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Just For Tonight (Valentines Special)

Rating: NSFW, mdni Type: Longform Tags: Fake dating, no use of pronouns for reader, messy kissing, pretending to be in a relationship, making out, Reigen being a cheapskate, flirting, riding, fingering, PIV sex, glasses!reigen Word count: 9630 My other works: here on tumblr and here on Ao3!

There's a nice new sushi place in town. It's a shame they're only offering discounts for couples....

“Valentine's day is a total scam,” declares Reigen, feet kicked up on his desk and lounging in his desk chair. “It’s so lame.”

It’s 5PM on a Wednesday afternoon and work is drawing steadily to a close. You’re filing the last few pieces of paperwork for today, tidying up your things before you head home for the evening, and all you’ve done is ask if any of your colleagues are doing something nice tonight for the lauded day.

In his typical fashion, however, Reigen has seized the opportunity to launch into a pointless spiel about his one-sided beef with made-up events and how much he doesn’t buy into them.

“It’s a capitalistic concept invented to sell cheap, poor quality products marked up by like, five hundred percent, to dumb idiots that are so blinded by love that they’ll part with cash hand over fist just to prove how much they allegedly care about someone,” Reigen yaps away. “Don’t people care about the integrity of love? People should show how they feel every day, not just when society tells them they have to. It’s a dumb holiday. It’s stupid. Totally ridiculous.”

“I heard that fancy new sushi place is doing half off for couples,” says Ekubo, floating aimlessly past your head.

“Half off?” says Reigen without missing a beat. “For real?”

You roll your eyes from behind your laptop and click it shut. Trust him to only care when he can save a few Yen.

“Yeah,” Ekubo yawns. “I was gonna go down there and haunt a few couples. Y’know, spoil their day or whatever.”

“Nice,” you snort, wafting the spirit away from your face. “That doesn’t scream bitter at all.”

Ekubo grins. “Gotta make entertainment somehow, honey. You have no idea how boring it is to be dead.”

It’s hard to look disapproving when you’re laughing but you shoot him a look anyway.

Reigen snatches his feet off of the desk and sits up straight, his chair creaking with the abrupt motion. He taps away on his PC, lightning fast, and makes a sound of interest. “Holy shit,” he says. “Looks like you’re right. Half off food and drink.”

Ekubo ignores him and turns his attention to you. “Any plans?”

You shake your head. While you’d rather not give him the satisfaction, you partly agree with Reigen. The holiday is a made up scam; almost every restaurant and bar in the city ups its prices under the guise of special dinners and intimate drinks, filling their windows with hearts and flowers and corny banners about love.

Being single on Valentine’s is even worse. No one wants to go out alone and the commiseration prize for being so is a condescending offering of dating events and pathetic ‘self love’ bullshit. It's unbearably sad and you'd rather drink a bottle of wine alone in the bath than be seen to engage in any of that shit.

Still, the thought of spending it with someone you have feelings for is, in theory, very attractive. It's just a shame the only person you want is sat two meters away and very much not interested in doing anything of the sort.

Bottle of wine in the bath it is, you think.

Once everything is packed up, you wish them both good nights and make your excuses to leave. Reigen lets you go without even looking up from his laptop and you decide that tonight, more than one bottle might be needed.

♡

At six thirty, just as you pour your first glass, your phone buzzes on the coffee table. You pick it up and flip it open, hoping this isn't going to be a late night call to come in to work even earlier tomorrow morning.

[Reigen] - are you free?

You stare at the message and another one comes in straight afterwards.

[Reigen] - obviously you are.

That’s a little hurtful but it’s not like he’s wrong. Why? you message back.

Three dots show up as he types, then they disappear, then return, and after a few minutes another message buzzes through.

[Reigen] - Emergency, meet me ASAP.

He pings through an address in the City and briefly, you're worried that he might be in trouble. The office diary hadn't listed any out of hours clients for tonight and it would be unlike Reigen to take a job that he couldn't handle alone; Serizawa is at night school this week to cram for exams and Mob is busy with his friends, so nothing is due to come up.

Another text comes through.

[Reigen] - and wear something nice.

You have absolutely no idea what he means by that, however if Reigen says it's an emergency then you'll never forgive yourself if you leave him high and dry. The last thing you want is for him to get hurt.

Must be a posh client, you think. Last minute demands for your presence are usually related to a high paying job, so it isn’t beyond the realm of possibility that he needs you to butter up a stuffy customer and show off some leg to make a sale. It wouldn’t be the first time and you usually get a good commission for your troubles. It’s easy money.

Sighing, you screw the cap back on your wine bottle and down the half-full glass in record speed.

It’s better than moping about alone.

♡

You make it there in thirty minutes, give or take. The short notice gives you just enough time to make yourself presentable, pick out an outfit and make it into the city, yet by some stroke of luck you manage to catch the last train into central.

The address isn’t far from the office and with a brisk pace, you make it in good time. It’s busy out here tonight. It’s hardly unexpected. You’re in the food district on a major holiday, throngs of people are wandering through here at the best of times.

What is, however, is the sight that greets you when you arrive at the map’s marked location.

Reigen is standing outside a dimly lit restaurant, browsing his phone in one hand and clutching a lush looking bouquet of roses in the other. You almost walk right past him, he's unrecognisable without his usual suit and tie; he's dressed in navy slacks and a perfectly white dress shirt, silver glasses on the end of his nose and hair styled nicely. He looks good.

“Reigen?” You ask, approaching him warily.

At the sound of his name, he glances up from his phone briefly to see who’s asking and double takes. He looks a little surprised to see you and you have to admit that you feel similarly.

“Oh,” he says, looking you up and down. “You made it.”

“Where’s the emergency?” You frown, looking past him to search for awaiting clients.

Reigen clears his throat and jerks his thumb over his shoulder, towards the restaurant. “Here.”

There are no concerned looking people waiting around behind him. In fact, the entire place looks to be filled with couples who are anything but. You glance between him and the shop front again, and wait for him to expand on why you’re here.

Reigen stares back at you for a moment and then proffers the bouquet. “Here,” he says, a little flushed in the face. “You like flowers, right?”

You stare at him, clearly confused, but you take them from him all the same. They’re roses, deep red and freshly cut, tied together in layers of pink paper that rival the colour on his cheeks. You have to admit, they're lovely.

“What are these for?” You ask, laughing. “Where are the clients? You said there was an emergency.”

Reigen looks slightly guilty and you realise, after a moment, that there isn’t any client. No one needs your help and there doesn't appear to be any spirit floating around to cause bother. Now that you think about it, the front of this place seems vaguely familiar and when you look again, you realise he’s totally played you.

“This is that fucking sushi place, isn’t it?” you sigh, shifting the flowers into the crook of your arm. If what Ekubo had said is true, it’s not like you’re going to get to take advantage of the discount he so desperately wants. “Reigen, we're not exactly….” You gesture between you both and the words that go unsaid are obvious: ‘a couple’.

“Look, they’re doing fifty percent off the whole menu!” Reigen launches into his reasoning and you can tell he’s practised it. “It’s just for tonight, and we don’t have to do anything except look like we are, right? They won't know any different!” He pouts slightly for good measure and you hate that it works so well on you. It always does. “Plus, they sell that swanky shrimp shit and I really wanna try it…. Please?”

The flowers suddenly make sense.

“Are you asking me to date you for the night?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. The concept is hardly unappealing. Reigen is cute and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Well, thinking about it and dreaming about it are two very different things and the little candle you hold for him has only been getting bigger over time.

You’ve kept it quiet for the most part; the only person in the office that has any vague idea is Ekubo. He’s perceptive enough to have caught you looking when no one else is and although he's sworn to keep it a secret, you suppose if he isn't around then you can get away with playing things off as pretending.

He shrugs, unabashed in his request.

“Ugh,” is all you say and it's the vague confirmation he needs.

Reigen grins.

He drags you into the restaurant, hand wrapped around your wrist, and announces to the waiter that's taking stock of the visitors that he's booked a table for two. The waiter looks from Reigen, to you, to where he's holding you tightly by your arm.

“Tonight's dinner is for couple's, sir….” He says, looking unconvinced.

Reigen wilts slightly, letting go out of you and gesturing towards the flowers in your arms. “Uh,” he clears his throat. “We are.”

The waiter regards you both with suspicion and Reigen visibly prepares himself to argue with the guy. If you're honest, you'd really rather not cause a scene in an establishment like this by allowing him to fight with the first member of staff he comes into contact with.

The restaurant is clearly not made for people like the two of you: it's modern and luxurious, filled with mahogany and crystalline chandeliers, and all the staff look like they've smelled something unsavoury. It's clearly an upper-class joint.

Still, you think it might be nice to take advantage of an opportunity like this and you don't really want to spend tonight by yourself. Besides, you'll never hear the end of it if this gets screwed up and frankly, pretending to be on a date with him is probably as close to the real thing as you're going to get.

Reigen opens his mouth and you take his hand before he can get himself in trouble, slipping his arm around your waist and leaning into his side. He stiffens, looking at you in surprise, but you ignore him in favour of giving the waiter your best loving smile and lean into him.

Reigen smells like musky aftershave and something that’s distinctly him, and it makes your mouth water. “He's just shy,” you laugh, laying it on thick. “Of course we're a couple.”

It's important that you sell the idea first, Reigen had told you after you'd floundered a sales pitch once. Convince them even a little bit and the rest of it sells itself.

The advice is sound enough and you decide that the situation calls for a little more manipulation in order to close the sale and get the fucking stupid shrimp your boss wants. If nothing else, this'll teach him a lesson for tricking you into things. You press a chaste, but decent, kiss to the corner of his mouth and shoot the waiter a look that you hope conveys how much a couple in love would definitely do something like that.

You can feel your body warm up and you will yourself to stay relaxed, hoping your face doesn’t show how silly you really feel.

Reigen isn’t doing as good a job at running with things and he laughs, a little manic and high pitched. He mumbles something about you being right and gingerly squeezes your waist.

The waiter sighs and gestures for you to follow, apparently adequately persuaded.

When you risk a glance at Reigen, he's alarmingly red and slightly sweaty. All of the argumentative energy has left his sails and he seems rooted to the spot, unable to meet your eyes.

It's more than a little entertaining. You slip out of his half embrace and take his hand, having to drag him along in the wake of the waiter when it becomes clear that he’s forgotten how to move independently. “This better be the best fucking sushi I've ever had,” you warn him, but it's hard not to smile when he almost trips over his own feet on the way to the table.

♡

The meal is otherworldly.

It's a testament to how the other half live. You've never had seafood like this before and knowing you probably won't have it again seems to make it all the sweeter. Everything is ten times better than the usual places you go.

Reigen lets you order whatever you want, provided it’s on the discount menu, obviously, and he even shares some of his fancy shrimp with you. Not much, but some.

The atmosphere is nice, too. Admittedly it's very romantic, candle lit and dark, and you suppose that is rather the point of it all. The lights stay low, the music is soft, and even the sushi arrives arranged into cute little hearts.

Your company is even better. Reigen has taken you out to eat before but usually he drags you to a cheap ramen place on the way home from work, and he always makes for entertaining companionship. This, though, is new. You've never actually gone out with him for a proper dinner and the entire time you sit across from him, you can't stop the way your stomach flutters at the thought of spending time like this together. It's silly, really.

It's not like this is a real date, after all. You don’t want to push the boat too far. There’s no sign that he actually feels any way about you beyond needing your compliance for his plan and you don’t want to make an idiot of yourself by getting too into it all.

You're halfway through sharing a round of nigiri when you realise Reigen is holding your hand. You're not sure how you missed him do it to begin with. After you'd sat down to eat, Reigen had been quick to keep himself to himself. The rosy tint to his face had stayed for a long time after your little over the top display and you had assumed he’d been too embarrassed to try something similar again.

Except halfway through dinner, you realise that his fingers are laced with yours as he laughs about a comment Mob had made the day before and he seems completely oblivious to the way his thumb is stroking over your knuckles.

You don't intend to mention it. It feels nice and you can't deny how enjoyable it is to play pretend like this with him, except he must catch your line of sight because he hums into his water glass, starting like it's also the first time he's noticed it, and starts to untangle himself.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Sorry, I didn't-”

“I don't mind,” you say immediately. You're not sure what makes you blurt it out, but you tighten your grip to prevent him from backing off and surprisingly he gives in with no resistance.

He glances up at you, taken aback, and you try to clarify your meaning with only the tiniest of white lies. “The waiter already thinks we're making it up,” you say hurriedly. “We should probably keep it up until we leave, right? I’m not getting stuck with the full bill.”

Reigen raises his brows, seemingly astounded that you're not horrified by the concept of holding his hand, and he nods quickly to hide the expression. “Good idea,” he says, tangling his fingers with yours again. “Just for a bit longer.”

The hand holding lasts for more than just a bit. Even when you eat, neither of you let go of one another and no one mentions it. Sushi is easy to eat with one hand anyway, so it’s unobtrusive and easily forgotten. In fact, it’s oddly natural.

As the evening ticks on, you both relax enough that you start to forget that you’re supposed to be acting like you’re totally in love. It’s easy to get on with Reigen. You’ve always played off of each other well and this doesn’t feel any different to how you always behave around each other.

Beyond the handholding and the way his knees bump against yours under the table, you could be anywhere with him right now and you’re not sure you’d notice the change.

You’re not sure if that makes you feel better or worse about the situation.

The menu extends to several good wines and some specialty cocktails too, and in spite of the fact that you’re both scheduled to work tomorrow, you’re not shy about indulging. A single glass for you becomes another and even Reigen takes a risk on a second cocktail once he realises they’re serving something with citrus and fizz in it.

By the end of dinner you’re both getting on for being tipsy. Reigen begs off halfway through, a lightweight as usual, and relinquishes his for you to finish instead. It's probably for the best. His face is turning a pretty pink as he leans forward on the table, the alcohol bleeding into his system nicely, and dinner has been far too nice to puke up on the way home.

The alcohol settles in quickly and as mixing drinks tends to do, it goes to your head. You're not quite drunk, but you're not stone cold sober either. You think it might be why you stop paying attention to whatever Reigen is saying and start to let your thoughts wander a bit.

He's busy explaining a job from a few weeks ago, one that according to Mob had been fairly dicey, yet as you polish off the remainder of your glass, you’re not really listening to him brag about how he’d definitely been the one to save the day anymore.

You’re far too busy admiring the view to care about his stories. The fine wine feels like it cushions your mind in velvet, warming you up from the inside out and blurring everything around you except from him.

The chatter of the restaurant has faded away and the intimate lighting makes it feel like it’s just the two of you in here, trading stories and laughing with each other.

Reigen talks with his hands a lot, especially when he's had a drink, and while he expresses how close he’d come to death for the fifth time that day, he rocks your joined hands back and forth in time with his free one.

Reigen has nice hands: they’re wide and square, strong from all of his massages, with thick, long fingers you can’t help but imagine in places entirely unsuited to a public restaurant.

You’re enjoying a mental movie of said fingers on your body when he waves his hand in front of your face. Obviously you’re not doing a good enough job at showing him the attention he so craves.

“You're drunk,” he says, amused at your embarrassed look.

“No, I'm not,” you protest weakly. The stupid smile on your face belays your dishonesty and Reigen is clearly entertained. He blatantly doesn't believe you and you hide a laugh behind your hand. “Anyway, if I am, it's your fault.”

Reigen pretends to look aghast at the suggestion. “I'm your boss, I'd never get my employee drunk,” he scoffs.

“You don't remember having to scrape me off the floor of that bar at the Christmas party last year?” That one had been a particularly messy night out, even for you. You’re still all banned from the place for being idiots.

He smirks and you can see he's recalling it in real time. “That was your fault, not mine.”

“No way, you practically plied me with alcohol,” you say, laughing. “Very irresponsible of you.”

“Shut up,” Reigen grins and nods to the bouquet that’s propped up on the chair beside you. “I’m a great boss! I got you flowers, didn’t I?”

“Only so I’d date you under duress!” You say.

“I mean, sure, but also because you never get anything for Valentine’s.”

You stare at him, totally caught off guard by the confession. For what it's worth, Reigen looks even more surprised that he's said it. “I…. How did you-”

“Uh,” Reigen rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “I… heard you talking to Serizawa about it last week.”

You can barely remember the conversation yourself. Serizawa had been talking about seeing flower arranging classes at his school and you'd made a comment whilst Reigen had been in the other room making tea, off the cuff and totally meaningless, about how you'd never gotten them before, not even for Valentine's day. It hadn't been said for any reason other than conversation, but it had been true. Up until now, anyway.

“Reigen, I-” You don't know if you should be over the moon that he cares so much or humiliated that the object of your affection knows about your shitty dating history. “Thank you.” You say finally, giving his hand a squeeze. “I think that's the nicest thing someone has done for me for a long time.”

Reigen shrugs it off like it's nothing and you're reminded of how much you really, really fucking like this guy. He's so sweet and kind and thoughtful, and no matter how frustrating he can be, he makes up for it so easily that you can never hold it against him.

Your head swims and ridiculously, your eyes start to burn a little.

You’d really rather not cry in front of him and very graciously, Reigen pretends not to notice. Instead, he reaches for the desert menu and this time, he tells you to pick whatever you like.

♡

For the last stretch of the night, the two of you share mochi and a couple more cocktails. The wine is a little heavy for dessert and Reigen talks you into splitting drinks so neither of you get completely wasted.

You're using them and his accidental confession over your flowers as an excuse to show a little more affection than you ought to, and he doesn't give the impression that it's a problem for him. He does start a little when you press your ankle to his under the table at one point, but at your apology and attempt to move it back, he catches your foot between his and holds it there without comment.

The casual touch becomes a subtle form of footsie without either of you consciously meaning it to and by the time dinner is done, you're sitting with your legs slotted together. Despite the fact you've let go of each other's hands to eat, everything feels much more intimate than it had at the start of tonight.

On the last few pieces of mochi, Reigen pauses his chewing. “You've got-” He gestures to his lower lip and you realise he's signifying that there's something on your mouth. “S'not much.”

Your hand flies up to seek out whatever he's talking about and you're mortified momentarily, expecting something obvious and gross clinging to your teeth, but your fingers come away clean with only a little powdered sugar on the tips.

“Oh,” you say, with a relieved laugh. “I guess I've had worse on them.” It isn't supposed to sound suggestive and the hidden meaning bypasses you until Reigen opens his smart mouth.

“Yeah,” he mutters, smirking to himself. “I bet.”

His comment comes out of nowhere and you almost choke on air, blindsided by the double entendre.

Reigen realises you've heard him and he turns so red you're sure he could light the entire way home. He panics a little, holding his hands up and starting to stammer out an apology until he realises you're laughing.

It's more than a little funny and you really don't don't mind. In fact, you suddenly wonder how far you can get him to take things. If he's making jokes like that, you're intrigued to see if you can coax out a different side to him. Just because he's your boss, that doesn't mean you both have to be uptight and on your best behaviour all of the time.

And anyway, it's all in good fun tonight. Couples are supposed to flirt, aren't they?

“Are you trying to push my buttons?” You ask, sucking the sugar from your fingertips and smiling over at him.

