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Business As Usual (reigen x reader)

it's finally done, y'all! this fic has gone through so many different versions before ending up as what it is now, which is basically a collection of snippets that i connected together with some plot. i really wanted to explore aspec reigen but wanted to keep him in character AND still have a gender neutral reader which is VERY hard to do when you need to describe... where hands are going, but i think i finally did it!

also on ao3 here!

Your head rests against your palm as you stare blankly in Reigen's general direction, letting the sound of his voice from the doorway float over to you as a fond smile takes over your face. One of his legs is popped forward, his knee bent so his foot can rest flat against the wall behind him, and he slips his hands into his pockets. Your gaze lingers on his thumb, tucked over the top of his pocket, and your face slips off your hand before you can come to your senses. You're already scrambling for a pen by the time he glances over at you and raises his eyebrows in a silent question of "everything okay over there?"

You give him a shaky smile and a thumbs up, weakly holding up the pen and pulling the abandoned stack of papers on your desk toward you. He beams at you and turns back to Serizawa, casually switching to stand on his other leg like he didn't just make your heart skip a beat. You resist the urge to look back at him for all of a couple seconds, the embarrassment of almost getting caught staring not as strong as how distracting he is. He's already using his hands again, one flying through the air as he draws a square in what you think is his attempt to explain the layout of a room. The other hand hangs by his side, his thumb crossed in front of his index finger.

You prop one elbow on the desk, holding up the same makeshift heart shape as you pretend to return to your ignored work.

You find yourself leaning against the front of Reigen’s desk often. With Mob on a school trip and Serizawa at his class for the night, there's no need for you to keep up the act of office secretary, so you've settled into a sort of half-sit, one leg propped up so you can turn to face him without putting your full weight on the surface.

As he listens to you talk, he twirls a pen between his fingers, flipping it back and forth before stopping to spin it around his thumb, only to catch it and do it again. His other hand traces the trim of his desk - over the scratch in the edge from the arm of his chair, down the scuff mark on the corner from the time you'd both dragged it against the door frame on the way in, back up the slice in the surface from a time when he'd still taken dangerous clients on his own and a "stray" pocket knife had gone flying from a "possessed" man's hand. You make a mental note to buy Mob and Serizawa each something for all their hard work.

You trail off, trying to retrace your conversation to find the original point of your story. In the quiet that follows, you can hear the sound of his fingers along the wood. He's being so gentle, just barely making contact, like he's handling a precious artifact. In its own way, you suppose, the desk is an important part of the office's history, in the same way that every plant, every poster of his face, every picture with a client was a part of the journey here, to this moment.

You wonder if he'd handle you the same way.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just... lost my train of thought there." You blink and give your most convincing spacey chuckle, mentally yelling at yourself to get a fucking grip already. "How did we end up talking about this again?" You're sure that he'll see through you in a second. Instead, he shrugs and stretches his arms above his head.

"Hell if I know." He drops his arms and rolls his shoulders. "Think it's safe to shut down for the night, though, so..." He stands with a flourish and jerks his thumb in the direction of the door. "Wanna get food?"

Despite your best efforts, you find yourselves at the same quiet bar as always, both of you too indecisive and habitual to pick somewhere else to eat. Both of you nod when the bartender asks if it'll be the usual, then shake your heads when she asks about drinks. She rolls her eyes at you, but it's good-natured, and she disappears around the corner to start your order.

There's something about the environment that sweeps you up in it - the dim lighting and the scratchy record player in the corner - and you think Reigen might have actually forgotten he hasn't had any alcohol. "Loose" is the only word you can think of to describe him in this moment, his face softer, his pinky over yours on the counter, his posture and his filter more relaxed. He doesn't even jolt when the bartender calls the two of you lovebirds, something that always made him scramble to defend himself before you officially started dating. Now, although his hand still gets a little clammy, he just looks over at you and smiles, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

She asks how things are going at the office (boring but peaceful), if you've told the others yet (Serizawa figured it out on his own, just like she did, and you're not sure how to bring it up to Mob yet, but you have a feeling he knows), if you have any fun plans. She raises her eyebrows on the last question, leaning forward to give you a meaningful stare, her face breaking out into a smirk.

You and Reigen freeze up at the same time, looking in opposite directions.

