#reigen x reader

[dilfsfordinner]

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

[stupidlittlespirit]

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.”

[dollwrites]

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.”

[nishikiace]

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."

[arabaka]

this is my sexual orientation btw

[maedae-maedae]

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. 

[callmerainman]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

fandom. Mob Psycho 100 by ONE

plot. The morning after your high school reunion party, you wake up in a bed that isn’t yours. Your head hurts, you are naked from head to toe and your memory from last night is faded. And Reigen Arataka, your ex classmate you barely ever talked to, is sleeping next to you. A talk with a friend, an unexpected recording and some flowers will unveil the events of your unplanned one night stand.

word count. 4,804k

prompts. fem!Reader, mentions of sex, dubcon (both Reigen and reader were drunk), drunk sex, pillow talk, after sex, memory loss, one night stands, high school reunion party, smoking cigarettes, making out, awkward flirting, journalist reader, reader was popular in high school, drunken kissing, awkward sexual situation.

notes. sex is only mentioned here, but the plot revolves around your night with Reigen. It’s not 18+ but themes are suggestive.

Soft sheets and a morning smell. A rectangle of sunshine on your face, wind flowing smoothly from the window to your skin. You squeeze your eyes and it takes you some strength, emitting a low groan. You have an absurd headache. You blink a few times but your eyelids feel like metal. Your mouth is dry. Finally, your vision gets clear and you understand.

First off...this isn't my house

Which says a lot, considering your reaction when you roll on your side and see Reigen Arataka. You jump and gasp from surprise. He was laying on his stomach, his face turning around from you, and his smooth back falling up and down slowly under rays of sunshine. And he's completely naked. His naked butt cheek peeking from the blanket confirms it. That also means something else.

I'm naked, save me

You immediately pull the covers up your breasts, even though Reigen's still sleeping so he couldn't see a thing. Your breathing is heavy but your naked body is stiff from head to toe. You feel yourself burn from embarrassment as you stare at the guy on your side.

I had sex with Reigen Arataka

I had SEX with REIGEN ARATAKA

The situation is unequivocal, it couldn't have happened anything else last night. And slowly, vague memories start to come in your mind again. Your high school reunion party, you and Reigen drinking, you two agitatedly making out in a taxi, and then just this tiny glimpse of him having sex with you while you held his face. Just these four, very evocative pictures and then nothing else. You drank too much. You squeeze the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index and then sigh. You have to find a way to escape because you can't handle this embarrassment anymore. But you can't just run off without saying anything, making Reigen wake up all alone. It would be an asshole move. So you take a deep breath and extend your hand towards his back. There are long red marks trailing across his skin.

Are those scratches?! Holy shit...

"Reigen...wake up" you whisper as you lightly shake him.

Nothing, Reigen just turns around to face you. He looks like he's having the best sleep of his life.

You rock him more vigorously "Reigen!"

With a jump and a grunt Reigen wakes up.

"What? Oh my God!" he exclaims.

"Good...morning?" you say, cracking a really unsure smile.

"Christ (Y/N), what are you doing in my bed? And why are you naked?!" Reigen scoots a bit away, getting up on his elbows.

"Well, make 2+2!" you shout back, nervous.

Reigen throws hectic glances across the whole room. Your clothes are chaotically thrown everywhere, all spread across the floor. Your bra is hanging off his TV and his pink tie is swinging on a lamp. It looks like the aftermath of a hurricane.

"Did...did we?" Reigen asks, pulling up the covers on himself.

"Yes Reigen, we had sex" you sentence.

"Shit..."

Reigen drags his hand down his face, looking at you through his fingers.

An awkward silence falls between you two, still in the shared bed of Reigen's apartment. It's not the first time you have a one-night stand, and not Reigen's either. But it usually didn't happen with your old high school classmates, so drunk that you don't remember anything. Just a brief flash of Reigen on top of you and your hand caressing his cheek.

"I don't really remember anything from the second half of the school reunion forward" you say, trying to avoid his eyes "we went away together, we wildly made out inside a cab and the second after we were having sex on this very bed"

Reigen frowns and his temples pulsate from pain.

"Yeah, that's what I remember more or less" he replies, scratching his honey-colored head.

He rolls on his other side and looks down the bed. There's his pants, his phone and, not-so surprisingly, an used condom. At least you were protected, but it confirmed furthermore that you two really had sex. Reigen turns back around to face you.

"Oh"

He was taken by surprise by seeing you sitting on the edge of the bed, your back naked but attempting to dress up again. You had your skirt, the one that was unceremoniously thrown on the other side of the bedroom last night.

"Can you uhm...turn around?" you ask, embarrassed as if the question was out of place.

You did see each other naked the night before after all.

Reigen quickly nods "Yeah of course, sorry"

You quickly sneak towards the TV, where your bra was laying undisturbed. You take it and clasp it around your breasts, then you start searching for your high socks. Reigen turns around again after you finish getting dressed.

"Are you leaving already?" he asks.

Was it your imagination or was he disappointed?

"Um yeah...you know" you start hopping on one foot as you try to put on your high heels "work! I'm really late..."

"Oh yeah, work. Cool, cool" Reigen nods, pressing his lips together.

Reigen drops on his back, his hair messy and sprawled across the mattress. He puts one hand on his naked and exposed stomach. As he looks up the ceiling, absent minded, you get completely dressed again. It feels like taking a deep breath after being underwater. You pick up your purse and swing it around your arm. You look at Reigen, still laying down on his bed and unclothed.