Reigen's eyes follow the motion and he clears his throat. “No, I-” He glances up at you, eyes searching yours, and you can almost hear the bell go off in his head when he realises he's safe to mess around a little.

A slow grin begins to bloom on his face and, slipping comfortably back into a playful attitude that you always enjoy being around, he shrugs. Reigen sits forward to lean on the table and props his chin up on his fist. “What are you gonna do if I am?” he asks, smirking. “Report me?”

You mirror him, leaning on the table too, and feint innocence. “No idea,” you say, layering on the helplessness. “Maybe. Maybe I’ll have to call HR and tell them my superior is bullying me….”

“Oh yeah?” Reigen's grin grows, cocky and lopsided. “Unfortunately,” he says, taking your hand again without acknowledging it. “I run that department too.”

Biting your lip to hold back a laugh, you duck your head and take the bait he's so clearly dangling in front of you. “Then I have a complaint to make about my boss….”

“Your boss?” Reigen says, tilting his head and pretending to recall who you might mean. He's extraordinarily good at committing to the bit. “Oh, you mean that really good looking, powerful psychic guy?”

“Uh huh,” you laugh softly and you run your toes up his ankle under the table. “Super powerful, very handsome.”

Reigen's eyes dart down toward where you're touching him, unseen, and he clears his throat again. “Handsome, huh?” He says, playing it as cool as he can. “How handsome are we talking?”

“Oh,” You smirk, shrugging one shoulder. It's hard not to break into giggles, not least because he's so cute when he thinks he's being subtle about fishing for compliments. “Enough that I don't mind him pushing a few of those buttons, I suppose.”

You know you're supposed to be joking around. All of this is a joke, a game, and yet…. The way he's allowing your touch, letting you do it back to him, it's impossible not to keep pushing.

Reigen's brow twitches and he grins. “And what if he pushed them harder?”

“I don't think I'd say no,” you sigh happily. “I like my buttons pushed pretty hard.”

“Careful,” Reigen warns playfully. “I heard he's bad news.”

You laugh under your breath. “He's not that bad once you get to know him.”

“You think so?” Reigen asks, eyes searching yours. Nonchalant, he takes your hand again and turns it over until your palm is facing upwards so he can draw slow circles on the soft skin

The sensation makes you shiver. Distractedly, you chew on your lower lip and nod. “Don't tell him, but I think he secretly likes being nicer than he gives himself credit for….”

Transfixed by your mouth, Reigen bites down on a grin. “How do you know what he likes in secret?” he says quietly. “I bet you've never even asked….”

“D'you think he'd tell me?” You say, toeing off your shoe to push your foot past his trouser leg and curl it around his calf. It's risky and stupid, and you can't even play it off as part of tonight's front, but Reigen doesn't seem to mind at all. “If I did.”

Something has changed in his gaze and all of a sudden, it doesn't feel like you're acting the part anymore. The two of you are very, very close together now and the air feels charged, like it's full of static that's pulling you towards him. He's only a few inches away from your face and you can smell the sweet scent of lemon on his breath.

Reigen is still trying to play it cool, working hard to maintain his composure as though he isn't sweating nervously. “Maybe if you show him yours, he'll show you his.”

“Yeah?” The din of the restaurant is distant and muted, like your head is full of cotton wool, and all you can concentrate on is the way he keeps licking his lips.

Reigen meets your eyes again and there's a tiny glimmer of hopeful interest in them. He doesn't appear to be joking anymore. “Go ahead,” he mutters. “Run it by me first.”

You're practically touching noses by now, leant across the table in each other's space, and if you were to tilt your head only a tiny bit, to pull on his hand, to drag him down onto you, you think you might be able to finally get the real kiss you've been dreaming of since you-

“Are you ready for the bill?”

A voice cuts through the woolly atmosphere, loud and abrasive, and both of you almost fall off of your chairs in sheer surprise, jerking away and righting yourselves in your chairs. You whip your foot back, Reigen stops touching your hand, and the intimate air abruptly feels broken and ruined.

“Apologies,” says the waiter, not looking very sorry at all. “But we do need the table.”

You can barely look up at the guy, face burning hot. It feels like you’ve been caught in the broom closet with your boss, doing something far worse than winding each other up, and Reigen seems just as embarrassed. Awkwardly, he takes the small, folded piece of paper from the waiter and reaches into his back pocket for his card.

♡

Reigen pays the whole bill and when you attempt to offer your half, he looks at you like you're insane. Typically, you split the bill with him whenever you go out to eat. He's a cheap bastard and you know better than to expect anything less, but he refuses your offer the second you hold out your own card.

He doesn't even complain about it, either, apparently just happy to have achieved his goal of qualifying for the discount he's been aiming for all night.

Once everything is settled, Reigen calls a cab for you both to share and the whole time you wait for it, you stand arm in arm with him, grinning like idiots and laughing together about cheating the system.

The taxi arrives quickly and in it, you sit closer to him than necessary, warm and toasty against his side.

The journey is quiet to begin with. You're sated and full, and still a little tipsy, so the silence isn't unpleasant. Slumped down in your seat, hiding your face from him, you can't stop turning over the memories of the dinner. He'd been so close to you, so within kissing distance, and you're too nervous to say anything about it in case he laughs you off.

What if he was just playing along? you think silently. What if I'm reading into it? The thought is nauseating. Perhaps you've sold the idea of dating him a bit too hard….

At your side, Reigen clears his throat softly and you shift so that you can see him properly. He’s sitting so close to you that your head is practically on his shoulder, and he looks down at you with a small, soft smile.

“Thanks,” he says quietly. “For coming. And for, y'know, going along with it. I hope it wasn't too weird.”

“I had a lot of fun, Reigen.” You laugh quietly. “Thank you. It was totally worth it.”

Reigen snorts. “I think we sold it pretty well, too,” he says. “Especially, y’know, on the way in.”

Oh, you think. The kiss.

“Sorry,” you duck your head and laugh, awkward. “I didn’t think he was gonna let us in and, well, you told me to make it work, so….”

He doesn't say anything and risking a look back up, you see that Reigen is watching you closely again, just as he had in the restaurant. Reigen smiles slightly, so warm and soft that your stomach feels like it might climb up your throat, and he looks down at your mouth again.

“Maybe I need to call HR,” he says with a half-laugh. “Kissing a subordinate is probably against some kinda law or something.”

There’s a playfulness in tone, like he's joking and simultaneously trying to see what your reaction to such a comment will be.

You decide to test the water. “Depends on whether the subordinate is into it, I guess….”

Reigen smirks, teasing, and a little bit relieved that you're not backing off. “I dunno, they didn’t get the chance to tell me.”

You realise he’s talking about the conversation you’d had before you had been so rudely interrupted, and your nerves flutter. Tonight has been full of flirting and teasing, and if you're still playing stupid games, you suppose you might as well go all in and see what happens.

You're both tipsy enough that you can play it off if he doesn't go for it. “Well,” you say, biting your lip. “I guess I'm pretty partial to a redhead. Especially if they’re in charge of me.”

“Yeah?” he says quietly, smile growing.

“And men with big mouths that they can't keep shut, too,” you smirk, glancing down at his.

“Noted,” he chuckles, his breath ghosting over your face. “Anything else you like?”

You look back up at his smug expression and decide you can't let him get too ahead of himself. “And swallowing.”

Reigen makes a funny noise, strangled and hoarse, and closes his eyes for a moment. “Fuck,” he murmurs. You can see his throat bob up and down as he tries to compose himself, and when he finally opens them again, he looks like he's struggling to keep it together. A blush crawls up his throat and the look in his eyes is so hungry it makes your knees go weak.

“Fuck HR,” Reigen says, and then sways forward slightly with the motion of the car and, leaning the rest of the way into your space, he ducks his head and kisses you.

Your eyes flutter shut and he cradles the side of your face, turning your head so he can get you exactly where he wants you.

It’s soft and nervous at first, like he's still not sure if he's making the right move and he pulls away almost as soon as he makes contact, only to return without hesitation for a second and a third at your insistent sounds. The chaste kisses become deeper as he lingers, slow and unhurried, and you can taste the sweetness from your desserts and drinks.

It’s so unbelievably fucking perfect.

You press your tongue against his and he gives a low groan, his hand finding your thigh to pull you closer. The kisses keep coming, his fingers trail upwards, crawling closer and closer to your lap, and you drag your teeth over his lower lip when he pulls away to breathe.

Reigen looks like he's had more than just a couple of cocktails to drink now; his face is redder than ever, his gaze glassy, and he's panting against your mouth like he's run a mile. You press another kiss to the corner of his lips and you shift in your seat, encouraging his hand to explore even higher.

He does as he’s asked, thick fingers slipping up between your legs and he leans down again to keep kissing you while he teases you through the fabric of your clothes.

You sigh into his mouth. His touch doesn’t feel like it’s anywhere near enough, the sensation dulled by your stupid fucking outfit, and you try to press up into him to seek out more.

Reigen laughs at your desperation, mumbling a stupid comment about being needy, and you bite his lip again in warning. “Careful,” You whisper, reaching over to palm him through his slacks with a smirk. “Don’t get smart.”

Reigen chokes out a grunt and his hips buck up of their own accord. He’s already hard, tenting his slacks, and you're not about to let him think he's in charge of the show. “HR won’t be happy if they find out I didn’t get my way,” you tut, rubbing his cock up and down slowly. “Then you will be in trouble.... And we don't want that, do we?”

Reigen hisses, eyes dark and pupils blown wide. He stares you down, challenging your gaze, and he smirks at your unwillingness to let him get away with being an asshole. He goes to kiss you again, surging forward, and then the taxi driver clears his throat very loudly.

You're yanked back into your surroundings. The car is parked up outside your apartment, engine running, and the driver is watching you in the mirror. He doesn't look very impressed. “You kids mind taking this somewhere else?”

You cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing and grab your bouquet of flowers, flinging open the door while Reigen grabs whatever cash he has in pocket and flings it into the driver's tray.

He scrambles out of the car, darts around the back and grabs you by the hand, dragging you away and ignoring the guy's shouts of how much he's overpaid.

You only live on the first floor. Your apartment is small and simple, so much so that it hardly qualifies as much more than a shoebox with a kitchen attached, and you have to shuffle around in the hallway in order to let Reigen get inside.

He passes down the hall and makes his way into the main room, and once you’ve locked the front door you go after him. He's hovering about in the tiny living area, hands in his pockets as he inspects your room, and you drop the flowers on your coffee table whilst he’s busy.

This is the first time he’s been in here. On a proper night out, you tend to crash at his if you can’t make it home; it’s marginally bigger than yours and the cab is cheaper, which means his place always wins out. It’s a new experience to have him in your space like this.

“This is nice,” Reigen says awkwardly, gesturing to the apartment at large. “Cozy.” He seems a little stiff, unsure what to do now that he’s here.

You snort, coming to stand in front of him. “What are you, an estate agent?” You put your hands on his chest and guide him backwards until his legs hit the edge of your bed, and he falls back with a soft thump!

Willing and able, Reigen makes room for you between his legs. He pushes himself up on his elbows and looks on as you begin to undress. Your movements are slow and deliberate, never once looking away from him, and you can see his breathing pick up in pace.

He’s hypnotised by every move you make. You shed your clothes until you're in just your underwear, exposed to him, and climb carefully into his lap. You take off his glasses and lean over to deposit them on the bedside table before going back to him.

Reigen's hands come up to hold your waist and he boosts himself upward to restart his feverish kisses. He's ungainly and needy, licking and biting his way back into your mouth while you start to strip him of his dress shirt. You make quick work of the buttons, slipping them out with deft fingers and peeling the fabric away.

You tug at the back of his shirt until it slips free of his slacks, hands wandering over his lower back as you explore his soft skin. Much to your delight, the muddy freckles on his face continue down his shoulders, cascading onto his upper arms and spattering the pale skin like paintbrush flecks.

Reigen's body is slight. Narrow and slim, yet soft at the edges. He isn't very muscular; you know he runs on the weekends and you suppose he stays reasonably fit in order to chase after the others at work, so there's a subtle hint of strength hidden underneath the puppy fat of his stomach.

It's more attractive than it has any right to be.

Without breaking away from his kisses, you slip your hands down his chest and work your fingers under his belt until you reach the buckle, blindly undoing it with practiced skill.

The metal gives way and you slide the leather from the pin quickly to give yourself easier access. You're about to do the same to the buttons when he pulls away from you panting hard and clinging to your hips.

You try to chase his mouth, still pressing open mouthed kisses there while he tries to speak.

“Wait, wait,” Reigen says, voice hoarse. “Hang on.”

“Are you alright?” You ask, leaning back to make sure he's okay.

Reigen looks bashful, eyes searching yours. He goes to say something and then stops himself, visibly nervous about whatever he intends to say. "I…" He sighs, closing his eyes to steel himself. Whatever is wrong, it’s enough for him to reconsider what he's doing.

He doesn't move you off of him, but he suddenly looks like he wants to hide away somewhere. His flirty confidence from earlier is gone, replaced with the same shyness he'd shown when you had kissed him at the restaurant.

You take his face in his hands and force him to look up at you again. “Reigen, what is it? If you're uncomfortable, we can-”

“No!” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your middle to keep you still. “It's not that, I just…. I'm-” Reigen groans, not out of pleasure but embarrassment, and he buries his face in your shoulder. “I haven't really…. Done this. Before”

“What, fuck an employee?” you say, laughing quietly. “It's alright, I was just kidding about making a complaint, I-”

“No, I mean this,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Sex.”

You push at his chest until he has to sit up, revealing his cherry red face. He's uncharacteristically out of his depth and you're confused as to what he's saying . “You mean, like, it's been a while?” You ask.

Reigen grimaces, shaking his head. “Like, ever.”

“What?” You don't mean for the shock to show so obviously. He’s clearly already struggling and you gaping down at him like he’s mad won’t help the situation, however the idea that he’s never had sex before is utterly insane to you.

“I’m sorry,” Reigen apologises, avoiding meeting your eyes. He shuffles like he means to get up, jostling you about. “I didn’t wanna say anything, I know it’s stupid I can just go-”

“Reigen, stop,“ you put your hands on his shoulders and he stills, nervously glancing up at you through his lashes. He looks like he expects you to laugh at him, to kick him out now that you know his secret. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it’d be a good topic over dinner,” Reigen huffs, rolling his eyes. “It’s embarrassing, obviously.” He’s very obviously humiliated by his admission and it makes your chest ache to see him so uncharacteristically vulnerable.

His point is valid enough; tonight was supposed to be fake, it’s not like there had been any need for him to tell you anything of the sort. Still, you feel a little bad for pushing him so much now. Admittedly it’s a surprise. He always seems to know what to say and being able to talk the talk usually gets you pretty far when it comes to sex, but the more you think about it, the more it starts to make sense.

All throughout dinner, he’d been happy to shoot the shit with you when he’d thought it was just a game, however the moment you’d done anything that even bordered on actual affection, he’d been decidedly less confident. Even in the car, his touches were hesitant and his kisses were unskilled.

You run a hand up his chest to soothe him, watching his tense shoulders relax. “Idiot,” you say, fond. “I don’t care.”

Reigen raises his eyebrows. “You don’t?”

“Not even a little bit,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him again.

Reigen doesn’t stop you. He breathes out heavily through his nose, gradually beginning to calm down, and you decide that things will have to go a little differently than you’d originally intended. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” You murmur.

He nods quickly and you trail kisses from the side of his mouth down to his jaw line, open mouthed and hot, and he tips his head back with a groan. His skin tastes slightly salty, probably from sweating so much around you, and you drag your teeth over his pulse point.

Reigen sighs happily. He squeezes your hips, grabbing them gently and digging his blunt nails into the skin.

You slip out of your bra and toss it across the room. You stop bothering his neck in order to sit up, and you guide his hands up from your hips to caress your chest.

His big hands grope at you, squeezing experimentally as he explores the new sights, enjoying himself immensely. It makes you keen under his touch and he grins, his bravery growing at your enjoyment.

You unbutton his slacks whilst he's busy touching you up and slip a hand into them to palm at him through his underwear. Reigen grunts and presses his hips up into you, seeking friction to rut against, and you push down to meet him.

He gasps at the contact, his hold on your hips tightening, and before he can get carried away with dry humping you, you tug at his slacks and force him to stop. “Take these off,” you instruct, climbing off of his lap to give him room.

Reigen scrambles to shove off his trousers, kicking them away with his underwear and shuffling back into place, lightning fast. His eagerness is horribly endearing and it makes you grin. You slip out of your underwear and push him back against the pillows. “Lay back,” you smile.

Reigen does as he's told and with him flat on his back, you can finally see him as exactly as you've imagined. A trail of deep red hair leads down to a small patch that surrounds his thick cock, well kept and neat.

His thighs are curved nicely, long legs stretching down to hang off of your bed, and they show far more evidence of his exercise than his upper body. Regardless, he's gorgeous from head to toe. It drives you insane and you drink in the view for a second.

Reigen begins to look a little self-conscious at your attention. He squirms under your scrutiny and you're quick to settle his fear, straddling his waist and kissing him again until he forgets all about his worry.

You trade touches with him, hands roaming over one another as you make out for a while and Reigen's bravery begins to grow. He's encouraged by your soft sighs and casual exploration of his own body, and quite bravely he walks his fingers down from your hip to your bare pussy.

Your breath catches and you look down to him, giving him the silent go ahead.

Reigen bites his lower lip. He looks excited and shy all at the same time. Very carefully, he runs his fingers along the soft folds of you and studies your face to see how you react to his touches.

You gasp and tilt your body towards him, opening your legs to give him better access to you. His fingertips meet wetness and he makes a soft sound, both interested and surprised, and he trails them through your arousal.

Reigen is so busy investigating the feeling that he seems to forget that you're attached to the other end. He toys with your pussy, listening to you gasp and moan, grinning to himself greedily.

“Reigen,” you whine, reaching down to cover his hand with your own. “Put your fucking fingers in me before I-!”

He does as you ask, pushing one into your cunt and silencing your command. You moan loudly and push down onto his hand, desperately seeking more.

“Should I just….” Reigen looks a little awkward, unsure how to proceed, and with your hand that holds his wrist, you guide his finger in and out slowly.

“Keep doing that,” you sigh. “That's perfect.” The motion makes you shudder and you grab at his shoulder with your other hand. Reigen works his hand up and down, slow and steady as though he has all the time in the world.

You’re so wet that he hardly has to wait to add a second finger and you encourage him along to keep him calm.

Reigen appears to be enjoying the praise you give. His cock is hard against your hip, precum smearing against the skin when you shift, and he rocks into you in time with his fingers.

As he moves his digits within you, you lean back to take hold of his cock, squeezing him gently. Reigen practically mewls when you do so, cock twitching in your grip.

You bring your hand back to spit in it and gently, you coat his cock until it's wet enough to glide your hand along smoothly, starting to stroke him.

Reigen gasps and bucks upward into your hold, desperate for more as he grips the sheets with his free hand. He adds another finger into you carefully, watching your face with barely concealed awe. His fingers inside you burn in the best way, and Reigen's digits curl perfectly to hit your sweetest spot, making you cry out.