"I mean we're-"

"Yeah, it's, y'know, we-"

"Not that it's any of your-"

"Just what are you implying anyway, I mean-"

She waves her hands to cut you both off, laughing loudly at your awkwardness.

"Just teasing you guys, sheesh. But, seriously, nothing fun this weekend?"

"Ah, no, just business as usual."

She goes on a rant about how you two should really relax, take a vacation, you spend so much time in that damn office of yours, how do you two even-

You settle in, thankful for the change of subject, and chuckle quietly, not sure how to explain that, at this point, the office feels more like home than your apartment does. When she turns around to grab something, you press a quick kiss to Reigen's cheek, reveling in the way he always looks surprised no matter how many times you've done it before. He unlinks your pinkies and puts his whole hand over yours, giving a light squeeze. You bump your head against his shoulder just as she turns back around, and she makes a theatrical gagging sound.

Reigen had told you before that he was thankful to have a new regular bar, but it's moments like these that you really see it- dropping his pretenses bit by bit with every night you come in, asking her questions and talking to her not as a composed business man, or even as somebody that you've dragged along with you, but simply as himself.

You think this is your favorite way to see him.

He gets up eventually to use the restroom before you leave, and the bartender jumps at the chance to tease you some more. It's always a little embarrassing, despite how many times she's done it, but it's also strangely comforting in its familiarity.

"You know you look at him like a lovesick puppy, right?"

"So? We're dating, how am I supposed to look at him?"

She looks concerned. "No, it's not that, just... I think he's the only one that can't tell you wanna do him. Are you seriously gonna wait around forever?"

"I'll wait as long as I need." You know what she's getting at, and you admit that you haven't been the most straightforward with him, but you don't want to run the risk of making him uncomfortable. He's never officially told you outright, but you get the impression it just isn't something he's interested in, and you decided you were fine with that long before you asked him out. Your lingering stares and imagination would just have to be enough.

"And if he never-"

"Then I wait forever." You finish the last bit of your water in one go and set the glass down a bit too harshly, trying to distract her from your obviously flustered state. "In the meantime, I’ll keep enjoying what I have."

She considers you for a minute before glancing over your shoulder. Apparently she's satisfied with your answer, because she rolls her eyes again and takes the plates from the counter. You startle a bit when you feel Reigen's hand on your shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head as an apology before asking if you're ready to leave.

He slips his coat on and waits by the door as you hand the bartender your card.

"I'm not gonna stop teasing you about it," she whispers. "But I think you two are gonna be just fine." You're not sure what to say. You glance over at him as he readjusts his scarf, his tongue peeking out as he fights to get the sides even with each other. He stands up straighter to lean against the door frame when he notices you looking, clearing his throat loudly and giving you a wave. The bartender hands your card back.

"Yeah. Thanks."

You reach for Reigen's hand and link your fingers together as he swings the door open, turning around to give the bartender one last wave goodbye.

"Be safe! If you ever bang, that is!"

"Oi!" The door swinging shut behind you cuts off your noise of protest. You can see her laughing through the window, one hand covering her mouth as she waves you off.

"Actually, um..." He bumps his hip into yours. "I... I have something to ask you about."

"So, um." Reigen clears his throat. His hand is practically slipping out of yours from how sweaty it is, and that fact does nothing to calm your nerves about what he might say next. You tighten your grip. "Ekubo... brought something to my attention."

"O-oh? And what would that be?" Though you've never been able to see or hear the spirit for yourself, you've learned from Mob that he's incredibly blunt. Your worry increases.

"Well. He told me I was an 'oblivious asshole' and that even he knew I was 'wasting an opportunity', if that gives you any clues." Based on the context, you're pretty sure you know where this is going. This time, it's Reigen that tightens his grip.

"He was all," he makes his voice more nasally and tilts his head, "I definitely shouldn't have to be the one to tell you this but nobody else is going to do it and I'm sick of seeing them make googoo eyes at you all the time, so I'm just doing what needs to be done! Reigen! They totally wa-" He chokes a bit, trailing off into something you can't hear. "Well, I can't remember exactly what he said, but, um, he basically told me I should ask if there was something... more that you were hoping for. In our relationship." He slows his walking, staring down at his feet.

"I... don't know how to answer that, honestly." He seems surprised and a little relieved at your answer. It makes you all the more uncertain whether you should say anything. "I guess there is, but it's not- I mean it's definitely not a dealbreaker. I figured you weren't- I mean I'm not saying you- that you're not- it just seemed like something you didn't really... care about. Or... care for. That much."