"I'm off then! It was a pleasure...for as long as I can remember..."

A clumsy smile curls on your face. You feel pathetic. Reigen lays on his side, blanket partly covering his torso.

"Alright uhm.. wanna stay in touch thes-"

"Bye bye!"

A whirl and you speed off, sprinting towards his apartment door. You close it behind yourself as you sigh in relief. That was stressful. As you climb down the stairs of Reigen's apartment complex, you search for your phone in your purse. You type a number and make a call, feeling the hot screen of the cell pressing on your ear.

"Hi, can we meet up at the café? I did something last night..."

---

Walking through a crowd full of people while wearing a party dress on a Sunday morning is an experience you won't ever repeat. Sunday mornings are for families and friends, they're lazy. And here you are, still with your party clothes, too sexy and too over the top for a sleepy Seasoning City. Every tap of your heels is a call for attention, and passerby's do look at you a bit curiously. You finally reach your hang-out spot, a little café inside Seasoning City's main plaza. Your best friend is already here.

As soon as Yuko sees you, a grin splatters on her pretty face.

"Walk of shame!" she exclaims, putting her arms up cheerfully.

You roll your eyes "Please just shut up"

You drag your chair under the table and you drop on it ungraciously, with a tired face.

"The waiter is on his way to bring you some coffee, it's on me" Yuko reassures you.

"Thanks, I need it" you sigh, resting your head on the palm of your hand.

"I leave a party early for once and you get in trouble" Yuko smiles, as she takes out a fresh packet of cigarettes from her bag.

Yuko is your best friend since high school, she was present yesterday night at the high school reunion. You spent the whole night together, until she had an emergency and left early. At that moment you and Reigen met and linked. Yuko hands you a stick of tobacco, and you accept it happily. You put the orange filter between your lips and take out a lighter from your purse. When the small tongue of fire touches the tip of the cigarette, it lights up in a magmatic color. You inhale deeply and blow smoke from your nostrils, your eyes closed.

"It wasn't all that..." you grunt, trying to avoid Yuko's gaze through the cloud of smoke that separates you.

Yuko, with a sly smile, protrudes forward. Her long and silky black hair swing from side to side.

"C'mon, who's the lucky guy?"

You shake your head, pressing your lips together. Then, your coffee arrives and the waiter puts it in front of you on the table. You immediately take it and bring it towards your lips. You sip the hot beverage and close your eyes.

"C'mooon (Y/N)! You know you can tell me anything!"

With the cup still between your lips, you talk.

"Regenartaka..." you mumble in a low tone.

"What? I didn't hear you"

"Reigen Arataka"

You hear an audible gasp, which makes you jump and spill coffee on the corner of your lips. You put the cup down and are immediately met with a shocked Yuko, her mouth wide open before slapping a hand on it.

"There's no way!"

"But apparently yes, Yuko, I had sex with Reigen Arataka"

"It's unbelievable! THAT Reigen Arataka?"

"How many times do I have to repeat it?!"

Yuko slides her hand down her mouth to reveal an amused but at the same time dumbfounded smile, still beautiful as always.

"I remember him so well in high school! He was in our class and always by himself, with that side part haircut. And he was always blabbering about how he would have become a successful entrepreneur in the future, or a graphic designer at least. What is he up to now?"

"He works privately as an exorcist, or at least this is what he told me" you answer, putting the cigarette back in your mouth.

"Really? Does he have any psychic powers?"

"I don't know, he didn't show me anything like that"

"But he did show you something else!" Yuko adds with a wink.

"For fucks sake, Yuko!"

You take another hit as she graciously but mischievously does the same.

"I think I saw him yesterday at the party, but I wasn't sure that it was him. Tall, grey jacket, pink tie..."

"Yeah, it was him" you confirm.

"Oh my God, so he changed a lot! Who would have thought about it, he became really cute...still a bit weird tho"

You smile a bit "Well yeah, he's original. And he's not shy like he was in high school, he became really talkative! I even found him kind of charismatic"

"Oh, and since he's so talkative, what did you say to each other this morning in bed?"

You force an embarrassed and fake smile "Basically nothing, I left as soon as I could"

Yuko's eyes widen "(Y/N)! You didn't leave him to wake up all alone, didn't you?"

"No!" you raise your hands in front of you "Not like that, I woke him up before leaving so he could realize the situation"

"And then you escaped at your first chance and with the first excuse that popped in your mind"

"Yeah, I said that I had to go to work"

"On a Sunday morning?"

"Oh shit it's Sunday..."

You pinch your nose and squeeze your eyes from guilt, obviously Reigen didn't believe such a poor excuse.

"C'mon, it's not nice to run away after spending the night with someone" Yuko says, almost in a motherly tone.

"You're right it's just...I was really uncomfortable and I felt like leaving"

Yuko closes her eyes and nods, then she takes a last hit from her cigarette before crushing it against an ashtray.

"I understand, it must have been awkward for you to wake up next to someone you barely know"

You nod and put down the cigarette on the ashtray too. The taste of coffee and cigarette mixes harmonically in your tongue, making the last remnants of alcool disappear from your mind and mouth.

"Well, tell me, how was sex? Is he good?"

You scratch your head "I must confess that I don't remember anything"

"What?! Zero?"

"Yeah, too drunk"

Yuko's gaze gets really serious, her icy eyes get thin as she frowns.