He pauses for a second, frightened he might have done something wrong, and you shake your head at his silent query. “Don’t stop,” you say, breathless.

Reigen nods and moves in time with you for a minute, unable to look away from where you sit above him. His hand speeds up as yours does and within minutes, Reigen is falling apart under your touch.

Worried he'll get carried away, you lift up off of his hand and guide his fingers out. At first, he protests with an annoyed grunt, trying to snatch you back down, and you shove him back by his chest, grinning.

Reigen looks confused until you shift backward to hover over his cock and he catches on quickly.

“Ready?” You ask, making sure he's okay.

Reigen nods quickly and takes hold of your waist. “Fuck, yes, please.”

You can't help but tease him a little, rubbing the head of his erection over your cunt for a moment and watching how easily he works himself up with unrestrained glee.

He goes to say something smart and you seize the chance to catch him off guard. You ease your weight down onto him until finally, you're completely filled by him. It feels so good you cry out and pitch forward, bracing your hands on his chest.

Reigen chokes out a moan, grip on your waist tightening, and he screws his eyes shut. He tenses for a moment, trying to calm himself before he can manage to go on. As much as you'd like to let loose, you force yourself to be patient. If he's never done this before then you can't ride him too hard to begin with. He'll come in five seconds flat and you're desperate to feel him for as long as possible.

“Relax,” you coo, covering his hands with your own. “Look at me.”

Reigen manages to open his eyes and you smile, reassuring. “Take a deep breath, don't panic.” You say, running your thumbs over his hands. “You're doing so well.”

Reigen blushes and manages a sheepish smile, breathing in and out slowly.

After a long minute, Reigen nods for you to go on, and you lift yourself up and down slowly, thighs straining as you move. He watches you in disbelief for a second, like he's committing the sight of you to memory, and a big grin crawls onto his face. “Fuck,” he gasps. “You're so fucking hot.”

The compliment is unexpected and you feel your face warm up. Having his fingers in you feels like nothing in comparison to the way he's looking at you right now, hungry for more and leering at the sight of you on his cock.

You can't stop yourself from smiling and you roll your hips forward, slow to begin with. Each move has you both moaning and sighing, encouraging each other to give more and more until you're not sure who's fucking who anymore.

Reigen's eyes roll back when you speed up, eyes fluttering to stay open. His fingers are digging into your skin and the thrill of being bruised by him runs straight to your pussy.

The room fills with only tiny moans and sounds of fucking; No smart come backs, no more faking, just pure pleasure and excitement.

With a good pace set, you run your fingers over your clit, sighing happily as you circle your touch. It feels so good that you can't even focus on keeping rhythm, your hips stuttering a little.

Reigen seizes the moment to take charge of the moment instead of letting you control the movements, and he fucks up into you. His confidence is unexpected so you barely have time to process what happens, falling forward and leaning on his chest for support. His gaze moves from your face to where your tits bounce, and back up again. He meets your eyes and the sight of one another is enough to make both of you laugh.

He sits up a bit and presses your foreheads together, kissing you over and over, messy and uncoordinated as he gets closer. You both make soft little sounds, panting into each others space like you're desperate for air, and as your fingers work furiously over your clit, you begin to feel a coil build in your stomach; you're so close you feel like you might explode, and you cry out when Reigen snaps his hips particularly hard.

It's enough to force you over the edge and you tighten around him, body shuddering as your climax hits you. You moan his name loudly as the waves wash over you and the sensation is obviously too much for Reigen, because he buries his face in your neck and makes the most obscene noise you've ever heard.

It's somewhere between a sob and a moan, but his voice breaks halfway through and he bites down hard on your neck to stifle himself.

You can feel him cum inside you, cock twitching, and you collapse forward onto him the second he's done. Both of you go limp, lying pressed up against each other as you try to catch your breath again. Neither of you move for a while and it isn’t until you feel your thighs begin to cramp that you decide you’re going to have to get off. You lift up off of him carefully and you both groan at the loss as he slips out from you, cum trailing after his soft cock, and you flop beside him on the bed.

Reigen looks thoroughly fucked. His hair is astray and his mouth is red, lips bitten and slightly swollen from all the attention you’ve given them throughout tonight. You know you probably don’t look much better, but you’re so exhausted you can’t bring yourself to care.

You shuffle up into his side and Reigen tucks an arm under you, pulling you in close. Your eyes are growing heavy against your will and Reigen drags your leg up over his hips to make you more comfortable.

He draws circles on your skin with his thumb, breathing slowing to a normal pace. The silence is comfortable and calming, and you’re almost drifting off by the time you manage to speak again.

“You okay?" you whisper, peering up at him.

Reigen hums, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Yeah,” he says, sounding entertained. “Very.”

You laugh quietly to yourself at his smug face and snuggle closer to his side. He squeezes your upper arm gently and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Are you?” He asks.

“Definitely,” you sigh happily and close your eyes. “I think we went above and beyond to convince that place tonight, don’t you?”

Reigen smiles into your hair. “Eh, maybe we should go out a few more times. Just to make sure.”

You grin into the crook of his neck. “Sure, if you’re paying.”

Reigen chuckles and gives your ass a gentle slap. “Only if you show me how much you really like swallowing.”

“Deal.”

#reigen arataka #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka x reader #reigen arataka/reader #reigen/reader #reigen x reader #reigen arataka/you #reigen arataka x you #self insert #reigen smut #mdni #reigen arataka / yn #reigen arataka x y/n #dimple #ekubo #reigen arataka/y/n #reigen aratakaxreader #sorry its late i am not well! but better late than never right

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dilfsfordinner · 1 year

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He’s a virgin you know, so be gentle with him. Besides the calloused seal of his own fist, nobody, absolutely no one has touched him on that part of his body before. Although he was inexperienced, he wasn’t entirely stupid, for he knew what occurred between lovers, what could be possible for him one day; that day now coming to fruition by your hand. Because he had succumbed to your wiles, nothing would ever satisfy his hunger ever again. The curl of your tongue around his leaking tip was just the first thing to break him, your teeth grazing the throbbing veins of his shaft ripping apart his self control piece by piece. The soft lining of your cheeks was one thing, but your cunt was entirely another.

Straddling his shaking form, the sinking of your most intimate part clamping down on his cock had his lungs fighting for air, goosebumps erupting up the length of his spine. Never would he have expected it to feel this good, and it was all because of you. You were so snug and tight around his length, his previously innocent body now corrupted by your perfect cunt. Your soaked walls squelched as his twitching tip nudged at your cervix, and you would never forget the sight caused by it. Hair disheveled, chest rising and falling with erratic breaths, lips swollen and coated with your saliva, cheeks flushed a pretty red. You couldn’t even begin to list the sinful sight he bore, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensitivity, eyebrows drawn up and hands shaking to find the right place on your body. He was so clueless, it was adorable.

The problem with him being a virgin was how long he had stored himself up. His balls were so swollen, the lewd sound of his skin slapping yours pulling a reaction out of his body he couldn’t control. Clutching onto you, years worth of his abstinence spilled into you, his heartbeat spiking and eyes rolling back. Don’t ever forget this moment because the vulnerability seeping from him would probably be the last bit you would ever see.

Losing his virginity to you may have been one of the best moments of his life, but be sure to expect an insatiable hunger now, one that you would be subject to for weeks to come.

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LEVI ACKERMAN, Jean Kirstein, (literally all the AoT characters), Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Choso Kamo, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Isagi Yoichi, Doppo Kunikida, Reigen Arataka

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logicalbookthief · 1 year

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I adore the fact that in so many other stories, Mob Psycho would’ve concluded with the World Domination Arc. After all, it has the big, climatic battle with the ensemble cast versus the overarching villain. They win, and everyone goes home, all’s well that ends well, right?

Except the story doesn’t end there. Because Mob has yet to reckon with this internal, antagonist force that has haunted the narrative since the very beginning: Himself.

When Mob comes face-to-face with ???% at long last, he says: I am Kageyama Shigeo.

This isn’t a conflict with a villain, or another esper, or even a separate entity that resides inside Mob’s body. It is something far more personal, and far more relatable.

???% is the culmination of everything Mob’s held back. Not just emotions like anger or fear. Even his desires, like his crush on Tsubomi. All muted by his efforts not to hurt anybody with his powers. Mob has come such a long way, but he’s still restraining his feelings so tightly that the moment his control wavered, ???% took over.

But the conflict isn’t the destruction ???% is wreaking just by walking through the city. The conflict is Mob refusing to accept this part of himself he’s suppressed for so long.

And ???% is right! Every attempt to stop him thus far has failed. Because he isn’t meant to be stopped. Mob has to reconcile with the parts of himself that he won’t acknowledge.

And it’s the most difficult thing Mob has ever had to do! This is the part of himself that hurt his brother; that hurt his friends and decimated so much of the city. Reconciling with it means accepting that Mob hurt those people, whether he wanted to or not. It means accepting all facets of himself, even ones he’s not proud of or wishes he could change but cannot.

Mob has grown so much in this latest season alone, he hasn’t had any explosions, and he felt confident enough in his own abilities to actually ask Tsubomi out, which was something the Mob of two seasons ago could never imagine.

But what about the advice Reigen gave him for his confession to Tsubomi?

His true self, in its totality. This is what Mob has struggled with the entire story. This is why his confession to Tsubomi is the culmination of his character arc. Expressing his feelings means exposing his true self to someone else, even with the fear of rejection.

And while we’re on that subject. Let’s talk about Reigen. Right after he gives this advice to Mob, he says this about himself:

It is the height of irony (and tragedy) that Mob and Reigen admire each other’s strengths so much, yet have no idea they struggle with the same exact fear: that if the people they cared for found out who they truly were, they would reject them. It is why Reigen relies on lies and why Mob suppresses himself.

It is also why Reigen has never actually witnessed ???% until now. It is why Mob has never heard Reigen admit the truth about himself out loud.

And that’s why the final arc feels like such a gut-punch in the best of ways. What is harder than accepting who you are, and hoping for others to accept you as you are? Even at your most deceitful, or your most destructive? Mob Psycho ends with the Confession Arc because that’s the very heart of the story.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 spoilers #mp100 s3 spoilers #kageyama shigeo #reigen arakata #tearing up as I typed this don’t mind me #I’m a manga reader too but seeing this animated finally got to ne #and then the reigen parallels hit me!!!#I’m not Ready for next episode

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milkbreadtoast · 2 months

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idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

#orv #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #my art #oh yeah i didnt have ref for this fkdnfn was going off memory of the last (first) time i drew him #i cant do a serious attempt tho bc i havent read the novel so i dont have a clear image of him in my head yet...#(dont want to just copy the webtoon design hastily... if it matches my image thats fine but... idk yet)#my main opinion on the webtoon design is he's too hot/ikemen tho KFJDKDJ (this is what i thought since the beginning)#its like BONES mp100 anime reigen.... kdj is like manga reigen to me /j #but who knows maybe if i catch kdj brainrot i too will start drawing him like a kpop idol out of affection...🤷🏻‍♂️#like the webtoon artist prob draws kdj pretty bc they love him sm #just like how i draw jys pretty bc of my brainrot...#so who knows maybe that will happen to me too🤷🏻‍♂️ time will tell #my main opinion on webtoon yjh (no one asked): CUTE BUT WHERES THE T1TTY BEL- *voice muffled as i get dragged away*#(copied most of these tags from twit too lazy to retype the commentary)#EDIT: i call him reigen jokingly bc theyre abt the same age but #kdj is also mob core to me....#in that theyre both protags that dont look flashy and look more like extras/'mob charas'#yet r irrevocably unequivocably the protags of their respective stories #(just as everyone is the protag of your own life! sieze ur narrative! etcetc🖤)#also. both black haired bowlcut havers KJDJS #kdj is reigen coded (derogatory) and mob coded (POS)#hes also a 'con man like reigen..... yep hes def still reigen coded

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acekindaneat · 3 months

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I don't want this to end.

A cute little date scene that I really liked from the fic The Big Woo by @tinkertoysdamn !!!!!

#it's a very fun and insane/pos AU #it's like those silly afternoon reality tv shows ;]#thats why it's still one of my favorites honestly #anyway as u can tell i kinda disappeared from making things and i can explain #1 there was something wrong with me health-wise so i kept getting check-ups and doctors just Guessing #until we got it right which I won't go into detail but finally figured out why i get fatigued so easily ..#2!!!! i've been grinding and levelling up on genshin bc i want to hangout with my pookie bear 😘😘😘😘 also i've been wanting to play it so #okay anyway done rambling hello tag readers i love you #happy valentine's day here's multiple treats pick one or more mwa 🍓🍒🍉🍉🫔🍧🍡🍨🍦🥧🍰🍮🎂🧁🍭🍬🍫🍪#okay here's the normal tags LOL #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #serirei #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 fanart #mi art stuff

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dollwrites · 10 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dub con for like a second, praise, dry humping, against the wall, reigen is a quick shooter, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ my actual first reigen fic! it was supposed to go in kinktober but i decided against it so take it now instead. all of my rei fics are motivated by my love for @arabaka and her love for reigen. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Rei, seriously… I have to get back to work. And so do you…”

“In a minute, baby. Fuck, just… please… let me kiss on you a little bit longer.” the two of you were way past just kissing. you knew that, but the way he begs for more time in your ear makes you melt— his ragged panting and the grunts and moans that fill the silence between each breath are telltale signs that he’s enjoying himself too much, as if the thick, hard lump in his gray slacks wasn’t enough of an indicator. he was rubbing it against you, making you feel how bad his cock wanted you. “You taste so good. I’m going crazy.”

pulling your bottom lip between your front teeth, you try to stifle a moan as Reigen litters your neck with haphazard, open mouthed pecks. “If I’m late again…”

“I’m hard, baby,” he croaks, cutting you off, grasping one of your knees, pinning it on his waist. the sound and action effectively halts your train of thought. “I’m so fucking hard.” the gap provided skewed your skirt just enough for him to drag his clothed cock against your panties, and he gargles a whimper of pure ecstasy as your warmth seeps through and caresses the needy bulge. “Wanna fuck you so bad right now. Wanna feel my favorite, little pussy suck me right in,” his mouth scrapes over your ear and your jaw, smearing it with saliva and sloppy kisses, nipping your skin with his teeth. you’re completely trapped against the door, one hand on the knob, smothered in his body heat and the weight of him. you can smell his salty sweat as it trickles down from his temples, soaking the collar of his shirt. “You can feel it, can’t you? How my dick goes crazy for that warm, tight hole?” Reigen grunts, pressing his groin closer to yours, and the swollen tip throbs as it rakes along your panties. “You want it too, don’t you? To feel me in your guts again. Is it making you sloppy wet, just for me?” his fingers dig into your knee, nails scoring your pantyhose, leaving running gashes along it, up your thigh where his hand travels next. “T-tell me, baby… tell me you want me!”

to say yes would mean giving in, and you allow your hand to slip from the doorknob and grasp at his tie, instead, pulling him closer. “Yes,” you moan, back arching. your cunt clenches on empty air, wishing Reigen’s cock was worming its way through the spongy canal. “Fuck, yes, Rei I’m so wet right now.”

when he gropes at your thigh, pulling you closer to meet his needy rutting, you swoon and grind over the pulsating lump, tilting your head up towards the ceiling.

“Make that sound again,” Reigen pleads, bucking his hips harder against yours. he fucks furiously, his cock jabbing pathetically against his zipper, “‘S gonna make me cum…”

“Reigen,” you mewl, twirling his tie around your fist to pull it tighter, “I wish you could… fuck me right now,” you knew what you were doing— forcing him to the edge with the way your breath catches on your sultry moans, “feel your thick cock stretching my tight, little cunt! I want you deep. hard. I wanna scream for you, Reigen—“

“Sh-shit,” his face buries in your neck, grunting and snarling like a beast in rut as his hips piston more erratic and needy than before. each honeyed word that slips from your lips is another nail in his coffin, and you realize that he’s already falling apart against you. “Cumming, baby… cumming!” his hands are mean as they paw at you, his body pushing up against yours. you knew if he’d managed to get his cock into you, he’d be forcing it as deep as it could go, but instead all he can do is pin you to the wall and rub himself off on your lingerie. your name erupts from his swollen lips in scattered syllables, accompanied by the most euphoric of gurgling groans. his muscles, that had all been taut, seem to relax at once, and he slumps against you, panting on your skin.

busying yourself by using your free hand to comb through his soaked, golden tendrils, you squirm, feeling the sensitive ( and now damp ) lump in his slacks tremble at the friction. “Okay,” you suck in a deep breath, and your other hand wanders— feeling down his chest and abdomen until your digits explore the wet fabric of his pants; his release leaving a thick, dark shame on them. “Now, I really have to go. If I’m late again, my boss is going to kill me.”

“Hng,” he lets out a flustered grunt at your teasing, but doesn’t pull back. instead, he seems to grind against it, as if he were enjoying the torturous pleasure of being overstimulated. “You like making me like this,” he pants, nipping at your cheek with his teeth, “— embarrassing me… making me cum in my pants for you… Little tease.” he mutters, breathlessly peppering your jaw and the corner of your mouth in kisses. “I should just hire you here. You’d make a cute, little secretary, and I could stroke myself stupid against that warm pussy over and over again whenever I wanted.”

you roll your eyes at that. “I spoil you enough, Arataka.”

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vasiktomis · 4 months

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Reverse Psychology (Reigen Arataka x GN!Reader, 18+)

Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~2400. Tags/Warnings: No use of Reader pronouns. Negging. Office Sex. Pining. Service Submission. Confessions. Doggy-style. Creampie. (and it isn't a vasiktomis work without) Premature Ejaculation. Consensual Non-Consent. Read it on Ao3 Here!

“I’d had my suspicions, but I didn’t — ah — realise you were this into me.”

He’s such a loser, you think, gasping as he gracelessly gropes and grabs at your waist, your hips, your thighs. He’s such a scumbag. You want to bash his skull in. He’s adorable.

You won’t lie; you know he’s overestimating your infatuation with him. You’re sure he doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying — it’d just be mighty convenient for him if you believed it. Even when he’s got you pinned to the wall, body flush against yours, panting into your neck while he tries to recover from getting too lost in feverish kisses, he can’t drop a con when the opportunity presents itself.

Lucky for you, you know him too well to feel hurt over it, let alone fall for it. It’s always been like this between the two of you; Reigen, in all his arrogance, negging the shit out of you for as long as you’ve known him. Baiting you into seeking his approval, his attraction, when all he does behind your back is stare. You’d been wise to it from week one, but you hadn’t realised how bad he had it until you’d paid him to house-sit while you were on vacation with friends last year. When you’d come home to respectfully watered houseplants and a hamper full of underwear that weren’t crusted with cum and shamefully shoved to the bottom of the basket when you’d left it.

You’ve known as long as he has that he’s wanted you, but its just too fun, watching him make a fool of himself while he’s trying to bait you into throwing yourself at him.