He considers lying, but dismisses the idea quickly. The million excuses die on his tongue, the half-baked stories of his fake experience erased as his mind goes blank. He knows there's no need for him to lie, sees in how nervous you are that you mean it when you say it's not a dealbreaker, but he doesn't know what to say instead. He has no idea what will come out when he speaks, and that's a terrifying prospect.

"Well, I don't, I guess." You nod. "I care about you, though." He taps the back of his hand against your thigh, dragging your arm along with it. "You don't need to keep things from me. If that's- if I'm... something you- I mean, if you're- I'm-" He sighs harshly and stops walking to look up at the stars. "Honestly, I'm not the best at this sort of thing. I've never really thought that somebody would want me, so I hadn't considered it. But if you're really interested, if you... want..."

"I do."

He snaps his head down to look at you, like he's surprised to hear you say it even though he already knew it was true.

"The same goes for you, too, though. You don't need to keep things from me." You tap your elbow against his side. "And you don't need to give things just for my sake. Whatever Ekubo said, you're not 'wasting an opportunity.' I'll be here if you want me, and if you don't," you shrug, "I'll still be here anyway. No pressure. No offense taken."

He nods. You start walking again in silence, his eyebrows pulled together as he considers his options. He pulls his hand away from yours to wipe his palms on his thighs, and you barely conceal your laugh in time.

When you stop in front of your apartment building, he leans down to kiss you as usual. Your hands linger on his jaw, and you give him another quick peck before you fully pull away.

"You coming up?" He blinks at you, and the extra implication finally registers. "For tea! I mean."

He laughs and kisses you again, grabbing your wrist to pull you up the stairs.

You're turning to hang your coat - just barely holding onto to the end of one sleeve - when you hear the sound of your door clicking shut behind you and you find yourself pressed against it, Reigen's lips against yours. You drop your jacket on the floor in favor of steadying yourself, both hands on his shoulders as you lift yourself onto your toes. His fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt, and you pull back just in time to keep your breathing even.

"Where's all this coming from?"

He presses a kiss to your jaw. "I've decided," another kiss, just below your ear, "I want to give you what you want." His breath against your jaw is admittedly distracting, but something still feels off to you, and you're determined to figure out what it is before you let him get too far.

"Is that so?" He hums against your neck. "You really want to?" He hums again, pulling back so he can press his forehead against yours.

"Well, while I appreciate the effort..." You pull on his arm as you spin out into the room, and the door rattles when you push him back against it. "This is more like what I had in mind." All his preparation goes out the window, all the lines he's memorized "just in case" rendered useless, and he's left standing there gawking at you. You take a step back, suddenly unsure of yourself. "If... that's okay."

"Yes!" He clears his throat and waves a hand vaguely in the air. "Yes, that's... probably better. That way you can- exactly what you- y'know. I'm a little surprised, is all." He points in several directions as he talks, eventually settling on pressing his index finger lightly into your shoulder.

You breathe out a laugh and reach up to thread your fingers through his hair.

"Well, you know, you're just so darn handsome. Can't help but think about how you'll look in... other scenarios."

"Is that what you were thinking about while you were staring me down earlier? While I was talking to Serizawa?" He smirks like he expects you to laugh it off, to roll your eyes, to knock your head against his shoulder and exhale with that same half-laugh, half-scoff you give him when he tells a bad joke. You lean up to kiss him, instead, and his breath catches in his throat.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Oh." He seems to realize he's still poking you in the shoulder, and he moves his hands so they both rest on your hips. You can feel them shaking. "Oh."

"Is that okay?"

He looks like he's genuinely considering it this time instead of just telling you what he thinks you want to hear. His shoulders relax, and he slides down the door. You chuckle at the way his jacket bunches up.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's okay. It's nice, honestly."

"Well, good thing there's way more where that came from, then."

"You're sure about this? Still okay?"

His fingers pull at your hair as his hand shakes, and his nails are pressing into your hip a little too tightly, and he's biting down on his lip so hard that you're sure he's gonna draw blood any second now, but he's nodding and looking at you like there's nothing else in the world. His hair is sticking up at the top and there's a faint red mark just below his collarbone, and he looks so perfect that you'd be the stupidest person in the world to stop now and give up the view.

