’re up to.

Must’ve accidentally called me, Reigen thinks because you haven’t acknowledged him. Your babbling is part breathing and part moaning, all to the tune of Riegen Arataka. He should hang up. You have a right to your own privacy and this is intruding–

“Hnngh, ‘T-Taka…”

Fucking hell. He’s twitching in his slacks, cock starting to strain against his briefs as he presses his ear closer to the phone, desperate to hear you, all of you. His eyes flit over to the clock on his laptop. His next client isn’t for another few hours…

But he’s not a mad man. He switches the sign out front and locks the door before doing anything because he knows, once he starts he won’t be able to stop. Because it’s you.

He leans back in his chair, eyes closed and both hands busy. He pumps himself to your voice, imagination filling in the gaps as he tries to envision you on the bed you share, lips parted for him and your legs trembling for his touch. The tip of his cock is already so red, the hue blooming in splotches down his shaft, turning glossy after he spits in his palm and starts to touch himself again. He tends to his cock like you do, rolls his wrist just like you, adds pressure with his thumb like you do… He knows it’s pathetic to be so close so soon but the dirty, twisted fact that he’s an unknown participant to your fun is really getting him there.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You start to pant like a bitch in heat, “C-Close, close– hnng, a-ah…” Your voice climbs in pitch and volume, finally starting to drown out the noise from the toy, the toy that he’s so terribly jealous of right now. He wishes it was him between your thighs, nose pressed to your cunt and getting a rush from your scent alone, going to heaven when he tastes you (his favorite flavor) with the flick of his tongue.

You move your hips in tandem with the groove of your vibrator, your swollen clit quivering from the sensation. You’ve already covered the toy in your essence so it slides and glides all over your sopping wet cunt but you stay focused on that needy bud of yours. You know you’re close, your eyes start to roll on the back of your head when all of a sudden you hear–

“Oh fuckkk.”

It’s too late, your orgasm is already crashing over your system when Reigen’s voice pipes up from your phone. Your brain is slush, your thighs becoming drenched in cum as your hips buck into the air and your knees knock together. You come down from your high with blurred vision, muscles still spasming when you pick up your phone and see Reigen’s name on your screen and the duration of the call. You start to stammer but Reigen beats you to it, saying,

“S-Shit, guess you caught me. Sorry, you just– haah, sounded so good. Listen… I have some time before my next client… How about I go home for a bit?”

#reigen arataka smut #reigen smut #reigen x you #reigen x reader #reigen arataka x you #reigen arataka x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for reigen. ꒱

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━━━★ ALL WORK AND NO PLAY...

:*ੈ♡‧₊˚:･reigen arataka x fem!reader

【 cw 】 18+, edging, toy use (on you), overstimulation (you), reigen already came in his pants, unprotected sex, creampie 【 wc 】 1.3k

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ umm hi first fic here !! been writing for myself for a long ass time and got the bug to post >w> pls be nice. or don't and keep it to yourself >__0 i originally wrote this using she/her pronouns from the 3rd perspective but changed it to 2nd person since that's more common on tumblr eek so some stuff may be unedited lol

"I know sweetheart, but you gotta endure." His soothing words might have meant something if he was even looking at you but he couldn't be bothered to give your writing form a passing glance while typing away on his computer.

Biting your lip, you spasm and jerk on your spot on the freezing, long safe by his desk. You're folded over your knees with your ass in the air, face craned and your eyes dead set on Reigen. A trembling hand balled up in a fist tries to reach over to him for aid but finds none when he chooses instead to continue to edit a ghost out of yet another swindled client's photo."R-Reigen, p-please…" Your meek whimpers seemingly go unnoticed, his cold shoulder only making the relentless tingle on your clit more intoxicating. The chilled air nips at your most intimate parts, your folds shivering under a building film of your own juices.

It’s only when you manage a grasp on the corner of his suit’s sleeve does he pay you a sliver of his attention. His eyes don’t linger on you for long as his hand hovers away from his mouse, taking up an inconspicuous pink remote and casually pressing down on one of its buttons. Instantaneously, you cry out, your voice soon giving way to the much louder buzzing resonating from the toy between your thighs. Your overworked bud convulses under the vibrations but your whimpers go unanswered. At every rumble, your clit cries for relief but the vibrator continues to rub your bud raw. When you open your mouth, attempts at his name drown in drool as your hole flutters, desperate for something more than the tail end of the vibrator currently nestled inside you.