It’s the little things that beckon your attention, and he probably hates that. The sincerity and care that creep out of the cracks when his apprentices arrive in a less than stellar mood. The underlying consideration he puts into not giving a shit about you. He’d never buy you dinner, no fucking way, but he sure has a running list of all your favourite foods specifically so he can have you pressure him into sharing a cold mouthful after an unnecessarily long monologue about fending for yourself.

He broke first. You knew he would. Finally, after all this time gloating about girlfriends that don’t exist and shoving unwarranted dating advice at you, he gave in. At the most boring moment too — not even during a fight or while one of you were inconsolably crying. You’d just gotten too close on your way past when you were leaving the agency for the day, and he just broke.

It must be a blow, after all that work he put into the facade. You’d heard the resigned sound in his throat when he’d rounded on you, hands finding your shoulders, kissing you open-mouthed before you’d even had a chance to kiss back. It just wouldn’t be like him to let that image slide.

He’s bolstering his ego with all this dominance, and you’re happy to let him. If you’re honest, you kind of like it; letting him believe he’s fooling you. He’s taking charge, but the power’s all yours. It’s your decision to call him out whenever you like, and if he wants to spend the first shot he’s had at you lying, it feels only reasonable to make him work for it.

You give him nothing. A blank canvas to project onto and a tongue in his mouth in lieu of something he might be able to hold against you later.

It's perfect. He pulls back, delighted.

“God, I knew it. You don’t even try to hide it.” Reigen mutters, frantically tugging at buttons and fabric to shift his attention to your chest. The kisses he smears on your clavicle, your sternum, over the swell of your tits, are hurried and sloppy, already not quite living up to how cool he’s trying to play this. “I bet you’re already ready for it.”

Bad performer’s trick: rush you through to the sex so you never have to find out he’s terrible at foreplay. Or, maybe he’s concerned he can’t hold his nut long enough.

God, he must be terrified beneath that facade.

You just have to fuck him.

You reach down, fumbling with his belt, and he gasps, at least before he squashes the sound into an elated little laugh. “You don’t have to go so fast.”

And there’s the gaslighting.

You don’t slow, but he’s parted from you enough to give you the space to do what you need to do, unbuckling and unbuttoning and unzipping, all while keeping your eyes on his. You watch his expression cloud with something little less controlled. More sincere. Boyish. Then, you take your hands away, and his throat bobs. Nervous. He’s sweet, under it all. And so, so scared of showing it.

It’s a shame.

Maybe if you do this a few more times you could coax it out of him.

“You’re not gonna make me beg, are you Arataka?” You purr, watching a bead of sweat form and slip on his brow in the time it takes for you to be forward enough to call him by his first name. “After keeping me waiting this long?”

“H-how long?” Reigen chokes, barely audible. Then, he clears his throat. A second try, peppered with a cocky little smile. “How long.” He dips his face back into the crook of your neck, resuming his assault, picking a wise time to hide his face.

Your hand slips down the front of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his underwear, and his whole body jolts. “You tell me.”

It’s like he can’t get close enough, anchoring himself to you. He fumbles to reach you the same way, but the position is already awkward standing this close. Momentarily, he’s at your mercy. “I don’t know. A little above average? I’m not the kind of insecure guy who needs to brag about that kind of thing.”

He’s so full of shit.

You guide his cock out of his underwear. Nothing to be very impressed by. Below average, if you’re honest. Not particularly girthy, either, but there’s a pleasant upward bend you’re sure you could have fun with. A slick pearl of pre-cum forms on the slit when your thumb traces up his already tugging foreskin. He was ready to go before you even started touching him.

Who are you to deny yourself the enjoyment of watching him embarrass himself?

You take his hand, and he watches, transfixed as you spit into his palm before turning yourself to face the wall.

“That’s-...really gross. You should probably ask people before you do that sort of thing.” There’s a shudder in his voice as he chides you. A slick sound and a hollow inhale as he works your saliva over his cock. You ignore him. The quaver in his breath gives his excitement away, and you help shove down your pants just enough to grant him access.

Reigen struggles, of course he struggles to line himself up at first. He takes a moment to tilt his hips the right way, to tug at yours. When he sinks into you, it’s all the way, fingers bunching your shirt to push just a little further. Just to make a point of it.

He pauses like that, holding his breath, one hand cupped over his mouth as he cranes over your shoulder. Savouring the feeling as much as you are, you assume — at least before you feel his cock throb inside you, and his whole body goes stiff. A choked gasp almost makes it past Reigen’s palm, diaphragm quaking against your back.

He’s absolutely coming, and if you weren’t too proud you’d admit, the angle of his acceptable cock throbbing against one particular bundle of nerves almost has you dizzy yourself. Utter fluke. It has to be.

Reigen’s body slackens a little. The orgasm passes. In your periphery, just over your shoulder, he looks downright horrified.

“Did you just-“

“What? No.”

The mask is back on in an instant. Reigen’s hand joins the other at your hips. He pulls out halfway. Sinks back in. The slide is thick. Gathering around your entrance, smearing the crux of your thighs. God, even his balls are wet against your ass. Just how much did he nut?

It’s -…kind of hot.

“Are you used to your partners not lasting?” He asks. You look down, tempted to see if he’s managed to make a mess of your underwear, and the bastard’s fingers snap to your jaw, angling your face back up for a kiss. He’s desperate for you not to know. Fine. You’ll play along. “Eyes up.” He breathes against your lips, punctuating with a thrust before he settles into a rhythm in you. It’s adorable, the dominant act. You can’t wait to smush him like a bug. “I asked you a question.”

“Arataka.” You attempt, shocked to find yourself choking on the word as he keeps going, wise enough to know not to stray once he’s found a spot that you respond well to. “Fuck, I-“

“It’s okay, I know.”

Something awful and delicious shakes through you. That shouldn’t have had such an effect on you as it does. What’s this guy’s deal?

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have a damn clue. But he really goes the extra mile to convince you otherwise.

“You should — touch yourself.” Reigen grunts into your hair. “I don’t plan on finishing until you do.”

You wonder if that’s Reigen-talk for ’oh fuck I’m gonna blow again’. You wonder if you should take your time, just so you can find out.

Oh, but why would you ruin his good time? It doesn’t help that the idea of coming with him in you is a pretty enough thought that you’re doing what he tells you.

With only one free arm to cushion you against the wall while Reigen ruts into you, you manage to find enough space for the other to see to your own needs.

It’s humiliating, the sound that escapes you when your touch compliments his own. He must feel the same way when his breath hitches in-kind, groaning at the feeling of your own pleasure clenching around his cock.

“Keep talking.” You manage, burying your own face into the back of your hand. He’s too close. He’ll hear how much you’re actually enjoying this. He’ll see it on your face. “Keep talking to me, Arataka.”

“Fuck—“

Oh, of course he liked hearing that.

“I — I can’t —“ His words diminish to a whisper you’re not even sure you were supposed to hear. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do all this to you.”

You can’t, either. And yet, here you are. Raising onto your tippy-toes, rolling your hips back to angle him deeper as if his balls aren’t already swiping you with each thrust. Big mistake, you realise. His cock drags against something that has you shuddering, hurtling toward your own end. There’s no helping it. No helping you. Not when Reigen’s arm coils around your waist, pulling you so close that you can’t chase his movements anymore. The other locks over your chest in a desperate embrace. He’s barely pulling out before he’s ramming back into you now, nearly folded over you at this point. Something drapes against your shoulder, and god help you, you surrender your bracing arm to grab at it, letting your face squish against the wall without anything to cushion it.

Your fingers wrap tight around that stupid tie, keeping his chin hooked over your shoulder. A yelp slips out of him. A new pitch. Your core burns from the awkward posture, from exertion, from the delight of having him come so undone by you despite all his efforts.

It’s —

“I’m close.” You pant. “I’m close — I”m so close—“

His grip on you is suffocating. Fingers wrench at your shirt.

Reigen lets out something akin to a sob. “God, please — I’m so fucking crazy about you. Please, come, please, please—“

It hits you without mercy, tearing through you with a helpless whine. Were it not for being sandwiched right now, your trembling legs would give out beneath you. Instead, you’re held in place by Reigen’s desperate little ruts, unwittingly drawing your orgasm out each time his cock hits that spot again, muscles chasing the motions. Constricting around him, spurring him on.

You’re shaking when it passes, paled thoughts only brought back to coherency by the increasing pitch of Reigen’s breaths. Mouthed words evolve into a barely comprehensible muttering of ’oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit—‘ before he’s finally aware he has the green light.

“Where?” He pants, “Where do you want it? Can I finish inside?”

Is this guy for real?

You can’t even form a response. You’re too busy drooling against the wall, face smearing against the wet spot with every thrust.

Reigen seems to take no news as good news. As if he ever had a choice. The pitch in his breath reaches a crescendo, and with your last rational thought, your last ounce of strength, you yank his tie, hard. His posture curls around yours, clinging to you with a delectable sound. His cock throbs again, and your face squishes into the wall even more as Reigen’s own legs tremble, forcing him to brace his weight forward as he empties himself into you.

For a while, he catches his breath, still holding you to him. You feel his lips ghost over the back of your neck like he’s considering a kiss — but suddenly he finds it too bold a move. He shakily steps back, and all of a sudden he’s folded onto his knees with a tired grunt.

Left without your counterweight, you sink to the floor with him, leaving a snail-trail of saliva in your wake as you slide down the wall and settle down. Weakly, you flip onto your ass, still too dazed to bother with the clean-up just yet.

Across from you, Reigen gingerly feels through his jacket pocket. "Great. My pants are ruined. You wanna go halves at the coin laundry?" The sweat stains in his armpits almost reach his waist, and his business shirt is so damp it's near-translucent. He can’t take his eyes off the cum that seeps out of you, onto the floor.

“That was a lot.” He comments, clearing his throat. He finds that cigarette and tucks the box away without offering you one. “Wouldn’t be surprised if that was like, two loads worth.”

You squint at him. “Man, would you shut the fuck up?”

#reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 fanfic #as usual: if you see a typo no you didn't #reigen arataka x reader #vas fics

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Saw your NSFW alphabet post!

Uhh Denji(Csm), Reigen(ms100), and saitama(Opm) with the letters I, V, K, Y? If that’s not too much?

Also, can I be 🦑anon?

N$FW Alphabet Mini Event

So many 😍

(5/10)

Denji x Top!Male!Reader

Arataka Reigen x Top!Male!Reader

Saitama x Top!Male!Reader

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Denji| not romantic at all. He'll just be whining like a baby that he wanted to have sex with a girl, but he calms down after you threaten him with leaving him like that on his own.

Denji is new to sex, straight or gay sex, he just doesn't know much, so he lets you do everything while he complains or holds in his moans.

After the first few times, he starts to get more into it and craves your touch, he loves it when you hold him close and he gets to press his face on your chest, flat or not.

Reigen| very, very shy. He's a blushing, stuttering mess.

He constantly whimpers and hides his face from your intense gaze, he starts tearing up if you keep telling him you wanna see him and hear his moans, but in the end, with tears running down his red cheeks, he moves his hands away and squeals when you pin them to the sides of his head, watching him come undone under you.

If you let him go, he gets really clingy and doesn't want you to move away from him, he loves the feeling of your body on top of his, crying against your neck.

Saitama| okay, when you're trying to hint at him he's definitely clueless, he has no idea what you're trying to do and why you keep getting so close to him.

He doesn't realize that your lingering touches mean something else, so it's a little frustrating on your end, so once you let out an "I wanna make love to you!" he finally gets it.

Now you're seeing a side of Saitama you've never really seen.

He gets shy and flustered, which wake his body more sensitive.

However... I do hope you have a body of steel because he can't measure his strength when he's overwhelmed.

V= Volume (how loud they are? what sounds they make?)

Denji| loud. Really loud. Even if you're covering his mouth, he's still too loud.

He's not doing it on purpose though, the movement of your hips against his has him releasing such lewd moans and whines, and he doesn't care if you press his face further into the pillow to quiet him down.

Reigen| well, it's one or the other, he's loud or he's quiet, and it depends on how you're fucking him honestly.

He tends to get more vocal when he's just too horny and needy, but then he's shy and quiet when you've been indulging him, but if you want him to be louder, he'll be a little bit louder for you.

However, once he gets into it, you're gonna have to be mindful of where you are fucking, because he will not quiet down.

Saitama| rather quiet. It usually just breathy moans and gasps, but on the occasion you get him to release a loud moan, he'll instantly cover his mouth and look away, embarrassed that he let out such a loud sound, of course, you wanna hear him more so you purposely fuck him hard, just the way you know it'll make him uncover his mouth to hold onto you or grip the sheets.

K= Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

Denji| for some reason... I feel like he's into breeding, something about feeling your cum filling him up is enough to make him cum untouched.

Size kink is also something he's into, he just loves looking down and seeing your cock pressing against his abdomen, or just the sheer size of your body looming over his. May have been that longing for someone to protect him when he was a kid, but he feels safe when you hold him.

(He's still unsure himself about what kinks he has but he's willing to try anything)

Reigen| pet play, I don't make the rules.

At first, he would call you master or sir as a way to tease you, but the moment you held his face and called him "bunny" he melted.

Along to go with the play, we have feminization. Who wouldn't want to see Reigen in a sexy bunny girl costume, wearing a collar around his neck? I certainly wouldn't mind.

Oh! Orgasm control, he loves it when ton control when he can cum, if you let him cum at all, the way his body shivers as he cums makes his eyes roll back and his mind goes blank.

Saitama| even though he could easily free himself, he loves how vulnerable he feels when he's restrained.

Bondage is something Saitama enjoys, mainly because he can take any kind of pain you inflict onto him, but when he can't see you and you're just being so gentle makes his body tingle.

Power play, he likes to act as such a tough, strong guy, only to get his ass handed to him when you have him pinned down, fucking into him roughly.

Ooh~? Food play~? Something about licking chocolate syrup off your cock makes his body weak, and if you do the same thing to him? He's done for.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Denji| high. He's horny pretty much all the time, sometimes he gets touchy and clingy when you are having dinner/breakfast with Aki and Power.

Denji is pretty obvious when he honey and, even if those two know what you're gonna be doing, you'll rather have sex somewhere else, you find a love hotel nearby or just go to your house/apartment.

Denji just doesn't think he'll ever be able to get over how good sex with you feels.

Reigen| only when he's bored and has pretty much nothing to do, or if he's stressed and nothing helps him.

Those are usually the times when he's feeling horny, but anytime you are, he's willing to drop whatever he's doing to have you fuck him.

Saitama| never. You will not see Saitama actively trying to have sex or being horny at all, it is usually you who's the horny boyfriend.

Even so, you have to keep in mind that Saitama can go for a long time, he has too much stamina, and you are gonna have issues keeping up with him, so it's more of a "are you physically capable to keep up with him?" than just "I'm horny, wanna smash?" type of thing

#.🦑 anon #.lee's mini event.#denji x reader #denji x male reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x male reader #arataka reigen x reader #arataka reigen x male reader #mob psycho 100 x reader #mob psycho 100 x male reader #saitama x reader #saitama x male reader #one punch man x reader #one punch man x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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nishikiace · 8 months

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the demons woke up and possessed me to write this

sub! reigen arataka giving you a blowjob

Warnings: dubcon tw, top!male!reader, dom!reader - amab anatomy, rough / sloppy blowjobs, bukkake / facials, minor humiliation, dubcon - potentially unclear premise (assume its consensual)

[masterlist]

reigen stares at you from where he's eye-level with your spread thighs, face flushed and brows furrowed. the blood is rushing to your cock at the embarassed look he's giving it, fists clenching at his sides as he slowly shuffles forward on his knees.

"what are you waiting for?" you drawl.

his eyes clench shut for a second and you see his adam's apple tremble as he swallows, before steeling himself and moving to nuzzle at your inner thigh. he gasps quietly and slowly opens his mouth, tongue trailing onto your skin.

he's hesitant and his small lapping does not even touch your cock. you sigh audibly, impatient, and he snaps his eyes open to glare at you. his hands grab your thighs and he buries his face in your balls, tongue progressing into soft sucks and braver licks. he takes one in his mouth, rolling his tongue over and following the trail of spit down and onto the other. his eyes are half-lidded as he lightly sucks on it, tongue matching your twitching in his mouth. you swear and grab at his blonde hair roughly, bringing his head up by force to slap his face with your cock.

reigen opens his mouth to say something and you use that chance to thrust into his mouth. he coughs indignantly but knows better than to complain, once again licking up from the base to the head of your cock in a shaky movement. his wet lips circle around your head, applying soft suction. he presses deeper, mouth opening wider around your girth. with unsteady breaths from his nose, he tries sucking you and flicking his tongue on the glans, wet slurping sounds echoing in the office. he has sweat beading down his forehead and an increasingly dazed glint in his eyes. the hands gripping your thighs move up to stroke at your perineum and balls.

your hand in his hair tightens and you begin to slowly push his head down further, groaning at the feeling of his throat protesting and convulsing. reigen lets out a soft cry that vibrates your dick, attempting to back away and gagging around it when you don't relent. he whines and leans forward again to try take you down his throat with a slurp. slowly, his rhythm builds up with your hand guiding his head up and down. his mouth is stretched wide, drooling at the corners and eyes tearing up with every gag, airways blocked. spit and pre are dribbling all over his face and his hands are trembling on your balls.

he lets himself get used as you thrust harder and harder into his squelching throat, before you suddenly thrust in the entire length. he sobs and gags, hands reaching up to slap at your thighs and struggling to breathe with his nose buried into your pubic mound. he's wet with sweat and saliva and there's a bulge he's been hiding between his legs that soaked his suit trousers when you forced him down. you let his head off, cock popping out of his mouth and slapping wetly onto his flushed cheek before grabbing it and placing it at his slick lips.

"i'm not finished, arataka," you push forward, watching the bulge form in his throat again. "don't be selfish."

he gargles and stares up at you with pathetic eyes and drooling pink lips stretched taut. you hit the back of his throat, groaning when it tenses and squeezes around you, and give a few more deep thrusts into your choking boytoy.

the sight of his face so soaked in tears and spit, hair damp, throat bulging and shoulders trembling is enough, and you pull out of his airways with a loud squelch before aggressively stroking your cock over his face. ropes of cum splatter in his pale hair and eyelashes and across his swollen mouth and cheeks. he shudders at the humiliating feeling, looking down as you wipe off your cock on his lips before zipping yourself up.

"see you next week, arataka."

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normal-person-i-promise · 2 months

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chapped lips

short little thing to get back into writing after not doing it for five thousand years (5 months)

"Want a taste?" You ask in a teasing tone, capping the lip balm and pointing it in his general direction.

Your heart flutters when you see his cheeks flush, and he averts his gaze quickly.

"As if I want a taste of your horrible lip balm," he shoots back, a grin playing on his lips as he looks at you, his head turned to the side.

★ ★ ★

God, are your lips dry.

You rifle through your bag, pulling out the stick of lip balm and uncapping it.

The office is rather empty today — there haven't been any customers, so it's just been you and Arataka. He'd struck up a few simple conversations, nothing more than a little "how are you" and a small "weather's been nice".

It breaks your heart a little to see him so... Disinterested in you, his gaze transfixed on the window, the golden light of the setting sun making his eyes glimmer gold.