"Hey, he didn't take advantage of you, right?"

You immediately raise two hands forward "No, no no no! He was also drunk, but I clearly remember me giving him consent, I really wanted him"

Yeah, you wanted him so bad last night it was surprising even for you.

Yuko relaxes and sighs "Thank God, but please be careful"

"You know...I was the one who asked to sleep together"

An instinctive laugh erupts from Yuko "What? You making the first move? You must have been reeeally fucked up"

You asking Reigen to have sex was your last clear memory. You just laid down your last drink and in a matter of minutes everything became confused.

———

The school gym was greatly decorated for the high school reunion party. On the small stage a rock band was performing for just a bunch of yen. The dance floor was full of ex-high schoolers who danced together and tables were full of alcohol. It was a very western party, but nothing distasteful. However you wouldn't have thought that out of all your ex classmates and ex students of your same year, you would have ended up with Reigen Arataka. Yuko had to go away for an emergency and you felt the urge to smoke a cigarette, but your packet was empty and so you asked to the first person you saw smoking outside the gym. You didn't even recognize him in the beginning. It was dark outside and you also never interacted with him after graduation. And physically he became taller, with harder features, dressed differently, smoking a cigarette with his grey jacket hanging from his shoulder.

Reigen Arataka became a man.

After recognizing each other as former classmates, he offered you a cigarette, you smoked together, then you got some drinks inside the gym, and then you were outside again for a cigarette, and then again inside the gym to drink. Back and forth between drinking and smoking and chatting. Reigen was talkative, charismatic, even tho a bit clumsy. He was really charming in the way he gestured, talked, used his eyes. Despite all the self-confidence he radiated, you could feel his leg bouncing up and down under the table you claimed inside the gym. At some point, he turned around to look at all the hundreds of guests.

"Everyone's dancing" you said, looking at all the old year-mates romping on the dancefloor.

"Yeah, but I'm not a good dancer" Reigen replied, looking at you a bit mortified.

"Oh, me neither, I hate dancing"

You lowered you last drink on your shared table, sighing. You were really dizzy, and your feet hurt. But you liked staying with Reigen, and you didn't want to leave yet. Reigen's face was flushed red from alcohol, his pink tie loosened and his grey jacket unbottoned.

Reigen plunged into his seat "I would rather swallow a lit cigarette than dancing"

His sarcasm surprised you so much that you chocked on your drink and started laughing hysterically. Reigen, completely in his fumes and fascinated by your laugh, started laughing too. Then, you say something way too brave.

"My God you're so funny, I could just fuck you right now"

Immediately after you said that, you smacked your hand on your mouth with a loud slap. Reigen was so taken by surprise that his eyes basically popped out of his skull as he choked on his beer. You were petrified. You quickly got up, your breath heavy.

"I'm so sorry! That was so inappropriate of me, I don't know what go into-"

"Okay, let's do it”

"Wait what?"

Reigen got up too, a bit wobbly. Your vision was cranky too.

"I said that I'm okay with ehm...fucking. My house is just a few blocks away and we could call a cab. If you want to, of course"

You stayed a few more seconds just staring at each other, shocked by your sudden decision. There was a slight sexual tension building up during the night, and you caught that, but neither of you would have thought about actually ending up sleeping together.

"I'm down with that, let's go have sex" you said. And it sounded horrible.

"Great! Cool, very cool"

"But hurry up!"

"Yeah, okay!"

The second after, you and Reigen started running across the gym between guests and tables. Reigen used one hand to hold yours and the other to call a cab as you two were speeding away. There was no need to run though. Some minutes after you were sprawled all over him inside the backseat of a taxi, as he laid under you and held you close by your hips and made out with you. The rearview window reflected the eyes of a terrified driver. At Reigen's apartment you two went at it on his bed, and next thing you knew you woke up naked by his side.

———

"Now that I think about it Hana-chan told me that yesterday she saw you and another guy running away together hand in hand, I just didn't think that it was Reigen"

"Well, now you know"

"Don't you want to take this thing to a deeper level?"

You raise a dubious eyebrow.

"What you mean?"

"I mean going out with him"

You shake your head frantically and with determination.

"No, no and absolutely no"

"But why! It looked like you really got along"

Yuko laid her head on the palm of her hand. Her eyes were pleading but yours unmovable.

"I don't feel like going out with any man right now, not after my last relationships"

Men in your life were mediocre. Never violent, but never sweet, always absent and always with so little care. They always left you so coldly and came back as if nothing happened. They used to tell you that you were beautiful but in an insensitive way. You had that feeling, that they only wanted to be with you just because you really were beautiful. It has been that way since high school, and they would often confirm it themselves. Men didn't really love you and weren't kind to you.

"I understand darling...do what you feel like doing, even though this kinda feels like a waste" Yuko sighs.

As she takes out her phone and starts swiping on it mindlessly, your phone rings. It's a notification. You turn it on to find a new text message from an unregistered number.

Reigen: hey (Y/N), this is Reigen. You gave me your number last night, I don't think you remember. I don't want to bother you or be inappropriate, but I found this in my phone gallery and I think you should see it.

A video is attached to Reigen's unexpected text. And when you open it, your heart sinks in your chest. You lower the volume quickly, but your eyes are fixed on the screen.