“Need you Reigen… P-Please.” You plead in-between your panting, the searing hot coil in the pit of your stomach threatening to come undone any moment now. You're soaking wet at this point, overflowing into a nice little puddle on safe's silver surface. It's almost too much, your face building a thin film of sweat from the overwhelming tsunami waves of pleasure. He catches the glimmer of your slick from the corner of his eye, his chest tightening with his breath caught in his throat. His finger trembling over the mouse scroll button, he tries to resume his work but when the shaky whisper of his name, Arataka, dreamily floats off your tongue he has to heed your siren call.

Curling and tucking a finger just under your chin, raising your head, he gives you a once over. Glossed over eyes looking into his, your jaw slacks with ecstasy and he knows you're just inches away from reaching Heaven and he’s going to take you there.

"C'mere." Reigen gently orders, giving a quick peck to your parted lips and he feels a throbbing twitch in his slacks when he watches you crawl over to him. Situating you on his lap, it's not long before your juices start to leak onto his slacks but they were already dirtied; he'd come once just from withholding your own orgasm. Leaning you against his desk, his aching member comes to throb just from the rub of your sweet cunt on his pelvis. “Let’s take care of this first, hm?” You can’t nod fast enough, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as the vibrator is removed, first from your clit and then from inside you. He moves so slowly, you would never know he’s been dying to plunge deep inside you from the get go.

You're impatient and so is he but Reigen is going as fast as he can, hastily unbuckling his belt and popping loose the button of his slacks. He swears he sees hearts in your eyes when his cock springs forth, still damp from his own cum, and he visibly shudders when the fresh air hits his skin. “Ready?”

Now’s his favorite part– watching your pussy sink down his fat girth, never once struggling even as he spreads you out. The burn is familiar, nice even, and he fills you up better than any toy ever could. “Never gets old.” Reigen grumbles to himself, hissing as the walls of your cunt cling to him, its ridges massaging his foreskin with relish. Your eyelids are heavy with euphoria and your lips are pressed together tight but a moan pops them open as the engorged tip of his penis runs against your cervix with ease. He’s decided the wait has been too much and he starts to thrust into you, first slowly and with the low tilt of his hips but it’s too intoxicating for him to keep going at that speed. He needs more and he needs it now.

And besides, he's earned it hasn't he? He's waited long enough for you, for you to decide that the edging had run it's course. He knew it would be hell, watching you wriggle and squirm but it's what you wanted. He thought you were kind of mean for this. But you'd make it up to him. You always did.

Smacking your ass, Reigen digs his fingernails into your plush seat, anchoring you to him as he bucks wildly into your sopping wet heat. You have no choice but to squirm and lurch forward, pressing your body flush against his while your babbling moans tickle the shell of his ear. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, nipping at what little skin you could get to. He huffs hot exhales along the back of your neck, treating himself to the tantalizing view of your jiggling backside. “God, you’re so good.” His words ride shockwaves down your spine as you continue to feel the full force of his thrusts all the way to your core.

Shutting his eyes tight, Reigen can feel his orgasm building up at the base of his shaft. He can feel you coming undone as well, your delectable cunt squeezing tighter with every movement. All the edging has made you sensitive, your walls clinging to him like a vice and spasming as he hits your cervix over and over and over again. You're drunk, sloppy and desperate, on his cock; he thinks you look like a dream. He wishes he had his phone at hand to take a picture.

“R-Reigen…” Managing the strength, you pull away from his neck and stare at him through half-lidded eyes. “P-Please. Cum inside me.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s heard those words countless times before. They light a fire in him all the same, his heartbeat thunderously shooting up as he jerks haphazardly into you. Wetting his thumb with spit, he swipes circles around your puffy clit, immediately seeing the effects with the convulsion of your hips. A hand comes to cup your chin, the pads of his digits pressing deep against your cheeks until your lips jut out in a pucker. You look so good, all fucked out and ready to burst, he thinks to himself as he captures your lips in a fiery hot kiss, ravishing your mouth with his tongue. He swallows all your moans, every squeak of his name until the only thing you can manage to say is “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

His balls tighten and his cock swells, forcing loaded strings of his cum deep inside you while continuing to lap up every noise you give him. Tasty. Pulling away, he sets his sights where your hips meet. He’s mesmerized, watching strands of cum break and settle in a pool on his pelvis. You love how clearly you can see him drink up your joined bodies and you giggle, albeit breathlessly, and then murmur against his lips in a sweet kiss, “Thanks for indulging me. Felt good, right?”

He's spent. “Yeah, but that was torture. Having to pretend to ignore you took a lot out of me, you know that?” Still inside you, his cock bobs and it won’t be long before the blood rushes to his member once more. “Can we go again?”

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