You bring the stick of lip balm to your mouth, pressing it to your lips and dragging it across them. It's scented (and flavoured!) vanilla, and you find your tongue darting out to lick the oily residue.

It's at this moment that you find that Arataka's watching you, his gaze fixed on your mouth, his eyes following your tongue as you run it across your lips.

You decide to tease him.

"Want a taste?" You ask in a teasing tone, capping the lip balm and pointing it in his general direction.

Your heart flutters when you see his cheeks flush, and he averts his gaze quickly.

"As if I want a taste of your horrible lip balm," he shoots back, a grin playing on his lips as he looks at you, his head turned to the side.

"I bet it tastes horrible. Just like you do."

You gasp dramatically, feigning offence.

"I do not taste horrible! How could you be so heartless?"

You're stifling giggles, fighting back a grin as Arataka just arches a brow at you.

God, he's so...

"I doubt that."

He's grinning wide, now, leaning forward on his desk, resting his chin in his hands, his elbows on the table.

You make a strangled noise, half faking and half actually surprised.

"I taste lovely, thank you very much!"

You shove the lip balm back into your bag and narrow your eyes at him. He snickers, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not going to believe you until you prove it."

It takes a moment for you to compute what he says before you get up from your chair, walking over to his desk and resting your hands on it, leaning your weight onto the wood.

"Is that a challenge?"

You lean in close to his face, staring right into those eyes of his. He narrows them in delight, grinning at you.

"I doubt you're brave enough."

Those are the last words Arataka manages to get out before you close the distance — you're almost lying down on the desk as you press your lips onto his. You feel him startle, surprised, but he's quick to kiss you right back. His eyes flutter shut as he sighs into you.

He's gentle with it, cupping your face in one hand and tangling his fingers in your hair with the other.

The kiss is clumsy and inexperienced, but when you pull away, your faces are both red and your bodies are both hot.

When he looks at you, his eyes are heavy with desire.

"You taste horrible, just as I thought," he remarks as he licks his lips, humming in thought as he cups his chin in a hand.

He grins, narrowing his eyes as he brings them back to look at you.

"I'll need another taste to make sure."

You sigh in fake annoyance.

"Fine, fine," you say, leaning on the desk and kissing him again.

This time, it's a lot better: he seems to have learnt from the previous kiss as he moves his lips to slot themselves comfortably against yours, his hand trailing down from your neck to the small of your back.

You can hear him bite back... Noises, as he grips your waist. He pulls you into him as he tilts his head to the side, pressing his mouth onto yours gently.

When you pull away, Arataka's hesitant to let you go, his hand gripping your upper arm, his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. His touch sends shivers down your spine as you sigh.

"Is that enough?" You ask, trying to make your voice sound annoyed, trying to keep it from sounding like a moan.

"Hmmm..."

He cups his chin in a hand, narrowing his eyes in thought.

"...Third time's the charm."

He gets up from his chair, dusting off his suit for a moment before snaking his hands behind your back, pressing your body up against to his as he dips you, kissing you again.

His hand travels up to your head, holding it in place as he deepens the kiss. You hear... Sounds, coming from him — loud ones at that — just as the door opens.

"...Shishou?"

Mob's confused voice breaks the intimate moment you and Arataka had been sharing.

He immediately pulls himself away from you, making you more than a little disappointed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Ah, yes, Mob—"

Arataka clears his throat, and you can almost feel his embarrassment.

...

It's quiet for a long while.

Mob just... Wordlessly takes his seat at the little table in the corner, not looking either of you in the eye.

Your gaze flickers from him to Arataka.

Continue this later?

You mouth, studying his face for a reaction.

He nods briskly.

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stupidlittlespirit · 3 months

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Good Boy

Rating: NSFW (very!), mdni Type: Longform Tags: webcam show, voyeurism, sex work, masturbation, female body described, one use of gendered language ('ma'am'), virgin!Reigen, pathetic!Reigen, Word count: 5797 My other works: here on tumblr and here on Ao3! Reigen finds your webcam show and proceeds to be a pervert.

“Should I send my boss a video of what I'm busy doing?” You ask, rocking your ass back and forth. The skirt lifts when you bend down and Reigen catches a peek of your underwear when you lean over a little more. You turn until your back is to the camera and then begin to lift the skirt higher and higher as you dance, tantalisingly slow.

Reigen squeezes the base of his cock and smirks to himself. “I wouldn't bother.”

He finds the video by complete accident.

Reigen is scrolling aimlessly through the feed of his favourite porn sites, rows upon rows of explicit content at his fingertips as he trolls through videos he's seen so many times before he has them practically memorised. They don't do anything for him anymore.

He's bored of the repetitive scenarios and over the top acting, and if he has to watch another shitty, stilted skit again he's going to stop jerking off for the rest of his life in protest.

Well. Maybe he won't go that far, but he's certainly fed up with the lack of excitement.

It's closing in on one 1AM on a Friday night and Reigen is spending yet another weekend all on his own. Serizawa is busy with school friends, Dimple isn't in the mood to find a host body for a night out and Mob is likely fast asleep. If he's honest, even Reigen knows how pathetic he'd look if he asked a kid to spend his afterschool time with him.

The only other person he has to ask out is you. You're the newest member of the team and even though you've been out with all of them a fair few times, tonight you'd dismissed his suggestions with the simple excuse of being busy.

You hadn't specified what you were going to be busy with, but Reigen supposes it isn't really any of his business. He can't deny his disappointment, though.

He'd hoped you might jump at the chance for one on one time with him, and whilst he stares at the screen of his computer, desperate for something to make him feel less lonesome, the sting of your rejection is only softened slightly by the alcohol he's had for dinner.

At his feet, there are several cans of chuhai. Every time he drinks alone in his apartment, he finds that he only has two options when no one wants to be around him. One: get so wasted that he passes out before he can think too much about his misery or two: jerk off to prevent himself from thinking about his misery.

Right now, Reigen is reasonably drunk, he's totally lonely, and most of all, he's horny. He supposes he may as well achieve both outcomes at once tonight. He isn't looking for anything in particular right now, just something that might take the edge off and help him sleep a little better. His expectations of finding anything particularly exciting are very low.

However, perched at his PC, shirtless and in his sweatpants, Reigen is starting to think it might be a waste of time. Nothing seems of interest to him. It's either too weird or too boring, and he wonders if he might be better off just calling it a night.

In a last ditch attempt, he switches from his typical porn site to a newer one. One he hasn't tried before. Usually he'd watch something pre-recorded, but he faintly remembers reading something on a forum somewhere about the newest trend of cam girls.

The post had detailed how viewers could make requests for a performer to do whatever they wanted, all live and in real-time, and he has to admit it sounds a lot more interesting than viewing the same video over and over.

He clicks the first link that pops up from his search.

The website is simplistic and once he's clicked through his verifications, Reigen begins to scan the rows of people on offer. There are women and men and everything in between, but every time he selects one, the performer seems bored and uninspired. Sometimes, they're not even there.

Reigen tries the second page. He's halfway down it, not really paying full attention anymore, when abruptly one of the little preview windows looks vaguely familiar.

Squinting, he leans in to get a better view to try and place where he's seen that room before. The decor in the thumbnail looks like a place he's seen before, but he can't quite put his finger on where.

Reigen clicks it and at first, he doesn't quite believe what he's seeing. That decor, the colour of the walls, the furniture…. It's your apartment. He knows because he's been there; he's crashed on that very floor after several messy nights out, right beside the cushy bed that the camera is centered on.

He's absolutely, definitely, a hundred percent sure that that's your room.

For a second, he worries that someone might have snuck into your apartment and hidden a spy camera amongst your things without your knowledge. It's not unheard of for creeps to conceal webcams in places to catch footage of unsuspecting victims and although Reigen likes his fair share of voyeuristic content, he would never watch something that wasn't clearly a purposely set up scenario.

He reaches for his cell phone where it rests besides his keyboard, fully intending to call you and make you aware, when suddenly you're walking into frame and sitting on the bed, dressed only in your underwear, some sheer stockings and a ridiculously tiny little skirt.

You shoot the camera a coy smile and offer a little wave. “Welcome back, everyone.”

Reigen's jaw drops open.

You're on his fucking porn site.

You. Of all people.

Stunned, he watches you shift so that you can lie down on your bed, lounging leisurely on top of a thick, comfy looking blanket that covers your bedspread.

The lighting is low and moody, but there's a clearly a softer source of light emanating from somewhere behind the camera to ensure your half naked body can be seen properly.

Music is playing gently in the background, and beside the bed is a small table, on which rests a small selection of intimidating looking sex toys. There are a couple of interesting looking dildos, a chunky vibrator, and a few bottles of oil or something similar.

He watches you lean forward slightly to apparently read something on screen, your eyes scanning back and forth. Your tits press against the fabric of your bra as you shuffle up where you're resting, leaning forward to fiddle with what he assumes is your computer.

Reigen’s throat suddenly feels very dry.

Barely five hours ago, you'd been wishing him a nice weekend as you'd left the office, heading off for home to spend the weekend doing something that didn't include him. When you'd told him that you'd been too busy to go for a drink with them, he hadn't thought much of it.

Perhaps you'd been lying. Perhaps the real reason you'd said no had been to go and do this....

Briefly, he wonders if he's seeing things. Perhaps the room is simply similar to yours and you're not really you at all. Just another person who looks exceptionally similar.

He decides he needs to make sure that what he's stumbled across is the truth and not an unbelievably accurate illusion.

Reigen reaches for his phone again. Your face is just out of frame now and he can't be 100% sure that it's really you, but he's certain that he needs to find out. To test his theory, he types out a simple text, something casual to ensure that you'll have no idea that he's watching, and waits to see what happens.

[Reigen] - Hey, are you busy?

On screen there's a buzzing sound. You twist into a kneeling position to reach behind you and his blood runs cold. There's no way that it's a coincidence your phone is going off right now.

As he watches you shuffle back up to sit closer to the camera again, your pretty face comes into view and so does your cell phone, head aloft like a trophy. No doubt about it: this is no look alike.

You study your phone, reading the text and then glancing over to look at your audience. "Oh," You say, holding your phone up with a cheeky grin. “It's my boss.”

Underneath the video screen, there's a chatbox that's scrolling along, ticking upwards with each new message that pings through, and you look away from your phone to check it.

Several new chats pop up at your announcement and Reigen somehow manages to tear his eyes away from you to see what's being said.

What does he want? asks one viewer.

You laugh, soft and amused. “He wants to know if I'm busy.”

Your voice is softer than Reigen used to hearing it; teasing and intimate in a way that does something funny to his insides. A few more messages spin up in the chat:

is he cute?

Do you like him?

Would you fuck him?

Reigen swallows hard.

It's not like he hasn't thought about it. He's considered it several times, actually. In great, vivid detail. When he can't find any decent porn to get off too, he often finds thoughts of you wandering into his mind. Reigen knows it’s weird and unethical, but if no one else is aware then it's not like anyone can be hurt by it.

He's harboured a crush on you since the moment you'd walked into the office to drop off your CV and he hasn't known peace since. Every time you bend over to pick up files, he sneaks a peek at your ass. Whenever you brush up against him in passing, he prays he doesn't get hard. It's a nightmare.

When he's alone and he's given up on finding an ethical source of arousal for the evening, he’ll think about you in your office wear, or your underwear, or sometimes in nothing at all.

He's always had to imagine what you might look like naked and for some reason, he's never been able to get the vision to seem quite right. With nothing to reference, it's hard to know beyond the silhouette hidden by your clothes.

Until now, anyway.

You're leaning in close to look at the chat messages again, your tits pressed up against the thin fabric of your bra. They jiggle nicely as you move and Reigen feels his cock stir in his sweatpants. He reaches for the half-empty can of chuhai beside his PC and takes a swig to soothe his dry mouth.

“Oh yeah,” you say, biting down your lower lip. “Very cute. I'd fuck him anytime.”

Reigen almost chokes on his mouthful of fruity alcohol, spluttering awkwardly.

You begin to run your fingers up between the valley of your breasts, reaching over to toy with the lace cups of your bra and dipping your fingertips underneath the material to brush against your nipples.

“He's got such a great ass,” you whisper to the camera, biting down on your lip to stifle a smile. “I check him out all the time but he never catches me. What do you think he'd do if he did?”

Reigen's breath hitches. His face feels red hot at your confession and he knows that he's probably bright red, but can't believe what he's hearing.

The chat bumps up several rows, filled with suggestions and fantasies:

He'd punish you.

Probably promote you lol.

I bet he'd fuck you in the office.

“He would,” Reigen groans out loud to his empty room. “You have no idea how much he would.”

He's had plenty of daydreams about that exact scenario; bending you over his desk when everyone else has gone home for the day or letting you ride him while he sits in his office chair, slow and sweet until he fills you up. The thought drives him insane.

Almost of its own accord, his hand slips down to palm at his dick. There's a steadily growing wet patch on the front of his pants as pre cum begins to gather at the head and the slick friction of the fabric there only arouses him more.

“Ah,” you gasp happily as you pinch one of your nipples. “I wish.”

After a few seconds of touching your tits, you trace your hand up towards your collarbone and run your fingertips along them, back and forth slowly. It's teasing, erotic almost, and Reigen imagines your delicate fingers on his own skin, tickling along the soft flesh of his thighs or clutching at his back.

He's still reeling at your admitted attraction to him. He knows there's a chance that you're only playing things up for the camera, but he's so hard and so turned on by the notion that you might be into him that he doesn't care how true it is right now.

Rather than worry too much about the legitimacy, he hooks his thumb into the waistband of his sweats without looking away from the screen and shuffles in his seat so that he can expose his cock fully.

He knows he shouldn't really be watching this. He isn't even sure why you're on this website; he pays much more than he used to and there's no way you're short for cash, so you're not moonlighting to make ends meet. Maybe you just enjoy it?

The idea thrills him and so does the knowledge that what he's doing is forbidden. Again, he supposes that if you have no clue that he's watching you right now then he can excuse his actions…. Right?

“It's so unprofessional,” You're almost whispering now, talking softly as your touch travels to different parts of your body. “But I think about it all the time.”

Reigen reaches for the small bottle of lube that sits in the corner of his desk while you talk, squeezing some out onto the fingers of one hand. He trails it around his dick slowly, ignoring the chill and covering himself until the skin is slick and wet.

The chat pings again, except this time there's the sound of coins dropping. A pink message appears:

[400 coins] Ass shake/Dance

Briefly, Reigen is confused. He has no idea what that means and his hand pauses to check the message. Next to it is a little cartoon coin, and he realises that you've been tipped money to do an activity.

You smile brightly, however, clearly pleased by the strange sound, and slowly you get up from your seat. “Thank you so much!” You giggle, blowing a kiss to the camera.

He watches you stand and fiddle with something that looks like a TV remote, and then the quiet music in the background becomes a little louder. You begin to sway your hips in time with the beat of the music, turning on the spot slowly.

“Should I send my boss a video of what I'm busy doing?” You ask, rocking your ass back and forth.

The skirt lifts when you bend down and Reigen catches a peek of your underwear when you lean over a little more. You turn until your back is to the camera and then begin to lift the skirt higher and higher as you dance, tantalisingly slow.

Reigen squeezes the base of his cock and smirks to himself. “I wouldn't bother.”

Your skirt recedes to reveal the bare skin of your ass. You're wearing lacy underwear that barely covers your pussy and Reigen groans at the sight, watching closely as you wiggle your hips until the fat of your ass wobbles deliciously.

He barely gets ten seconds worth of a look before you're moving back to sit on your bed, and he can't help the disappointment that rises in him.

With his free hand, Reigen takes a chance and bravely types out a message in chat:

[anon] - keep going

“Ah ahh,” you chastise, clearly reading the command he's sent through. “Tip to make requests, boys, you know the rules.”

Reigen isn’t sure what he's more turned on by; the business sense or your bossy attitude.

One handed, he swiftly clicks through on the link that auto generates in chat to make an account. He spares a thanks that modern technology allows him to keep his credit card info saved online and as soon as everything has gone through, he comes right back to your room.

The chat spits out a menu, triggered by the forbidden request, that clearly states an extensive menu of services. There are lots of options, and Reigen's mouth begins to salivate as he scrolls down the list. Whilst he's busy reading, another tip comes in from a different user:

[800 coins] - topless

“Oh,” you say, grinning as you reach for your bra straps. “Stepping things up, huh?”

Your comment makes Reigen look up again and his stomach flips when he realises what's about to happen.

Teasing, you thumb down each strap, letting them fall down to your sides. You reach behind yourself to undo the clasp and very gradually, you lower the pretty lingerie until finally, the lace falls away to expose your chest to the camera.

Reigen stares at the screen, mouth open, and his hand begins to stroke his cock. He's imagined seeing your naked chest more times than he can recall but his mind's eye is nothing in comparison to the real (or rather, virtual) thing. They're gorgeous. Perfect, in fact. He's not sure that he's ever seen anything better.

Embarrassed as he is to admit, Reigen has never actually seen anyone naked in real life. He's never even fucked another person, but he's seen his fair share of porn and none of those videos compare to you.

Every fantasy he's ever had has been completely imaginary and he doesn't dare make a move to find sex in real life; being an adult virgin is horribly embarrassing and he doesn't want to risk being laughed at. For now, he'll stick to his usual viewing habits.

“Fuck.” Reigen mutters, breath hitching. His hand works the length of his cock, fist tight and slick with lube, and on screen you're reaching up to play with your nipples again.

Enraptured by your image, he tightens his grip on the bottom of his dick every time you pinch yourself gently.

You take both tits in hand and squeeze them together, biting your lower lip and grinning as chat messages pour through. It's evident that you're enjoying yourself and it makes Reigen feel slightly less guilty for being a pervert.

The languid strokes of his cock become even slower while he types out the message he'd intended to send before, heart pounding in anticipation:

[950 coins] - remove skirt/underwear

The jingle of the tip plays and your eyes light up. “Oh,” you say, leaning forward to check the request. “You're new here.”

Momentarily, Reigen's hand pauses. His username is just a randomly generated set of numbers. There's no way you'd be able to tell his true identity from, yet he briefly panics that you might have rumbled him. He holds his breath for a second.

You nibble your lower lip and smile, but his cover isn't blown. “You guys are excited today, hm?” You laugh, getting up again and shifting the camera to ensure everyone can see what you're doing.

Carefully, you make a show of lifting up your skirt and undoing the side clasp before letting it fall to the floor with a soft thump. The panties you're wearing are tiny, yet they cover you well enough that it's hard to see much just yet. You give your ass a little shake again and bend over, spreading your legs.

Relieved, Reigen's hand begins to move again and without looking away, he shirks his sweatpants completely. His body feels hot all over and being constrained by his clothing feels unbearably uncomfortable. He kicks the trousers away from him and grins at your excited laughter.

“How's the view?” You ask, squeezing your ass gently.

“Perfect,” Reigen grunts, as though you can hear him.

You're reaching between your legs now, stroking your covered pussy up and down, and Reigen moans quietly. Chat messages are stacking up below your video screen, but he only has eyes for you right now.