But being an idiot is worth it if it means he's safe, so you stop again after you undo the last button of his shirt, looking back up at him when you slip your fingers under the collar. He nods again and kisses you, quick enough that you don't get a chance to deepen it but long enough to leave you chasing his lips when he pulls away. His fingers wrap around your wrists as he guides you to pull the sleeves down his arms, and the shirt falls to the bed with a quiet rustling of fabric, almost drowning out the way your heart is attempting to leap out of your chest.

"Hey. I know you said you, um- but..." He leans forward, shuffling so he's propped up on his knees. "Could we go back to this? It's a little easier."

"Of course. Whatever you need." His hair brushes against your forehead, and you can feel his breath across your nose as he pants. Moonlight streams in through your window, the corner of it lighting up the side of his face enough for you to see just how red his ears are. "I want you however I can have you, anyway, so it's not like it matters to me."

"Well, it's not gonna work if you keep saying things like that."

You laugh and flop backwards onto the bed, doing your best not to kick your pillows. "What, do you have a script up there or something? Am I going off book?" You tap a finger to the center of his forehead. He purses his lips and looks off to the side.

"Not... No. I don't need a script." He scoots closer to you, settling in between your legs as he puts one hand on either side of your head.

"Good answer." He shakes his head as he leans down to press his lips to your collarbone, but pulls back immediately when you let out a startled squeak.

"Sorry! Sorry, I don't know why that caught me so off guard." You laugh and wrap your arms around his waist. "Just nervous, I guess. You c- you can keep going, though. S'nice." You shift awkwardly when he doesn't move, glancing off to the side. "You... still okay? We can-"

"You're nervous?"

"Well, yeah. I mean... man of my dreams? Over me? About to do me? It's a little overwhelming, y'know? Good overwhelming, but still."

"Right. Yeah." He sits back onto his knees, and you follow by propping yourself up on one arm. "Wait, man of your dreams?" His voice cracks, but he doesn't bother clearing his throat.

"Y- uh. Y... Yes?" He opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can say anything. "I mean, think what you will, but I have had dreams about you, so it's literal if nothing else."

He straightens at that, and you can practically see the light bulb go off above his head when he snaps his fingers. His smirk gets dangerously wide, and he leans back into your personal space, wrapping one arm under you to keep you from laying back down.

"Why don't you... tell me about those?"

"A mirror?!" He presses a kiss to your hip, muffling a laugh. "Certainly starting off strong."

"It was just the most recent one!" You squirm as he sneaks his thumbs into your waistband, looking up at you for confirmation. You lift your hips, and you hear him take a sharp breath before he yanks them down. "I can always pick a different one."

"No, no, I asked. Talk away." He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, lifting your leg on top of his shoulder. "What was the appeal, do you know? Or was your brain just looking for ideas?"

"Ah, both, I think. But I certainly know what the appeal was."

"Oh?" He licks a stripe up your thigh before sucking a section of your skin into his mouth, stopping just before he thinks it'll leave a mark to move to a new spot.

"Yeah, your h- mm. Uh, ha, w- um. Actually, that might be too embarrassing."

"What? Come on." He slides his hand up your other thigh, fidgeting with the waistband of your underwear as he steels himself to pull those off too.

"No, I'm- go ahead." He nods, but keeps fidgeting with the elastic for now. "I'm picking something else. You won't be able to look at me the same after."

"Is it really that bad?"

"It's not bad exactly, just- oh!" He pulls your underwear down a bit too fast, and they get caught on your foot, sending them slingshotting across the room. Your head falls back against the bed as you laugh from the sheer absurdity of it, and you grab the sheets to anchor yourself. "Anyway, it's just very specific. I don't want you to feel weirded out."

"I think I'm more weirded out by not knowing. You're scaring me a little." He takes your hand and guides it to the top of his head, not moving until you thread your fingers through his hair with a shaky sigh.

"Fine, fine, y- hmm." He sticks his fingers in his mouth to get them wet, mostly because it's something he'd read once that you were supposed to do, and you hear the loud pop when he pulls them out. "It's your hands."

He eases one finger inside you so slowly that it seems like he's waiting for something terrible to happen. All he gets is your satisfied shiver and a light tug on his hair to encourage him to move his head up.