This can't be

The video depicts you and Reigen in his bedroom, partly undressed, laughing in satisfaction because of the wonderful idea you two came up with. Then, the virtual you places the phone on the nightstand, and here comes a complete video of the passionate night you spent with Reigen. Obscene sounds, moans and creaking of bed springs force you to mute the video completely.

"Holy fucking shit" you whisper, your eyes horrified.

"What?" Yuko bolts up.

"Nothing! It's nothing!"

But your phone betrays you by accidentally turning the volume up, so that Yuko too can hear the unmistakable sounds of two people going at it.

"Don't tell me that you and Reigen made a-"

"Yes Yuko, for fucks sake, that's a sex tape!"

Exasperated, you plung your head in your crossed arms and smother a scream in your jacket. Yuko on the other hand laughs so much that she has to hold her stomach.

"Don't laugh!"

"It's exhilarating I swear! C'mon, finish the video so you can tell me everything after"

Reluctantly you pick up your phone again and replay the video. It goes on for a while, nothing more than you and Reigen having some really strenuous and perplexingly loud sex, and then collapsing exhausted. But it doesn't end here, because after some minutes you both suggest a second round. But the second time you have sex is surprisingly sweet for a sex tape. Reigen hovers on top of you but gently, you touch his face, you recognize it as the only image you still remembered from last night. Reigen whispers in your ear that you are beautiful, as he gently rocks in and out of you, and you smile calmly and caress his cheek. Then he finishes again, and he collapses next to you for the second time.

"It's not over yet..." you whisper to yourself, confused.

The last part of the footage is just you and Reigen. You turn your bare back from the camera, and only Reigen's torso and half of his face aren't hidden behind you. Reigen smiles sheepishly and with a finger he strokes your cheek. He fixes a really sweet gaze on you.

"First-year me would be very proud" Reigen murmurs.

"Oh yeah?" you giggle "and why"

"I may have had a little crush on you when we were in high school"

"You don't say! But we barely even talked...why didn't you ever come up to me to talk?”

"Because women scared the shit out of me"

You laugh together. Reigen sneaks an arm behind your exposed back and starts drawing circles on your skin with the tip of his fingers.

"But I wasn't scary"

"In the narrative inside my head, a tiny bit. I mean, you and your friends were really popular and the prettiest in our class. Everyone had a crush on you, you received confessions on a daily basis. I was kind of a loser, I couldn't stand a chance and I thought that we didn't have anything to share"

"It's true, I received a lot of confessions, but every boy liked me just because of my looks and nothing more. For you it's the same, both in high school and right now I guess"

"What you mean?"

"We had sex tonight because you're attracted to me, maybe because you think I'm pretty. That's how things work and it's okay"

Reigen shakes his head "Not at all, I didn't have a crush on you just because you were beautiful"

"You're lying"

"No, listen. I liked you because yeah, I thought you were pretty, but also kind. Between your friends you were the sweetest, the few times we talked you always treated me so gently. And you were so intelligent, I'll always remember your essay about Soseki's Kairo-Ko"

"My essay about Natsume Soseki! You remember that...I can't believe it"

"Of course I remember, I thought it was so personal and brilliant. You have a talent for writing"

"And that's why I'm a time-waster who writes for the exciting Seasoning City newspaper, how talented..."

"I don't see how you're a time-waster"

"Well, three years of high school without talking to you kinda make me a time-waster"

Reigen is startled and blushes "I would've loved getting to know you better in high school, but I can do it now at least. It's just a shame that tomorrow we won't remember anything"

"Yeah, I'm too drunk. Tomorrow everything will be foggy"

"I hope that you'll at least remember that I didn't have sex with you just because you're beautiful, tonight"

"It usually works like this for me, men see me as a doll who's only good at fucking"

"Not me, I never saw you that way"

The recording stops, Reigen's phone must have ran out of battery. You lay your phone down on the table, still a bit in shock. But a small smile you didn't even notice you had curls on your face.

"Thank god Reigen didn't become a graphic designer, his website is obscene!" Yuko exclaims, before looking up at you "hey, what you daydreaming about?"

"He remembered my favourite author, and my essays..." you murmur.

Yuko grins, waving a hand in front of your face "Heyyy, Earth to (Y/N)! What happened in the video?"

You snap out of your thoughts, shaking your head slightly.

"No it's just that me and Reigen talked for a while after...copiously having sex" you heat up a bit "and well, he said some really sweet stuff"

Without showing her the video, you cut to the part where you and Reigen have a conversation in bed. After it ends, Yuko has a blessed smile on her face.

"He has a way with words, who would have knew. He really treated you well"

Your phone rings again, another notification.

Reigen: I think we should delete it, it's risky to have intimate videos and none of us was sober. If you want we can meet up and I can delete it in front of you so that you can be sure that is gone.

"He wants us to meet up so I can see him deleting the video himself. To make me feel safer, he said"

"(Y/N)! You cretin!" Yuko smashes her hands against the table, making you and the other clients of the café jump in surprise "this man is a walking green flag with arms and legs and a pretty face and you want to let him go?!"

"Chill! It's just that I-..."

Yuko calms down, regaining her femme fatale composure "I would really think about it"

You take a deep breath and look at the last segment of the video. The way Reigen looks at you, with his eyes fixed not on your body but on your face. His hand tracing small circles on your naked back with the tip of his fingers. The way he touches you with delicacy with both hands and words. You take another deep and determined breath.

(Y/N): come at my place at 3 PM. This is my address.