Deliberately unhurried, you drag your hand back through your legs and take hold of the waistband of your panties. You pull the fabric down, down, down, slipping it over your round ass until finally you're baring yourself to the world in the most intimate way.

Wetness clings to your underwear when you tug it away and you're visibly aroused by the movement, making a soft sound of pleasure.

Reigen almost cums immediately. He grits his teeth and exhales sharply, letting go of his cock and willing himself not to finish early. It would be a shame to spend himself so soon and he wants nothing more than to spend all night staring into you.

“Like that?” You ask your audience, voice a little muffled now that you're turned away.

Several messages affirm that they do, in fact, like what they're seeing.

Reigen breathes heavily through his nose and rolls his chair closer to the monitor again. He takes a second to calm himself down, though he doesn't stop watching you wiggle your backside, and once he feels capable, he types out another request:

[1000 coins] - touch yourself

This time, he follows it up with a ‘please’ and you turn slightly to see what's happening.

You smirk and move back toward the bed, choosing to sit down and spread your legs this time. The view is still perfectly clear and Reigen finds that he likes this much better; he can see your pretty face, your tits and your wet pussy all at once. Hand firm on his dick, he starts to jerk off again.

“Do you like what you see?” You giggle, hand wandering southwards.

“Fuck, yeah I do.” Reigen groans, swiping his thumb over the head. The motion sends a shiver through his body and he fumbles with his free hand and keyboard to type out an affirmative answer.

You smile, coy, and stop your fingers just above your clit. “And what do we say when we want something?”

Reigen swears under his breath. He likes this; being forced to ask nicely and hope that he's given what he wants. He doesn't know why he enjoys it, but the idea of having to plead for your attention and his own release does something undeniable to his body, and he loves every second.

The flush on his face travels down his neck and burns the tips of his ears, spurred on by his myriad of emotions.

With one sweaty hand he types out:

please

touch yourself, please

The smile that comes to your face when you notice his message is positively wicked and your hand drops lower, gathering wetness. “I think you can ask even more nicely than that, can't you?”

He doesn't care that he's paid for a simple act. What he's getting right now is more arousing than anything he could have ever dreamt of receiving. The way his cock twitches in his hand suggests his body agrees. “Please.” Reigen whispers to his empty room, voice breaking. “Fuck, please, touch your fucking pussy for me.”

Panting and moaning with every stroke of his fist, Reigen shakily taps out another desperate response.

plsaase

pls

im begging u

It's obviously the right response because you do exactly as he asks: your fingers begin to brush over your clit and you gasp at the contact. Gently, you rub yourself in tiny circles. Your skin glistens in the light and even with the music playing, he can hear your moans and sighs when your touches speed up.

Reigen jerks himself off in time with your movements. His apartment fills with the wet, oily noises of his lubed up palm on his dick and his heavy breathing, broken only by his pathetic begging for more. “Oh god,” he whines, leaning forward in his seat to grip the edge of his desk. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He wants to ask for more, to see you get even more explicit, however he worries that if he lets go of his desk he might keel over. Fortunately for Reigen, another request pings in. This one goes even further.

The anonymous user tips a significant amount and much to Reigen's horny delight, asks you to use one of the larger sex toys on the table next to your bed.

A few minutes pass in which you continue to touch your clit and Reigen realises that you're getting caught up in this yourself. You're so lost in your own pleasure that you're too busy to see what your audience want.

It turns him on no end.

Eventually, you force yourself to pause and glance at the chat. There are a few annoyed messages about you ignoring them, but you pay them no mind, instead saying a breathless thank you to the new requester and reaching for a sizable, pink dildo. It's thick and decently long, and you hold it out for him to see properly.

“Should I use this one?” Your voice is fraying at the edges, strained from all your noise.

Oh yeah

Fuck yeah use it

Do it

You don't appear to need much encouragement and you sit back on your elbows, legs spreading even wider as you rub the head of the fake cock over your pussy.

Reigen imagines that instead of cool, false plastic, it's his dick that you're grinding your hips into. He pictures himself between your legs, gently slapping the swollen tip of his cock against the soft, wet folds of your cunt whilst you squirm and groan in pleasure. His moans are getting louder now, unrestrained and wrecked, and he knows he sounds like a girl but he can't find it in himself to give a fuck.

Again, he almost cums, but rather than let it happen he allows himself to get as close as he dares and then stops touching completely. He has plenty of time to draw this out; you haven't even put the dildo in yet.

You're still circling it around your hole slowly, grinning and chewing on your lip in anticipation of what's to, rather ironically, come.

Sweat trickles down Reigen's neck. He's over stimulated and unbearably turned on, body red hot and flushed. He reaches for his drink again and takes a quick gulp before picking right up where he left off.

“Wanna see me fuck myself?” You tease, peering at the message box.

Reigen is the only one who responds. He knows it's likely because every other person in here is too busy getting off to answer, yet he seizes the chance to catch your attention.

yes please

Your warm smile returns and he finds himself smiling too, enjoying the way your expression softens. “You're a sweetheart, aren't you?” You say fondly, sitting up a bit more.

Reigen grins and nods, even though he knows you can't see him. He dials up his politeness, practically gagging for your attention, and moves his hand down to stroke along the sides of his dick, teasing himself as he type:.

yes ma'am

Something changes in your gaze at his message, hot and intense, and you start to circle your clit again. “Ask me again.” You sigh happily. “Be a good boy.”

Reigen's brain almost short circuits at your comment. He moans again and tips his head back, hand working hard between his legs. “Oh, my god.” He chokes out, scrambling to answer via his keyboard. “Fuck, that's- say that again.”

please ma'am

pls fuck urself

ill do anything i swear

just call me that again

You're clearly entertained by his request. Even more so, you appear to be turned on by it. Slow and steady, you ease the dildo into yourself, keening loudly at the sensation yet still managing to fulfill Reigen's request.

“Good boy,” you breathe, smiling wide. “You're such a good boy for me.”

Reigen makes a humiliating noise. It's a mix of a moan and a sob, and he stops jerking his cock in favour of fucking his own hand instead. His hips buck forward wildly, uncontrollable and desperate, and he attempts to match the tempo in which you fuck yourself.

He watches in awe as you drive the dildo into your cunt, arousal dripping down the length of it and leaving it shiny and slick.

“Oh, fuck,” Reigen chokes out breathlessly, grinding into his fist like he's fucking you himself. “Don't stop, fuck, don't stop.”

His moans mix with yours on screen and if he could bear to close his eyes, he might imagine that this is what it feels like to be inside you. As it is, he can't bear to look anywhere but at you.

Your hand is moving quickly now, pumping the toy in and out while you rub your clit just as fast, crying out in pleasure.

Reigen's girly moans pick up in pitch and he begs you with everything he has: “Keep going, please, I-ha! You feel so good, so good, fuck!”

As though you can hear his pleas, you don't relent your movements. Your tits bounce with the force that you're fucking yourself with and you groan every time you hit a good spot.

It's obvious that you're no longer playing along with whatever your audience wants; You're lost in the sensation and Reigen is completely beside himself, right there with you.

His chair rocks and creaks underneath his moving weight and he scrunches up his bare toes against the wooden flooring to stay put, listening to you as you continue to encourage him.

“You're my good boy, aren't you?” You pant, eyes closed. “Touching yourself just like I asked….”

“Yeah,” Reigen whimpers. “I swear, just for you, whatever you want.”

“Fuck,” you sigh on screen, angling the toy. “Fuck.”

Reigen can barely breathe. He's sweating profusely, rivulets trickling down his brow and blurring his vision, and he can feel something tight and white hot coiling in his lower belly.

The pressure is building slowly, growing with every pass of his fist and every moan you make on his monitor, and his ability to speak unravels. He's babbling about anything and everything, eyes darting from your pussy to your face, and the feeling in his belly spikes.

“Oh, god, oh fuck,” he whines, long and low. “I'm gonna cum, I'm- please, let me cum!” His pathetic moans hitch and in their lull, he hears you speak a single word that sends him crashing over the edge:

“Reigen!”

You cry his name quietly, sweeter than a prayer, and shudder as you climax with him.

Unable to stop it, Reigen's orgasm hits him so hard he almost blacks out for a moment. He cums hard, spilling all over his fist and stomach, his toes curling and body convulsing with intense pleasure. He ducks his head and shouts something unintelligible, drool dripping down from his open mouth to mix with the mess on his hand.

The aftershock of his orgasm has him spasming in its wake, muscles twitching and cramping as he heaves for breath. Reigen releases his cock and slumps back in his chair, panting hard like he's run a marathon.

He's fairly confident that it might be the best orgasm he's ever had.

On screen, the music has stopped and there's only the sound of your laboured breathing filling the silence. You're panting hard, pussy spread by your toy, and you look wrecked. Your hair is a mess, your eyes are half-lidded, and underneath you the blanket is soaked.

Reigen wipes the sweat from his forehead with his clean hand and takes a few minutes to gather his bearings. He sees you remove the toy slowly and place it back on the bedside table before you sit back down, cross legged, on the bed. You avoid the wet patch, wrinkling your nose and flipping the blanket over to prevent yourself from sitting on it, and you pause to catch your breath. Your chest rises and falls rapidly for a minute, and he watches you catch your breath.

Clearly you're a seasoned professional however, because you go back to checking your chat messages only minutes later. Every user in the room is overjoyed with your performance and Reigen has to agree. He's never seen a porno anywhere near as sexy as what he just witnessed and he's not sure he ever will.

Reigen reaches over for the box of tissues next to his computer and carefully wipes up the mess on his hand. There's cum on the floor too and when he's confident that his jelly-like legs won't let him fall off the chair, he leans down to clean it up.

Once everything is less sticky, Reigen checks the chat. There are a good few messages pinging up and they make him smile, big and stupid, and more than a little smug:

Who is Reigen?

Fuck, he's a lucky guy

Wish I was him

Listening to you moan his name, watching your face whilst you'd fucked yourself silly, it's all imprinted on his brain forever.

He's still reeling over the fact that it was his name on your lips as you came. You've never shown interest in him like that, at least not to his knowledge, and if you've been getting yourself off to the thought of him anywhere near as much as he has to you, Reigen wonders if it might be worth catching a few more of these streams until he can find the courage to see if you might want to to go out sometime.

You're putting your lingerie back on when he looks back up to you again. There's a glow to you that only appears after a good fucking and Reigen's stomach summersaults. He knows that the small crush he has on you is going to snowball dramatically now.

He won't be able to look you in the eye again without thinking of the sounds you've made tonight. That being said, he’ll worry about how to deal with the awkwardness and the shame of spying on his subordinate once he's sober tomorrow morning. For now, he’ll enjoy the rest of his evening watching you.

You don't acknowledge the chat’s questions about who you're thinking of in your intimate throes, instead choosing to finish getting dressed and then grabbing your phone from where it sits at the end of your bed.

“Now I really should reply to my boss,” you tell the chat, leaning across the gap to click something with your mouse. “One second.”

The stream mutes and your fingers move back and forth over the phone keypad quickly. There's silence, and then Reigen's cell vibrates loudly. It scares the shit out of him and he snatches it up, staring at the screen.

Sorry. I was playing online. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?

Reigen grins and fires back the smartest reply he can think of.

[Reigen] - Don't wear yourself out ;)

On his monitor, he sees you laugh silently, head tipped back and smiling wide, and his heart skips a beat.

Tomorrow it is.

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arabaka · 2 years

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maedae-maedae · 2 years

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Did we...?

☆ Reigen Arataka x F!Reader

☆ Genre: Fluff and Smut

☆ Warnings: NSFW 18+, Alcohol

☆ Contents: Drunken confessions, Drunk foreplay, Dry humping, Lots of kisses, Sub!Reigen, Morning after, Sexual tension, Awkward tension, Romanic fluff, Co-workers

☆ Word Count: 7.8k

☆ Summary: It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Reigen, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And… The rest is a blur for right now.

When he wakes up the next morning and sees you next to him, he has to wonder...

☆ A/N: The new season being out gave me some inspiration. I love this sexy loser of a man. The morning after scenario is given to you before the actual drunken events, to keep some mystery going at first! But you can scroll down and read the night before first if you'd like. Also, I'm realizing this is my first smut I'm publicly sharing, so I hope it's alright! If it's well received, maybe I'll publish some other old ones I have in the drafts.

Hope you enjoy!

The morning after:

10:38am on a Saturday morning.

Light fights to shine through thick curtains that cover the windows. A wake up call, the start to another day of doing to same thing over and over again. Nothing new or exciting. Wake up, go to work, fight some evil spirit maybe, come home, eat, sleep, repeat.

These are Reigen’s thoughts as he starts to come back into consciousness. He fights the automatic reflex to open his eyes. Maybe he’d call out sick just this once, take a break. The thought crosses his mind, but he knows he can’t do that. Also, if he goes to work, at least that means he gets to see you. You would be in the office not long after he gets there, and he’d get to spend the day getting to talk with you, and sneaking little glances at you as you do your work (that he still can’t believe you came to him to do).

He finally starts to open his eyes, slowly, bringing up his hands to rub the grogginess from them.

That’s when he realizes this isn’t just another regular morning.

After wiping his eyes, his first thought is “this isn’t my ceiling”, as he stares up at the unfamiliar pattern. His eyes glance over at the night stand next to him. Not his.

Fuck. Where am I?

Suddenly memories of yesterday start to flood his mind, along with a headache, and just an overall shitty feeling.

Yesterday. He remembers now.

It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Him, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And…

The rest is a blur for right now.

He feels someone stir around a bit next to him.

Shit shit shit.

He wouldn’t have hooked up with some random person right? He’s literally never done that before so that doesn’t make any sense. His mind races. Then he thinks about you. He’d only want to do... that… with you. It’s possible, but there’s no way, right? You would never… you would never with… him… right?

His mind repeats this as he turns his head slowly to the other side. His eyes widen when they see your face, fast asleep. You looked angelic. His face goes red, mind goes blank. All he can think about for a moment is how gorgeous you look, until he remembers again the situation he’s in right now.

He brings a hand up to his mouth, his mind quiet for another moment.

Then it starts again.

No no no… we didn’t… last night… did we?!?! SERIOUSLY? But I can’t remember, I must’ve been seriously drunk. Was she drunk? Fuck, did I take advantage of her? Shit shit. She’s gonna hate me when she wakes up. What if she quits? What if she-

You make a slight noise in your sleep as you shuffle a bit, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts again. His body goes completely stiff.

Then he comes to another realization.

He lifts up his side of the covers a little, and confirms that he’s still wearing his suit. Most of it, at least. His coat is gone, but his shirt still on. Though, it’s mostly unbuttoned, barely coving his chest, and his tie is laying next to him. But his pants and socks are still on, and when he reaches his hand down, only the button on his pants is undone but they’re not unzipped. Why would he put his pants back on at all, if they were off, and why would he re-zip them?

He does this mental investigation for a bit, trying to figure it out. He starts to convince himself that maybe nothing happened, calming his anxiety about the situation.

He looks up at you again. He should check what you’re wearing too, that would be a real tell tale sign. But as he places his hand on the sheet to take a peek, he stops himself.

What if you are naked under the covers right now? What if he lifts up this blanket and you’re fully exposed to him?

He grips the blanket, his face turning red again. He cant do it.

Damn it reigen, you fucking loser. Just look. This is important. He thinks. But it’s possibly an invasion of privacy, right? I can’t. But if she is naked then that means we already…

His thoughts continue to race as he has this stupid inner debate with himself.

Right, I can just pull down the covers a little. At least see if she has a top on. I don’t have to see her whole body to find out! Is the conclusion he comes to.

When he does this, he finds what he was hoping for, but also something he wasn’t even expecting. You are indeed still wearing the dress from last night, to his momentary relief. However, there’s also a dark noticeable hickey placed on the right side of your neck.

His eyes practically pop out of his skull seeing it.

DID I DO THAT???

He continues to pull the blanket down, revealing THREE more smaller marks on your chest where the neck of the dress scooped down.

His mind actually recalls a few moments now, of the two of you making out. His hands all over you last night. Short erotic scenes play in his mind like a porn trailer. His face goes red and he turns to be on his back again, smacking his hands over his face in distress.

IM DONE FOR!!! IM GOING TO JAIL!

Okay, dramatic.

That’s when you start to stir awake. He jumps a little when he hears you take a deep inhale, and looks over to see if that means you’re waking up now. You stretch your arms out, rubbing your eyes as well to wake up. After blinking a little, your eyes meet his. If you were more awake right now, you might be able to read the slight panic on his face. He only makes eye contact with you for a few seconds before going back to facing the ceiling and draping his arms over his face.

“Good morning.” You say in a sleepy voice, blushing lightly. This was kinda awkward.

You’ll admit, you were a little confused at first when you saw him, but your memory of last night is clearer than his is, so you end up remembering what happened after a little bit. You assume he remembers as well, maybe not realizing he was actually much more drunk than you.

Relief washes over him when he hears your greeting, and you’re not bewildered like he was, or god forbid angry. He unintentionally lets out a sigh with this, and you watch him intently as he does. He won’t look at you.

“Are you… feeling okay?” You ask, still feeling awkward. You’re really not sure what to say after last night. It was really intense and you’re still flustered remembering it. You’re wondering how he’s feeling about it. But judging by his demeanor right now, you can’t imagine it’s good. Your stomach clenches with anxiety.

“Yeah… Yeah. I’m great just. Have a hangover..” He replies. He really cant bring himself to look at you in the eyes right now. And anyways, he thinks his eyes would just immediately go to the huge marks he left on you. Then he’d think about those memories again. And he already has an erection now. Shit.

Your stomach sinks, feeling terrible, as if you’re responsible for said hangover. You begin to sit up. “Oh, yeah! Of course. I can get you some medicine and something to eat. Just-“

“No no. I’m fine I-“ He uncovers his eyes to look at you finally. Bad idea. One of the dress straps hangs off your shoulder as you face him sitting up. It’s barely coving one of your boobs. His eyes go straight there, he can’t help it. He immediately whips he’s head over to look in a ridiculously far direction.

You blink a few times. He’s being weird. Even for him. You look down to where he had glanced and immediately blush, pulling the strap back up. That’s when you notice one of the marks that you hadn’t yet seen in daylight. Your eyes widen in surprise.

You both sit in silence for a few seconds.

You clear your throat. “Um. I’m gonna.. get you some uh… I’ll be back.” You say, and he hears you get up off the bed and leave the room.

Reigen immediately lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He sits up a little, taking a look around the room. It was small, but nicely kept and definitely your style. He rubs the back of his head.

Jeez. This is messy. He thinks. Considering the fact that the two of you have to work tomorrow. How was he going to talk to you about it? He couldn’t just leave and pretend nothing happened, though he kinda wanted to. But I mean. He cant believe he even got this far with you, even if he was drunk. He had no idea you felt the same. But his fear was that maybe you didn’t, maybe you just went along with it because you were drunk. People do crazy things when they’re drunk.

Meanwhile, you’re thinking the same thing. From your point of you, he seemed totally ashamed and regretful about the whole thing. Maybe Reigen was just feeling some type of way due to all of the alcohol, and in the heat of the moment decided to pursue you. Despite what he said to you that night, you never know. People do and say crazy things when they’re drunk.