"In a case like this, I can feel your hands but I can't see them. A mirror let me do both."

"What's so special about my hands?"

"You say as your fingers are literally inside me."

"Other than that, o-obviously." He closes his mouth around you, and your hips buck up before you can stop them.

"S-sorry."

"S'fine." He readjusts your hand in his hair so you can have a better hold. He hums lowly when you give a test pull, and you can feel the vibration of it in the very core of your body. "You were saying?"

"Oh, right, y- they're distracting. I mean, you just ha- oh, have nice hands in the first place, but- y- you use them so much that it's like... oh, Jesus." He slips another finger inside, crooking them up in a blind attempt to get a better reaction out of you. "I think about them a lot, I guess. And you're always fidgeting, so, w- they're super obvious. And it's a little more subtle than just... eye fucking you in general. Fuck!" You can feel his smirk when the shiver racks down your spine, and you press your nails against his scalp in a half-hearted protest. "Not subtle if you know about it, though."

He pulls his fingers out and slides his hand under your leg to drag you further down the bed so he can focus on using his mouth. You whine at the loss, but you can't really complain when it feels like ice is making its way through your veins, your skin tingling with electricity every time you feel his breath against you. What he lacks in skill - not that he lacks much in the first place, despite his concerns - he makes up for simply by being him, with you, in this moment you thought you would never get to have. Your free hand tightens around the sheets before coming up to lay across your eyes, and you gasp as you roll your hips up against him. He taps lightly against your ribs in a reminder to keep talking.

"A-and then there was the whole p - ha - part where y - oh - you were talking right in my ear but I could still see your face. Fuck, I bet you look so good right now. And, shit, f- I love your voice so much. S'really, the- the best of both- ah!"

Now that he's gotten the hang of it, he slips three fingers inside you again, trying to focus on how good you must be feeling based on your reactions instead of just how tight you feel around them. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by now, with the way you're gasping and trembling, quiet whines slipping out between words and your thighs shaking on his shoulders, but he's not ready to deal with the consequences of that just yet. He can't afford to think right now for fear that his nerves will start to creep in through the gaps, so he forces himself to focus on your voice, letting your words take over the space in his mind where his own thoughts should be.

He gives a particularly harsh suck right as his fingers bend to hit just the right spot, and you actually moan at that - not a whimper, not a hum or a sigh - and any resolve he had to keep listening to you is replaced with the desire to get you to make that noise again.

"Wow, I am not gonna last long if you- oh! Fuck, Rei- mm, Ara- fuck, fuck, fuck! Arataka, god, so perfect, you're so- ohh, shit, I-" He doesn't let up until it's almost impossible to move his hand, revels in the way you clench around his fingers, in your broken cry only slightly muffled behind your hand, even in the way your ankle digs into his back as you pull at his hair and press your hips up into his face.

When he sits up, your leg falls onto the bed with a thump, causing you to descend into a fit of giggles as he licks his lips and swallows, thumb swiping across his bottom lip.

"What, was it-" You shake your head and make grabby hands, rolling one wrist in an invitation for him to lay down beside you.

"I'm just really happy. You did great." He leans over you, seemingly debating if he's allowed to kiss you. You close the distance for him, cupping both sides of his face, and he shudders when you run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix it. "Want me to help-"

"Nope! No, no need, thanks." You raise an eyebrow, but you're too tired to put up a real fight.

"Alright, just come here, then."

"We're backwards. Your foot is on your pillow."

"It happens." You shrug. He looks like he's debating picking you up and flipping you around himself, but he eventually lays down beside you, albeit not before grabbing a spare blanket to drape over you.

"Maybe next time?"

"Next time?" You roll onto your side and drape one arm over him as he settles in, pressing your face into his chest.

"Yeah. Next time you can... maybe, I mean. It's still- but, I think I do want..."

"Yeah?" You smile and lay a hand flat on his lower back to pull him closer, the other hand tracing light heart shapes just under his collarbone.

"Yeah, unless you-"

"Maybe next time sounds perfect."

#reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #my writing #featuring my thing for Hands #and maybe some hair pulling #and uh... y'know. just a sprinkling of other lil mentions #..... sorry bestie #ahEM anyway #reigen is aspec in this #i had demi in mind but it's really just “somewhere on there”#reader is a lil aspec coded too just by... the nature of being written by me

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