You text him your address and put your phone in stand-by. Yuko looks at you with a peaceful smile. You reciprocate it.

At 3 PM your doorbell rings. You quickly check yourself out in the mirror, fixing your hair before opening the front door. Behind it, Reigen Arataka looks embarrassed and is holding a small bouquet of flowers.

"Hey" he says, paper crinkling under his fingers.

Your face is a bit startled "Oh! Flowers?"

"Uhm, yeah. For you"

He holds them out with an awkwardness that didn't absolutely belong to the self confident guy that was holding you in his arms last night. You find it adorable.

"Thanks" you chuckle "you're sweet. Even though we are here to delete an erotic video"

"There are no good or bad occasions to buy flowers" Reigen says, then he curses himself for sounding too cheesy.

You smile as you look at him taking out his phone from his pocket. He turns it on in front of you, then opens the gallery and accidentally starts playing the video. Awkwardly sexual sounds start reverberating from the speakers.

"Please close it" you say, embarrassed.

"Yeah sorry"

His nevrotic fingers miss the stop button, they're also sweaty so the touch screen doesn't work. You feel like exploding from shame when a fragment of Reigen asking you consent for the 15th time and you begging him to just fuck the shit out of you plays.

"Turn it off I don't wanna see it!" you yelp, covering your eyes behind your hands.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Reigen finally stops the video, and drags it with his finger towards a small trash can icon. Deleted forever.

"Thank goodness" you whisper, and both of you sigh in relief.

You exchange some glances, you behind the flowers he gifted you. It's an awkwardness you imagine you two would have had if you were still in high school.

"We could go out to dinner tonight to celebrate" you say after a while.

"What? Celebrating?" Reigen asks, surprised and curious.

"Yeah to celebrate the uh...the cancellation of our sex tape. Oh god I mean...listen, would you take me out on a date?"

Reigen feels himself catching fire, his face quickly becomes a blushing mess. He adjusts his tie knot.

"I would be happy to, because I want to have a clear memory of you" he answers.

You smile at each other.

"Good" you say.

"Then see you tonight to celebrate the deletion of our sex tape" a couple of seconds and then Reigen shakes his head "no shit I mean, for our date"

You burst out laughing and hold his flowers against your chest, Reigen looks at you. He remembers something about last night. He forgot to tell you that in high school he also crushed on your laugh.

[shibaraki]

WHERE I WANNA BE ┊ REIGEN ARATAKA

tags: NSFT, GN reader, friends to lovers, resolved sexual tension, fluff and smut, dry humping, coming in pants, premature ejaculation, clothed sex, what is plot, don’t look at mekasksksks

wc: 1.6k

The invitation was made with only good intentions. Reigen’s apartment flooded after a pipe burst and he needed somewhere to stay. Serizawa offered, but your place was closer to the Spirits and Such Agency, and living alongside his own employee seemed inappropriate, temporary or otherwise.

The choice was easy. It was for the sake of convenience. And yet, you’re not sure exactly how it had come to this.

“You good?”

Reigen had sunken back into your couch cushions with an unnatural effort. You’d never seen someone try so hard to look relaxed. The corner of his eye twitches at random intervals, fingers wrung tightly into the fabric of your shorts.

At what point had the accumulated longing — built steadily over years of bizarre friendship — crested?

“Not sure what you mean. I’m fantastic,” he quips, flashing you a strained smile and giving a flippant wave of his hand. In the dark of your living room, illuminated only by the cool toned glow of your TV screen, he appears a little withered. Nervous. “Totally fine! Are you?”

Your legs are folded beneath your body, settled either side of his hips. The plot of the movie has been long forgotten. You take the opportunity to watch him squirm under your avid gaze. Reigen looks softer out of his typical work suit. Dirty blonde hair stuck in all directions and mussed. He’s wearing his muted purple pyjama set: a bear printed on the chest, crew neck loose around his collar but tight around the wrists. The bottoms are cuffed just above his ankles because his legs are a little too long. You laughed gleefully when you first saw them.

There was underlying meaning. He was comfortable. Maybe not in himself, but with you— in a way that makes you want to touch him. To keep him. You walk two fingers along his collar and feel each step echo through his body. Pelvis twitching helplessly under your weight, the stiff outline of his cock presses up against your ass.

“We can stop,” you intone gently. As exhilarating as it was to have him so reactive and malleable you knew he had a habit of overestimating himself; pushing his own boundaries for the sake of proving validity or worth. “I wouldn’t be upset. This is all moving pretty fast”.

Reigen worries his lip between his teeth. There is already a sore indentation left from earlier in the evening, after dealing with a particularly grueling call from his insurance company. Your knuckles brush across the new, uneven stubble on his jaw and he takes a sharp breath, grasping tight at your thighs.

In lieu of a response, he tentatively encourages you to grind into his lap again. You follow his lead and murmur leisurely at the whine that falls from his open mouth, arms snaking around his neck. Elbows rested against the back of the sofa, your fingers thread through his hair, playing with the fine strands at his nape.

Your name is whispered between heaving breaths, not quite knowing what he wants to ask for. Hands twitch at your hips with bruising pressure, undecided as to whether he wanted you to stop, slumping down into the cushions as sense gradually leaves him.

You hum appreciatively as his eyelids flutter, “Didn’t know you were this sensitive. Got me all wet and I’ve barely touched you”.

Reigen shudders and bites down a whine, head tipping back to bare his throat, breathing sharply out of his nose. Struggling to speak, his assertion falls flat, “I’m not—ah. Not usually”.