When you walk back in with a tray, you see him staring out the window next to your bed, the curtain open now. When he looks at you he’s surprised you’re wearing different clothes now. You had changed out of your dress with some dry laundry you had in your living room, as to maybe make him less uncomfortable.

You place the tray on the bedside table, which holds six pieces of toast, some medicine, and two glasses of water.

“Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to..” He starts calmly, going to reach for the water. He seems to have relaxed a little.

“It’s okay, I needed to eat something too.” You say, grabbing a water and a piece of toast, and sitting next to him on the side of the bed.

You look down at your feet as you listen to him take a swig of water and gulp down some pills. Your hand grips the cup as you look at your reflection through it, and you can’t seem to bring yourself to eat yet. You’re still uneasy.

“Well,” Reigen starts suddenly, interrupting some thoughts you were having. “We got into some trouble last night, it seems.” He says, finally addressing it, trying to be passive about the whole thing.

“Yeah… really.” You agree.

There’s another silence.

“I’m really sorry, Reigen.” You apologize, to his surprise. “I shouldn’t have invited you in last night. I don’t want our work relationship to be weird now because of this, but I understand if you need to fire me to keep things-“

“Woah woah woah!” He interrupts. “I-it’s fine. I’m not gonna fire you. Why the hell would I do that?” He says, confused as to how you came to that conclusion.

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him again. “Really??? But… I mean we…”

“If anyone should be sorry here, it’s me. I mean I must’ve been really out of my mind last night.”

You frown. What does he mean by that?

“Seriously, I’m the man here so… If you were drunk as well and I agreed to stay over, then I must’ve been taking advantage of you. And that’s…” He looks away with a sense of shame, clenching his fist. “I’m a real asshole if that’s the case so. It should be your decision if you want to resign.” He states very matter of factly. Even though it's no ones fault really, since you both were pretty intoxicated and it was consented. But of course he feels he should take responsibility, when the consequences of a man using a woman in that way were far steeper than the other way around.

You take in what he’s saying for a moment. “Wait… what?” You look confused now when he glances back over at you. “Take advantage of me? Do you… Remember what happened last night?”

He laughs a little flatly. “Actually no, unfortunately. Mind filling me in?”

You just stare at him for a moment in disbelief. You hadn’t even considered that he might not remember.

“I mean I remember bits and pieces.. But it gets pretty blurry after we left the pub… Uh...” He meets eye contact with you after looking around a bit awkwardly. “By any chance did we end up uh… Yknow-“

“No.” You cut him off, reassuring him. “No we didn’t… Go all the way. If that’s what you were gonna ask.”

A wave of relief finally washes over him hearing this. Of course. Of course you didn’t.

You see his body physically relax. It kinda makes you a little sad, though you’re not sure why.

“You’re.. relieved.” You say, looking back at the cup in your hands.

“Of course I am. If I couldn’t remember doing something important like that with you for the first time, I would feel like a piece of shit.”

Your cheeks heat up at this, looking away from him. “That’s what you said… last night…” You respond quietly.

“Huh?”

“We um. We were gonna do it, but… You stopped me. You said you wanted to be sober… the first time you got to have me like that.” You inform him.

His cheeks heat up now. He said that? While he was drunk?

“I definitely would have had us going all the way if you hadn’t stopped me. I really wanted to…Um,” You hand fidgets with the cup. “Anyways. I’m sorry. If anything, I was the one responsible. I didn’t realize you were that drunk.”

And now his erection that had partially started to go away, is back again. From thinking about how that might’ve played out. The two of you about to have sex, but he stopped you even though you wanted it seemingly so bad. You… wanted him.

He brings his hand over the bottom half of his face and looks off again, lost in this thought. You really wanted him. He couldn’t believe it.

When he doesn’t answer you, you glance over at him, seeing him red and lost in thought. “Are you okay?” You ask cautiously.

“Okay…?” He still doesn’t look at you. “I…”

You brace for maybe some scolding. You’re still really not sure how he's taking this.

“I feel amazing.” Your eyes widen before he looks at you again. “We really almost went all the way… But it turns out I had the willpower, even drunk, to stop. Which is what I was worried I didn’t do. Not only that, but… You don’t feel like it was a mistake, right? What happened last night?”

“No, of course not! I mean.. I wish maybe we couldn’t have ended up like that sober like you said, but…” Your voice trails off, not sure what you were even gonna say after that.

There's a beat of silence.

“Well... We’re sober now, right?” He says suddenly.

The two of you just kind of stare at eachother. You feel your face get hotter when you realize what he’s implying.

“You… Want to do it right now?”

He scratches the back of his head and gives an embarrassed laugh. “Ah, sorry sorry! You’re right, maybe I’m jumping the gun still. I should probably take you on a date first.”

Your mouth turns up into a smile, and you let out a laugh. He relaxes again hearing this, smiling at you now.

“What’s so funny?” He asks teasingly.

Once you stop laughing, you stand up and walk closer to where he is. You place your water and toast back down. His heart beats a little faster when you sit down right next to his chest and bring your face in close. The two of you share an intimate gaze for a few moments, and Reigen glances at your lips for a split second. You slowly lean your face in closer to his, and you let him make the final move in to meet your lips, connecting the two of you again finally.

The kiss feels soft and gentle, not like any of the ones from yesterday. You keep it going for a while, and then pull back slowly. “You free today?” You ask, smiling.

“I can always be free, for you.” He responds easily, eyes lidded.

“Lets go on that date then~”

———————————————————————

Remembering last night:

It's midnight on a Friday.

You’re sitting across the table from Reigen, the two of you at a pub you can’t remember the name of. Laughter rings through the place, blending with other groups of people around you, the two of you having nonstop drunken banter.

You’d just come from Reigen's favorite soba place, where you had already had a couple drinks. Serizawa had offered to make sure Mob got home afterwards (but that man knew what he was doing). So now it was just the two of you.

You don’t think you’ve laughed this hard in a while, and you feel so happy right now you could just die. Your chin is propped up in your hand, the other holding a bottle, listening to the man in front of you babble on about his adorable nonsense. Watching Reigen with that big smile, waving his arms around, his face painted pink with a drunken glow. You could stay here forever and ever.

Or at least you thought.

Truthfully though, maybe you were a little careless with your drinking. The two of you kept the same pace with drinks, but Reigen's got just about as much tolerance as you of course, so you're both equally fucked up. But maybe it was something you ate then? Because you start to feel sick.

You don’t want to spoil the moment and tell him this, but you also don’t want to end up puking everywhere. So, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you do infact throw up into the toilet.

“Are you alright?” A women in the stall over asks you.

But then you’re laughing. You’re laughing and giggling and hiccing between each one. You probably sound insane, but you don’t care. Even throwing up, you just cant stop thinking about him, and how happy you are. You love your job. You love your life. It's all thanks to him.

“Um… ma’am?” The woman asks again, more concerned.

You assure her you’re alright. And when you’re feeling better again, you clean yourself up, take a piece of gum in your mouth, and walk back out like nothing happened! Perhaps you used to be a pretty consistent drinker when you were in college, so this isn’t new to you. You just wanted to get back to him as soon as possible.

Though, Reigen did have to wait for a little while, so by the time you’re back, his drink is finished, and his head is down on the table. You feel a little guilty, and you’re now more sober than you were before. So, you decided to pay for the bill while he’s got his head down.

When you walk back over, you kneel next to him and tap his shoulder.

“YEAH yeah im leaving soon! I jusgotta wait for my.. my….. She’s inthe bathroom.” He babbles, waving his hand around, but not bothering to look up. Someone must have come over to him while you were gone.

You giggle a little “Reigen, it’s me.” You inform him. His head immediately shoots up to look at you, and your eyes widen at his sudden energy.

“HEYY! You’re back! Woman of the houur!” He slurs.

You smile and take your bottle off the table. He watches your lips, somewhat mesmerized, as you put the bottle up to them and chug down the rest of it. Then you put your hand under his arm to help lift him to his feet. “Cmon, let’s get out of here! I think we stayed long enough.”

He just hums as he lets you help him up, happily leaned into you as you two stumble toward the door.

“Did I tell you how good you look inat dress?” He says into your ear as he continues to lean on you.

You blush, smiling, guiding him outside “Mhm..” you reply softly.

“I did???”

“Yeah. A few times.” You giggle.

“Oh. Well, shit.” He says, still smiling.

He pulls back from you to try to stand straight again, stumbling a little. You go to grab him to stop him from falling over, stumbling a little yourself. You both seemingly catch and steady eachother, then start laughing again. When your laugher dies down, his face is close to yours. You both end up just staring at eachother for a while, drunkenly lost in each others eyes. Like, literally it’s so obvious how you both feel for each other right now, but your minds are so foggy you still don’t notice it yet.

A car honks in the road and snaps you out of it. You clear your throat and move your head to look out into the street, but his eyes stay glued on you.

“Okay.. shouuuld I call you a taxi?” You offer, still not looking at him.

He furrows his brows a bit. “What about you?”

“I think I can walk from here. Myyy apartment is likeee…” you put your finger on your lips. “Overrr there! Like right there.” You point vaguely in one direction, turning back to him with a smile.

“Mmmm yeah no.” He says. “If I’m taking a taxi, yourre not walking home alone.” He pulls out his phone to call both of you a taxi.

“Okay byeeee!! See you tomorrow!” You call out, and he looks up to realize you’re already running off in the direction you had pointed to.

“H-hey!” He shouts, not hesitating to start running after you.

Though you’re both running pretty slow, not like you can run at full speed with how intoxicated you are, you’re both going the same speed so you stay ahead of him for a while. It’s more like a playful chase after a minute as he calls out for you, smiling and scolding you for not letting him call you a taxi.

Finally, after a couple minutes he catches up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey! You shhouldnt make a.. drunguy run liike.. thaat.” He slurs, breathing a little heavy.

“We’re here!” You say smiling.

“Huh?”

“This issmy apartment.” You inform him, starting to fish for your key from your purse.

“Ohhh… It really was close, huh?” He mumbles, just gazing up at the building.

You find the key and hold it up victoriously like it was a huge accomplishment. Reigen stifles a laugh.

There’s a bit of an awkward silence after.

“Do you uhh… Need help up the stairs?” He offers, as if he would be the one to HELP you up the stairs right now.

You turn to look at him and give him a knowing smile that he can’t really read. He’s just thinking about how pretty you are with rosy cheeks in the moonlight. A cheesy thought he tells himself he wouldn’t be having sober. He really doesn’t want to go home suddenly.

But you say “Sure” anyways to his offer, because you didn’t want him to leave either. And maybe that’s why you refused the taxi and made him chase you here. Maybe you thought that if you had gone with him in a taxi, you’d have no excuse to have him stay over. Or maybe you just didn’t want him to pay for your taxi. Who knows. You wont admit it.

So then you two are stumbling up the stairs together. His arm is under yours now, acting like he’s helping, but really you think you’re keeping him steady as well. It’s only one flight of stairs though before you’re standing at your front door.

You turn to look up at him and he swallows hard, not making eye contact.

Should he ask? No, no way. You would absolutely turn him down. Plus, he’s your boss. If he asks you it’d be a little inappropriate right?

He decides in his brain that he’ll just head home, accepting it.

“Well! (Y/n)!” He says a little too loudly, smacking his hands onto your shoulders. “It’s been fun! Thank you forr drinking with me tonight. I cant quite think of anyone else I’d want to have um. Drank with.” He tries to say professionally with his whole business persona, suddenly trying to hide his intoxication as well as he can.

You smile. “Are youuu going home?”

“Well I can’t imagine I'd be going anywhere else.” He says jokingly, smiling back at you.

“Reigen, do you want to stay over?” You offer sweetly, which totally catches him off-guard.

His professional demeanor leaves him as suddenly as it came. His hands drop off your shoulders. “H-huh? Why?” He stutters without thinking.

“Mmm…” You look down at your shoes to hide your blushing from him. “I just thought maybe, your feet hurt from running. Anddd it’ll be hard to call a taxi at this time of night, so. I mean I don’t mind..” You start rambling your words.

God you’re adorable. He thinks with wide eyes as he watches you. You really wanted him to stay over, so much that you’re saying every reason you can think of! How could he turn you down?

“Okay.” He agrees with one word, and you look back up at him a little surprised. You stare into his eyes and he swears you do something to him that no one ever has before. He’s never felt this way. He wants you so bad he can’t even believe it himself. A sudden neediness washes over him.

So you let him in, and you help him take his coat off after you close the door. Your every touch makes him shiver now and he can’t think of anything to say, he just lets you do whatever.

You lead him over to the kitchen where you pour the both of you a glass of water. He's glancing around, examining the place you live everyday, until you hand him his glass. You both lean on the kitchen counter, chugging water in silence.

“How you feelin?” You ask, sounding exhausted yourself.

“Honestly? Like shiit.” He says plainly, not looking at you. He’s been staring off for a while now.

“Do you gotsto use the bathroom? It’s down the hall.” You offer, leaning your head onto the palm of your hand.

“Not cus of the alcohol.” He admits.

Confused, you tilt your head more. “Hm?”

There’s no response. After a few moments, you lay the back of your head on the counter and move over a little so that your face is under his chin, your body bent over in a weird way. “What you thinkin?”

He looks down at you with an intense, almost lustful look that you certainly weren’t ready for. Suddenly you get very flustered.

To tell the truth, your heart has been racing this whole time. You’ve been trying not to make it obvious how badly you want him. You’re not usually a horny drunk, but as soon as you were out of the pub building, feeling his body on you and his breath on your neck. God. You just had to have him. You didn’t think he’d actually end up in your apartment though, and you’re not quite sure what to do from here. You were trying not to make things awkward but…

Reigen looks back up and you have to calm down for a second from that intense eye contact. He broke it because he couldn’t keep holding it either. His thoughts keep wondering. The opportunities he never thought he'd be good enough to receive, but here he is. The two of you alone, hazy, standing in a dark kitchen, the night still young. But he had to be sure you wanted this too. That you were having the same thoughts when you invited your drunken boss inside.

You stand back up straight and watch him. He looks really deep in thought, still.

“Hey.” You place your hand on his shoulder, letting it fall down a bit to caress his arm. It sends another shiver though him. “Tell me what’s up.” You insist.

He now stands up straight and moves in close to you, certainly too close to be professional at all. Your bodies are maybe an inch from touching. Your eyes stare straight at his lips as he speaks, shocked at the sudden close proximity.

“(Y/n), I’m about to do something I think I might regret, and I need you to stop me if you don’t want me to do it, okay?”

Your heart is beating a million times faster now. You feel like you’re frozen in place, you can’t breathe, because you somehow already know what’s about to happen.

When you don’t answer, he places a hand on your chin and pushes your face up to look at him. “Okay?” He repeats.

You nod attentively, and you both mirror the same lustful, longing look now.

Not another second goes by before your lips are connected. You’re not even sure who leaned in first, and you don’t really care either. Your lips push against eachother with way too much eagerness. You grab his tie to yank him closer, and both his hands reach up to grasp your face. I mean really, it’s like you’d been holding this back for years.

One of his hands reaches down to grab onto your hip, using the hold to push you backwards against the counter. His body presses against yours, and you can feel his erection already. Your tongues tangle and untangle in this extremely passionate makeout that you’d both been wanting for so long.

You reach a hand up the back of his neck and grab a handful of his hair, which pulls a slight moan out of him against your lips. Hearing his noises causes you to follow suit and do the same, the two of you starting to voice erotic groans and moans against eachother every few seconds. They echo through the empty, silent apartment.

The sounds tip you over the edge. You cant wait anymore. You need him. Now.

You finally pull back from him, breathless, and you pause for a second to stare at your leftover lipstick smudged a bit on his lips. And god, the way he just looks so whipped right now. He’s breathing heavy against your face, eyes lidded, totally entranced by you. It turns you on like crazy.

He goes to lean in, desperate to connect the two of you again. You grant him this and lean in to meet him once again, but you also slip out of his firm grasp that was pinning you against the counter, now pushing his chest to lead him backwards down the hallway.

He lets you push him easily, stumbling back as the two of you continue to kiss intensely. You start undoing his shirt before you even walk through the door, and his hands desperately explore your body.

When you get in, you practically shove him onto the bed. He adjusts himself a little before you climb on and straddle his hips, and his eyes never leave you. He watches you, mesmerized, as you move your hair out of your face before leaning down to continue kissing him again. But this time, the kiss is slower, more erotic as you sensually mix your tongues together. Your hands caress his exposed chest, feeling his shaky breathing. You kiss and pull back and kiss again, letting out a breathy exhale everytime. It's driving him crazy. He palms at your thighs and your ass like he's eager to feel every part of you.

You can feel his erection through his pants again as you lower your full weight down onto him, the warmth and twitching against you making you more wet than you already were. You start to drag your hips back and forth, rubbing against him. He lets out an embarrassingly needy moan this time, louder than before. He can feel you smile against his lips before you start to pull back again.

“D-don’t even.” He warns before you can even say anything. The first thing he’s said since this started.

There's a sort of smug look on your face. “Soo sensitive...” You lean down to his ear, bringing your voice low. “I think it's so sexy when you moan like that for me.” You tease, and lean down to start kissing his neck.

His breath hitches and he lets out another moan. Holy shit.

He’s starting to realize how much you’ve been making him feel good this whole time. And you’re being so dominant, which he wasn’t totally expecting, but is enjoying every second. He cant tell if it’s the alcohol, or if this is how you always are. But he cant believe this is actually happening, that he gets to have you like this, and with his fogginess right now, it feels like…

“Fuck… Am I dreaming right now?” He says his thoughts out loud as he drags his hand through his hair. His chest rises and lowers as he breaths heavily. You laugh a little at this, the sound vibrating against his skin.

“Do you wanna be?” You ask, pulling back again, but only enough for your noses to barely be touching, your hair hanging over his face.

“What? No, of course not.” He answers, like it was the easiest question he’d ever gotten. Though, he’s pretty sure he’s had plenty of dreams about you just like this.

“We might not remember in the morning.. We could do whatever we want..” You entice him, tracing a finger around his chest, implying that you didn’t have to worry about anything else right now. Like the fact that you’re working together, and this may make things awkward depending how the morning goes. Honestly you don’t know how drunk you are at this point, the lust mixed with whatever was left from the pub was making it feel like you were on cloud 9. You could remember nothing tomorrow, or everything.

“Mm… yeah…” He frowns a bit. You start to place gentle kisses on his face to try and relax him again.

“It’s okayyy, don’t worry about tomorrow.” You softly reassure him between kisses, though you’re not really sure what for. You can just sense a different vibe from him now. You think maybe he got anxious thinking about what comes after this.

He suddenly decides to sit up, pushing you up to be sitting on his lap, and immediately kissing you again. His hands stay grasping your hips and he begins to place kisses on you now, moving from your ear down to your neck. You gasp a bit at first and giggle lightly as he continues down, holding his shoulders.

“I’ve- Always wanted- To do this with you- Yknow?” He speaks between kisses. The genuine confession makes you blush, starting to lose a bit of your cockiness from before.