A sweet blush spreads warm across his cheeks and kisses the tips of his ears, dark in the dim lighting. You undulate your hips, chasing your own pleasure as well as his. “Don’t stop,” he pleads with a strangled noise, pawing at your waist and guiding you over his cock in dissonant rhythm. Pure desperation. “Please don’t”.

“Yeah?”

“Yeaaa—!” the vowels drag on his tongue, drawn out into a long moan when you push deliberately into the cradle of his pelvis, pleasure prickling under your skin. His arousal saturates the and eases the motions. Slack jawed, the bridge of his nose scrunches up as he clings to you. “Fuck. Wanted you like this for so long. Wanted… I wanted to do it the right…”

His interminable rambling comes to an abrupt halt. He realises his admission— you watch the panic trickle into his otherwise pink expression, his thighs quivering in the effort not to buck up again. To save face. Hot, blood rises to the surface and emanates against your palms. Slowing the rhythm to a stop, you gently take his face into your hands. “Arataka?”

“Sorry,” he blurts. Reigen pats awkwardly at your knees, eyes wide and darting along the length of the sofa as though seeking an escape route. “Sorry. My big mouth. Damn it, I’ll—”

Before he can formulate a clever excuse to leave, you squeeze the soft fat of his cheeks together, hard. It puckers his lips into an exaggerated pout and forcing him quiet. “You’re overthinking”.

“Overthinking? Me?” he tries, that well crafted, flippant mien fracturing under the movement between your bodies. “Never”.

You release, and his expression startles with the sharp flick of a finger. A faint pink mark blossoms at the point of impact, right between his brows, and they pinch tight into a petulant frown. Rubbing at the spot he complains, “Do you usually physically assault your guests?”

“Stop that,” you mutter.

Feigning ignorance, “Stop what?”

Reigen blinks, swallowing thickly as you gently grasp his wrist. Punctuating the words with a kiss to the palm of his hand, the heel, the quickening pulse, “You can’t bullshit here, Arataka. Not to me. Your body is a little too honest for that”.

He wheezes, “Could you be merciful for once in your life?”

You cradle the back of his head as it falls forward to rest against your shoulder and his hands slide up your back, clutching your shirt. He groans pitifully, “This is worse than the time I confessed in middle school with my fly open. I’m about to cum in my pants. I haven’t done that in years—!”

The way he holds you betrays him. Grip tight around you as he speaks, squeezing to settle the nerves and keep you close, afraid you’ll leave despite his own urge to flee. You coo as you feel his cock throb and the restraint falls away for a fleeting moment; he turns, open mouthed, and keens into the juncture of your throat.

“You know I want you too, right?” you rasp, repositioning your knees and building the pace, grinding down into his lap, spurred on by the wet hiss beneath your ear. “Feel that?”

Crossing his arms around the small of your back, as if to tether himself, Reigen tries to mirror your rhythm. Bending at an awkward angle, you hook your fingers beneath his chin and force him to look at you, never faltering. You take it in— Reigen isn’t conventionally attractive by any means but that somehow played to his charm. Now, with his pupils blown, lashes damp and clumped into little spikes, hair clinging to the thin sheen of sweat across his forehead, you have to admit the view is quite a good one.

His lips part for breath, tongue peeking between his canines. There’s something intense in his gaze and it looks like a plea that you want to instinctively chase, hyper aware of how simple it would be to kiss him. You keep him there a while longer, mouths brushing with each rise and fall of your hips, until a whine breaks the tension.

“Please”.

You meet in the middle in a free fall. Crude wet sounds reverberate throughout the room. You think you can taste the lingering flavour of peppermint as you pluck your name from his throat, mapping out the grooves of his teeth, directionless and sloppy.

With surprising strength he holds you tight to his front and anchors your hips to begin frantically rutting up into your heat. His eyes roll back and close, lashes casting a thin shadow over his red cheeks. You watch in awe, mumbling disjointed praises as he surrenders to it; his surroundings fall away until you’re the only thing left— trapped in his clutches, being humped like a pillow.

Reigen shudders. He moans unabashedly and the hair on your arms stands on end as it frissons through your body, throbbing between your thighs. You rock forward with the force of his hips, gasping at the sudden bang behind you where his feet kick out and hit the coffee table. Years of pent up arousal spills into his pyjama pants, saturating the thin fabric enough to feel it sticky through your shorts.

“Holy shit Arataka,” you mumble, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead as you lean back and look where your bodies align— where he’s still slowly grinding against you, hissing through the sensitivity. “Wait. You don’t need to—”

“I can keep going,” he insists breathily. While his voice is weak and unconvincing, his expression is set into familiar false confidence to bury what is likely embarrassment. You knew him well enough to guess what he was thinking. Probably suffocating in unfounded embarrassment and scorning himself for not following some self implemented rule of making his partner cum first.

His slow, purposeful friction is hard to ignore. “Okay,” petting his cheek with one hand, you concede. The other descends his torso, a finger slipping under his waistband, grazing the hair leading down his navel.

“Take these off first”.

The choice is easy.

[ieathumanorgans]

your soft gummy walls clutched around his cock like a death grip that chose not to let go. he’s whimpering more than anything, you loved the sound of his whimpers, his pants, his moans. you loved it all. your pussy sucked in his cock so well you had him crying for more when you stopped bouncing because he thrusted into you. you tied him up after that and drained his balls into your womb.