He then chooses a spot on your neck and starts to suck on the area, biting it and dragging his tongue across the one spot. You gasp and moan at the sudden pleasure it gives you.

“M-me too.” You push out, breathless.

He starts to massage into your thighs with his thumbs, furthering your pleasure. You decide to start rubbing against him again, needing the friction as you ached for him already.

He lets out a deep groan against your skin. “Fuck.” He starts kissing you again, moving down to your breasts. Your dress was still on, but the neck hanged quite low, showing a lot of cleavage. He had to try all day not to drag his eyes down to this area, to stay respectful. Now he’s getting to kiss them and caress them. It was almost funny, he can’t believe it’s real.

He starts leaving hickeys on the bare exposed areas of your chest. You moan and whine as you continue to dry hump against him. His hands wonder your body, eventually finding their way back to you ass and dragging up the hem of your dress so that your panties are showing. You think he’s going to start taking your dress off, but he doesn’t. After he’s left a few marks on you, he pulls your lips back to his again.

As you continue dragging on him at a steady pace, he starts trying to rub against you harder, like he feels as desperate for you right now as you do for him. He’s either pushing your hips down or bucking his hips up, and his groans sound needy. The longer you go, the more he sounds like he's about to reach his limit. Did he want to get off just from dry humping?

You can't lie, you wanted all of him already, it was driving you insane. This wasn't enough for you to finish, but it was hard to bring yourself to stop, as you listen to his noises. It was addicting, hearing him like this, it made your mind fuzzy with lust. Seeing him be so sensitive just from this though, made you so curious how he would sound going all the way, with your walls fully wrapped around his length. How overstimulated would he get?

You finally stop moving for a moment and push back from the kiss only so you’re a few centimeters away again. He lets out a groan as you stop everything altogether. “Reigen… I need you inside me.” You confess, voice low.

He swallows, keeping dazed eye contact with you as he breathes heavily. You try to search his eyes for any sign to stop or continue, but you don’t know what he’s thinking.

He hasn’t really tried to take anything off you yet. It’s like the foreplay has kind of plateaued, but yet he was grabbing at you and moaning for you, looking at you like he couldn’t wait anymore. Was he waiting for you to initiate it?

Then he nods, which confuses you a bit. Why was he so unsure? Was it his first time or something? There’s no way.

Nonetheless, he gave you consent. “Stop me if you don't wan it, okay?” You say, mimicking what he said to you before this all began. He nods again, still giving you a lustful, obedient look.

God he’s cute.

You connect your lips again, letting you get back into the rhythm before continuing. You reach your hand down and start to palm at the buldge in his dresspants. It twitches against your hand as you start rubbing and massaging it. You can feel a bit of precum leaking through as well. He whines into your mouth as you make him feel good. You can’t believe how submissive he is. You figured maybe he would be, you can’t lie and say you’ve never considered it. But really, it’s so intoxicating.

After palming him for a bit as a warm up, your hand finally moves up to look for the top button. You find it and undo it, moving to the zipper next and then-

He pulls back from you. “Wait!” He breathes out, surprising you. You immediately stop what you’re doing and look at him.

“I… Um…” He stutters, blushing and still catching his breath.

“Wha is it?” You ask gently, tilting your head, moving your hands away from his zipper now, placing them on his shoulders.

You’re concerned why he looks so nervous, and consider that maybe your virgin theory earlier was right?

“I just… Sorry I-“ His head spins as he trys to voice his thoughts.

“You don have to be sorry. Iss okay if you don’t wanta do it.” You assure him, slurring your words.

“Noo, I do! I do!” He retaliates quickly, shaking his head. “I-It’s just uh…”

You wait for him to explain, watching him glance around a bit.

“Reigen… Are you a virgin?” You finally ask, letting your invasive thoughts win, completely throwing him off.

“WHAT?! O-Of course not!! I’m 28!” He defends, hurt that you think he’d be so game-less. Though, it has been a really long time since he’s slept with someone.

“There's nothin wrong with it! I understand if you-“

“I'm not a virgin! End of story.” He repeats firmly, and you put your hands up in defense, smiling a little.

He scoffs “Jeez… I’m tryin ta be vulnerable here and you’re cracking jokes.”

You laugh. “Alright, alright! Jus tell me.”

It’s silent for a bit then, and you just wait for his response now.

“(Y/n)… I really like you.” He starts, and your eyes widen a little. “Like, I REALLY like you a lot. This isn’t just the alcohol talking. It’s allll Reigen. I’ve wanted you like this since the first day I met you.”

You were not expecting a confession right now, you’re so caught off-guard you can’t think of anything to do than just stare at him in surprise. He doesn’t move at all saying this to you either, the two of you just sit in stillness.

He rambles on. “But I also wantt you in other ways... An I mean I might as well tell you if we’ll wake up with foggy memory tomorrow, but I been thinking about how I should ask you out for a while now. And well…” He looks around a bit. “This isn’t how I pictured it.”

Your heart flutters, your cheeks heating up.

“And it’s not like I’m not enjoying this I mean, fuck. This is everything I ever dreamed of, but…” He looks back into your eyes again. “I guess what I’m saying is… When we have sex, I want to be able to remember it. I wanna have you for the first time with the both of us completely sober. If we start our relationship off like this then it just feels..."

“I understand.” You finish for him, giving him a soft smile. His confession really moves you, shifting the mood completely to one thats more soft.

“Seriously, like, this is really really hard for me to turn this down! I mean I want go all night with you like this right now honestly I've never felt this fucking good iin my life. It just.. doesn feel right. Like tomorrow I think I mihght feel...-” He continues to ramble to explain himself, though you’ve already made up your mind as well. He’s totally right.

“No, I get it. You’re right. I want to be sober when we do it for the first time too.” You assure him. He smiles back at you, letting out a small breath of relief.

You lean into his ear again. “And I wanna be able to remember clearly all the cute noises you make when I make you feel good.” You add on, teasing him, moving to place a kiss on his cheek.

He blushes as a shiver runs down his spine. His dick twitches against your thigh, to your amusement. “Alrightt… Don make me change my mind now.” He says jokingly, bringing your face close like he's scolding you. You laugh. But he also means it. You’re really such a sweet temptation, it's a miracle he turned you down, especially this drunk. He almost just said fuck it and let his pleasure take over. But you are really special to him, something came over him. He doesn’t want this to feel like some shameful hookup tomorrow. If you hadn’t even mentioned tomorrow, he might’ve just mindlessly gone through with anything you wanted to do. He was ready to follow your lead. But he knew that you’d probably regret it tomorrow as well, and he should feel responsible, being the man and your literal boss.

You pull him into an embrace, and he does so back, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I louve you.” You mumble, the words spilling without even thinking about it. His eyes open wide at the very real confession from you, seeming even more intense than his. It’s a phrase neither of you should be ready to say yet, but just sort of slipped out in your drunken, now exhausted haze. Since the lust all wore off suddenly, you immediately flipped the switch and are now feeling all the drowsiness you'd been pushing off.

After a while of staying like this, you think you're just gonna fall asleep on his shoulder like this. You're just about to fall out of consciousness when you hear Reigen's stomach make a noise, alerting you for a moment.

“I…” He stirs a bit against you. “Shit. I feel liike I’m gonna hurl.”

Your eyes open, immediately pushing backwards from his chest to get a look at him. He DOES look like he’s about to hurl. It must’ve finally caught up to him.

“O-Okay leht me get you a trash can!” You panic a little, not wanting him to puke on your… anything, preferably. As you sleepily stumble around the room trying to find it, Reigen stands, only making his nausea worse.

He gags, and you turn to him with a look of horror.

“BATHROOM!!” You shout, getting behind him to push him there. He just barely makes it to the toilet, but manages to get it all out inside the bowl. You take a big sigh of relief.

You rub his back for a minute or two, and you’re reminded of when you used to do this for your girl friends. It’s kinda funny.

But then he assures you that he’ll be fine and that you should get to bed, once he sees you dozing off while squatting next to him.

You nod and do so, planting a kiss on his head before you leave him be. When he gets back to the room, feeling better now, he sees you already under the covers fast asleep. He climbs in next to you, turning to gaze at you for a little while, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

“I love you too yknow…” he says, though he knows you’re no longer conscious to hear it.

Whatever. He’ll tell you soon.

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Cameras | Reigen Arataka x fem!model!Reader

plot. The last thing you expected when you entered the office of Reigen Arataka, was to be head over heels for him. Reigen can't seem to believe it himself when Dimple points out that the beautiful model who came in his office for help is, in fact, flirting her way towards him. It's your first time chasing a man and not the other way around, and it's so much fun.

fandom. mob psycho 100

word count. 2.2k

tags. fem!reader, reader is a model, flirting, seducing, awkwardness, suggestive tones, implied sexual reference, oblivious Reigen Arataka, photoshoots, smoking, wingman Dimple.

part. 1/2

An elegant smile softly spread across your face, your hands touching your soft hair with delicacy, your legs crossed under the wooden desk. And, hard to ignore, your foot moving slowly in a circling motion. Your classy composure hides your real emotions so well, you're a woman of style. But, in reality, you're completely losing it.

Shit, he's handsome.

The blond man sitting in front of you is explaining his parcels and exorcism plans as he moves his hands left and right. He looks serious, professional, and focused. His name is Reigen Arataka, or The Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century. You didn't know anything about him until twenty minutes earlier, when you entered his office.

You work as a photo model in a well known modeling agency in Seasoning City. You recently started catwalks, but you're mainly featured on local fashion magazines covers and billboard signs across the city. Your career is going well, except for this feeling that you just can't shake off. In the last few months, every time you pose for a picture you feel a haunting presence weighing on your shoulders. It's like a cold, gloomy breeze. It didn't stop you from getting your work done, but it was more energy consuming than it should be. You didn't believe in ghosts, to be clear. But your friends suggested you call a psychic, and so you did. You chose the cheapest in town, just to give it a try. But nothing could have prepared you for this situation.

«So, considering the context, I think the best exorcism plan is the second in my list, miss»

You snap back to reality and quickly realize that you didn't listen to a single word he said. Too busy staring at the smooth gestures of his hands. You have to play it cool.

«How about you come with me to my next shooting? I have to get there in 30 minutes. Maybe you can take care of the problem on the spot. I'll be glad to pose for you if it can help, Reigen-san» you smile, resting your chin on your open palm.

It's weird. Usually men were the ones who chased you, and fell for you right on the spot. This is your first time being head over heels for a man, and at first sight too. You can't exactly pin point what it is that makes you twirl your hair around your index, and smile so intently. Maybe his ginger hair, or the way he articulates words. Or his grey suit and eccentric pink tie, and charismatic smile.

The man exudes sex. In sort of a pathetic, sketchy way.

«Fine by me» Reigen replies.

You clap your hands together and spark him a shiny smile «Great! Let's go then!»

As you go ahead to bring your car in front of the building, Reigen closes the office. Mob is at school and no clients are expected to come for the next few hours.

The conman trots down the stairs quickly so that he can go wait for you outside the building. But he feels a presence floating behind him.

«Oi, Reigen»

Reigen turns around and grumbles as his gaze meets a familiar green cloud.

«What, Dimple»

«That lady is most certainly hitting on you»

Reigen almost trips down the stairs. He quickly recollects himself as he stops in the middle of the stairwell.

«That's not true»

«Pff» the spirit spits «it's so obvious»

Reigen descends the stairs again, the sound of his shoes stomping on the floor booming in the echoey building.

«It's not obvious because she's not hitting on me! You're just saying it to make fun of me»

The green spirit floats backwards, in front of Reigen's face. He looks dead serious.

«Look man, I would never use such a poor excuse for a joke. I mean, a knockout of a model hitting on you? That would be too unrealistic!»

Reigen rolls his eyes and just keeps going, trying to ignore Dimple.

The latter agitates a little green arm in front of his face «Hellooo? She was literally eating you up with her preying eyes! Basically giggling and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl! And what about the "I'll be glad to pose for you~"»

Dimple channeled his most feminine, high-pitched voice to say that. Green little hands intertwined, eyes glittering and lashes fluttering. It pisses Reigen off.

«Miss (Y/N) is not hitting on me. And even if she were, obviously in a very parallel and distant world, I would never get my way with her. She's my client, and I'm a professional»

«Whatever you say dude...I warned you»

Dimple didn't pop out until later on, when you and Reigen get to your modeling agency. Everything is ready for today's photoshoot: lights, cameras, setting. As Reigen wanders around pretending to scan for spirits, you're approached by your publicist, Haru.

«Is he the male stripper we rented for Sakura's birthday?» she asks, pointing a finger towards Reigen.

«What? No! That's the psychic you suggested I call!» you exclaim.

«Oooh! Is he here to help you exorcise that spirit?»

«We don't know if there's a spirit yet, but he's here to help me out»

«And how are things going?»

«I want to sleep with him»

«(Y/N)!»

«I'm sorry, I can't help it!»

«Okay, I'll reschedule your Christmas jumpers shooting for next week. No big deal even if we don't do it today. Now go put some lingerie on»

«I love you so much, dearie»

In the end, there really was a spirit giving you a hard time during shootings. Or, to be specific, a curse. Dimple was able to detect it in no time, a cloud of gloomy, red smoke hovering over your shoulders. He absorbed it completely and you immediately felt the pressure on your back being released. Your pics came out perfect, flawless. You even put some extra work with that lingerie since you had a guest. And you did catch his brown eyes getting lost in the fabric of your garments, not without a sprinkle of guilt. It was a sight you yearned from men. Seeing them guilty for how mesmerized they are. But Reigen was dense. All afternoon you sent many hints that you, in fact, were flirting with him, but he didn't catch them. You still have time. Of course you have no idea that the one to get rid of the curse was Dimple, Reigen played it out as if he was the one doing all the magic. Dimple got accustomed to it.

«Thank you so much, Reigen-san» you smile, stunning as always. You already changed in your casual clothes, your body covered in a long, beige trenchcoat.

«No big deal, it was a small fish»

Dimple rolls his eyes behind Reigen's shoulder, but you can't see him. The sun is setting behind the building of your modeling agency. Reigen is smoking a cigarette, he asked you in advance if it bothers you, and you asked if you can join him. Reigen takes a quick glimpse at you. Even the way you smoke transpires elegance. His cheeks are lightly powdered in pink.

«I feel kinda bad though, I didn't pay you enough»

«No need to feel bad, I'm confident in my pricings»

«So you're gonna reject my drink invitation?»

Reigen chokes a puff of smoke. He throws you a quick glance and sees you smiling calmly, smoke slowly flowing out of your half-open lips. Dimple's words started floating in his own head. Was he right all along? Or you're just being nice? Do you really want to go out for a drink? Then, words just spill out on their own.

«Never said that»

You take a hit of your cigarette «Good, I'll lead the way»

There's something in your presence. So resolute, classy, confident. A different kind of confidence compared to Reigen. You always know how to behave, how to present yourself. It's hypnotic, magnetic even. Reigen can't help but be left speechless. He would lie to himself if he said that you weren't the prettiest woman he has ever seen. As you two walk towards your parked car, Reigen feels a familiar presence again.

«I told you, dude! She's all over you!» Dimple exlciams, waving his cloudy hands in front of Reigen.

«Shut the fuck up, she's not!»

You turn around «Did you say something?»

Reigen shakes his head vigorously, a bead of sweat running down his temple in embarrassment «N-nothing!»

The lounge bar you picked looks too expensive for Reigen's pockets. But you assured him that the drinks were on you, and ignored his insistence in paying. So now you and Reigen are sitting in front of each other, still dressed as you were this afternoon. He kinda feels out of place with his office suit on. But you fit the luxurious atmosphere so well. Your figure, your red dress, your make-up and smile. The way you talk, and laugh, and politely order two martinis. This place looks like it was made for you and you only. Talking with Reigen is an experience that you honestly expected very much. He's an interesting person, he's kind, funny, and smart. You didn't get the hots for him only for his looks. You understood the kind of person he was the moment he started listening to your problems this afternoon. He might look like the average japanese functional working citizen, but you saw right through him immediately.

And Reigen thinks the same of you. You're not only extremely attractive, confident and classy. You're cultured, intelligent, witty. He feels like talking to you is so easy, a feeling he didn't always get from others, or at least it wasn't often reciprocated. He wants to listen more of your words, of your mind. He's slowly getting hypnotized. You have a way with words, with gestures. The way you place your hand on your chin, or tuck hair behind your ear, is not casual. Everything you do is measure and balance. And the way you listen to his most complicated thoughts makes him want to tell you more, to stay a bit longer. He's enjoying himself for once in a while, laughing without thinking about anything else.

You put down your martini after taking a sip «By the way, Reigen, I think my photoshoot came out really, really well»

In a slow, sensual movement, you cross your legs under the table, your dress brushing against your bare skin with a velvet-like sound. You let one of your heels hang from the tip of your foot, then drop it down to the floor completely. Without any premeditation, you let your foot travel up Reigen's leg, first his ankle and then all the way up under the fabric of his pants.

«Maybe you should come to all my shootings from now on» you coo.

His shock is evident. Reigen locks his lips and holds his breath as he feels your foot stroking his leg under his pants. He wants to say something, but he can't.

Is she playing footsie with me?!

And then, for only God knows how many times, Dimple pops out again behind him, making Reigen jump on the spot.

«I fucking told you man!»

«I'm flirting with you, Reigen-san»

«Okay Dimple maybe you were right but what the fuck do I- say what?!»

You suppress a small giggle «I said that I'm flirting with you, Reigen. Since you didn't really seem to catch it»

Reigen is too stunned to speak «Oh!»

«I can stop though, if you're not interested in...more. Pursuing men so much is not my style. But I don't regret trying»

Your foot falls down from his leg and gets back to your heel, sliding it inside. You rest your chin in your hand, scanning Arataka's face for a reaction. He looks so embarrassed that it has you concerned. Did you go too far? To be completely honest, you liked messing with men. Making them look at you, leaving them speechless. But in a completely harmless way. Your last wish was to make Reigen uncomfortable in any way. You're about to say something, but you get interrupted.

«No, it's fine!» Reigen yelps, a nervous smile cracking on his face.

He mentally facepalms himself for sounding too excited, and too high pitched. But the reassuring smile you show him makes all his worries fade away. He doesn't feel judged, or under scrutiny.

«I-I mean» he resumes «I won't hold back if you're interested in...more»

Jesus he feels so stupid. But maybe you like stupid. It's written in the way you lean forward on your shared table, your hand reaching for his pink tie. You lightly pull it to encourage Reigen to come forward as well, sensually stroking it with two hands as you see his throat gulp out of nervousness.

«I'm glad to hear, Reigen. Otherwise I would have felt very lonely tonight, in my apartment»

«Good...»

Then, you let go of his tie and get up from your seat, and Reigen does the same. Mustering up some courage, Reigen extends his hand for you to take it. You happily oblige, placing yours in his palm. With a satisfied look on your face, you proceed to walk out of the lounge bar, hand in hand.

Without you noticing, Dimple appears in front of Reigen one last time.

«Can I come?» he asks.

«Fuck, no!» Reigen growls under his teeth.

«What did you say?» you ask.

«Nothing!»

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