—

sanji vinsmoke, geto suguru, ichigo kurosaki, reigen arataki.

[normal-person-i-promise]

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 Reigen. 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 Reigen'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 Reigen 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 Reigen 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, Reigen'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 Reigen 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—"

Reigen 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 Reigen.

Continue this later?

You mouth, studying his face for a reaction.

He nods briskly.

[luffyvace]

✌︎ Sitting in Reigen’s lap hcs ✌︎

This mini series of mine + a character/anime I haven’t written for yet 😎

I love Reigen. I love him <3 and I know his fans are THIRSTY so come get some water ⛲️

Honestly?

Reigen looooves when you sit on his lap!

but only in private <3

it strokes his ego and makes him feel superior

not necessarily to you just in general

like he’s a somebody 😭

idk it just makes him feel proud

his mom loves him but…..she never thought he would settle down with someone

more like someone would settle down with him

so now that he has you here and now, sitting on his lap?

yeah he feels like some sort of sigma 🗿

brags to practically everyone he’s knows and shows you off

but that’s off topic

back to the part where he doesn’t like pda

He just doesn’t like it because he feels vulnerable

And it embarrasses him

especially in front of mob

thats his successor!!

and whenever he arrives it’s time to get to work!

don’t sit on his lap now he’s got work!

- Reigen

at home it’s completely okay for you to sit on his lap at any time!

Eating, at the computer, reading, whatever!

as long as he’s alone and trying to do something it’s 100% a go

if you try to sit on him in public he’ll ease you off and put a hand around your waist instead

that way you still get the affection you seek and your close but it’s not a big gesture for everyone to see

he’s the “Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century!” - Reigen

he cant be seen being open and affectionate!

the first time you sat on him he was very caught off guard and choked on his water

he was blushing but trying to be smooth about it

he quickly put on his cool persona and started flirting to counter his previous reaction

”I’m sure your grateful! Because your certainly lucky to be sitting on the World’s Greatest Psychic’s lap!” 😉

he also prefers it if you sit facing opposite of him oddly enough

i feel this because then we he sits up to his desk he can pull up to it more

but that’s mostly when he’s working

otherwise he lets you decide

he’s never really the one to offer either

not because he doesn’t want you to

he just doesn’t think about it

plus he just lets you come and go as you please :)

he figures when you want to—you will

although I will say if you stop doing it for a while he’ll freak out a bit and wonder if you guys are drifting apart 🤦‍♀️

anyway

he also prefers if you sit on both legs

yeah that was kinda random but i just wanted to say it

if you ever sit on just one though, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist

—And do note that he’s very prone to bouncing his leg while working

so if you get annoyed by that then yeah your better off sitting on both

*evil scientist cackle*

hope you enjoyed my hcs! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

[leakyweep]

Same Time Next Week? Reigen Arataka x Fem!Reader

A/N: yeah this was self indulgent sorry but i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did! i’ll be starting a tag list soon, so let me know if you wanna be part of that! also, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE B-B-BLOCKED :)

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, office sex, cunnilingus, fingering, sucking dick and cock like no big deal, quickie? sorta? serizawa totally knows lmao

Word count: 1.2K

As you walked in the door to the quaint office of Spirits and Such, you couldn’t help but give the blonde man behind the main desk a knowing look. He matched your gaze as he stood up, smiling warmly.

“Ah, welcome in!” his voice was as it always was, loud and arrogant. Serizawa didn’t so much as look up from his schoolwork as you sauntered up to the man’s desk, winking slightly. He confirmed your “name and appointment time” before leading you back to his consultation room.     

As soon as you two walked in and closed the door, your lips were crashing against each other quickly and sloppily, two sets of hands desperately reaching for shirts and belts. His lips were hurried, but soft as he kissed you, his hands pulling your button-up off and your own fingers unbuckling his belt.

Reigen was your... friend with benefits, you supposed. It had started when you two met a bar, and hasn’t stopped since. He had to keep you under the guise of customer, so he did all the theatrics as to not tip off his dark-haired coworker. Although you two did your best to be quiet, Serizawa was more observant than you both gave him credit for. 

As the kiss escalated and clothes were forgotten, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his desk, eyes rolled to the back of your head as the blonde slowly kissed down your abdomen to the place you wanted- needed him most. 

“Arataka,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. The tone was dripping in lust, as soft as velvet. “fuck.”

He smiled against your hot skin as he finally made it between your legs, kneeling onto the floor to be level with your dripping cunt. It was throbbing, and you needed some kind of friction as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. “Ah.. you missed your appointment last week. Where were you?” His voice was teasing as he looked up to your gaze. He almost sounded jealous. He ran a finger softly down your slick, a barely there touch. A soft gasp escaped your lips.

“Maybe I found another blonde business man to fuck me while he’s at work,” you joked, a smirk playing across your lips. His brows furrowed, a devilish smirk of his own on his face. 

“But can he do this like I can?” He asked confidently, his tongue finally making contact with your clit. He rolled it around his tongue, teasing you before attaching his lips around your slit. his velvety muscle traveling up and down your wet. You moaned softly, his name escaping your lips as his tongue finally inserted into your entrance. 

“No, fuck- no one can,” you praised, fingers tangling into his blonde hair. You felt his cocky smile against your slit, rolling your eyes playfully as he continued his assault on your pussy. His pace quickened, his tongue being replaced with his fingers as they prodded at your entrance. He inserted two fingers, soft squelches from your sex filling the room. It turned both of you on more than you thought. 

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, babygirl.” His voice was strained as his fingers quickened, bumping your g-spot with each thrust. It had you gasping and clutching the man’s blonde hair as you could feel the spring in your core coil tightly. The sound of his slurps and grunts through your cunt pushed you further, being totally overthrown by your pleasure and lust.

“Rei, ‘m gonna-” your tone was soft as you were cut off by your own moan, clamping your hand over your mouth to stifle the sound of Reigen’s name being sung from your lips. Your toes curled as you bit your lip and groaned gently. He bit his lip, watching pleasure wash over your face as he rode you through your climax. 

You quickly clamored from his desk, kneeling in front of it as he stood. His dick stood at attention, precum beaded at the top. You licked your lips, taking the base of his cock in your hand and connecting your mouth to the swollen tip, sucking the precum from his slit. He moaned, one of his hands reaching down to hold the back of your head as you found a rhythm to suck him off to. 

The sounds of his cock choking you and his groaning and grunting filled the room. He quickly pulled out from your mouth, grabbing your hand to desperately pull you up from the ground. He hastily pushed your hips against his desk, your torso laying on the desk with your ass in the air. He gave it a quick smack before prodding your entrance with his cock. You craned your neck to look back at him with half-lidded eyes.

“You missed this pussy, didn’t you?” you teased, biting your lip. “Who else’s pussy is this good for, Rei?” you pushed your hips back, brushing his tip against your entrance before it slid down your wet. Your hips jerked back as you felt him run the tip from your clit to your entrance, grunting as he pushed in all the way to the hilt. 

His hand found your hair as he gave you a second to bottom out, his length filling your pussy and stretching it deliciously. “You have such a perfect pussy, I can’t deny,” he chuckled, a lust-filled sparkle in his eyes. You moaned softly, feeling his hips press you against the desk. He pulled out slowly, snapping his hips back to fill you up quickly, and hard. You moaned, gripping the edges of his desk. 

His pace quickened as he rocked his hips back slowly and then snapping them forward in a sudden motion, his length pulling and pushing against your sensitive walls. Soft, wet smacks surrounded the two as things started to heat up, sweat beading on Reigen’s brow as his pace was fast and merciless. You could tell he had missed you last week by the way he desperately shoved his cock as far into you as possible. His hands pulled your hair, bringing you up to arch your back into an almost U shape. 

“Fuck,” He breathed through grunts of your name, his hips stuttering as he got closer to his climax. You encouraged him by throwing your hips back to meet his in the rhythm he had going. A strangled moan left his mouth as he buried his dick as deep as it would go into your pussy, coating your walls in his warm fluid. 

You came simultaneously, soft praises of his name leaving your lips for the second time that day. Your walls fluttered around his already spent cock, milking him for everything he had. He kept his cock there for a moment before pulling out slowly, his cum dripping from your pussy down your legs. 

After getting cleaned up and making sure each of you looked put together, you walked out of his office, feigning an innocent smile. 

“So, (y/n), same time next week?” He asked, his voice now filled with that arrogance and professionalism before. They put on a good guise, smiling and waving goodbye to each other as you left the office. 

However, Reigen couldn’t miss that gleam in Seri’s eyes as he walked past. 

[stupidlittlespirit]

Rating: NSFW, mdni Type: Drabble Tags: Dry humping, no use of pronouns for reader, messy kissing, premature ejaculation, making out Word count: 1129 My other works: here on tumblr and here on Ao3! Making out with Reigen on the couch (Have this small kissy drabble I cranked out before the gym today!)

Reigen is a clumsy kisser.

He's desperate and messy, and every time you make out with him, he clings to you like he's drowning. Bumping noses, clashing teeth, biting lips, he's hardly graceful in his movements.

When he'd made the first move on your second date, he had very nearly headbutted you with his lack of grace.

Still, his lack of experience had been endearing and after some time, when he'd calmed down from the excitement of knowing that his feelings weren't just reciprocated but desperately hoped for, you'd been able to encourage him to relax a little, and soon enough he had become putty in your hands.

Early on, it had been clear he had an oral fixation. Reigen is bad at hiding his feelings, no matter how much he pretends to be cool headed, and you had noticed it almost immediately.

Watching your mouth when you spoke aloud, staring when you bit your lips, his interest had been blatant from the start. You'd even tested it one warm, sunny evening after work with the help of a melon ice pop from the conbini. The poor thing could hardly carry a conversation at the sight of your lips wrapped around the frozen treat, enraptured as the lolly slipped in and out and in again, gliding into your mouth with practised skill, and the theory had been confirmed in ten seconds flat.

Tonight is date number six. The open invite to hang out at his for a movie marathon had been a transparent cover for an excuse to be alone with you, but you hardly mind. He's always fun to be around, whether you're relaxing or heavy petting, and you'll never say no to him.

Reigen is pliant under you as you sit in his lap, mouths interlocked for the fourth make-out session in barely a couple of hours.

His lips are slick with spit, bitten a cherry red, and they glide against your own with every slow, languid kiss.

The terrible B movie that's playing on TV in the background is drowned out in favour of the wet sounds of kissing, punctuated by Reigen's soft moans and your whispery sighs of satisfaction.

You can feel that he's hard through his jeans and when you pull back a little from his mouth to praise his improvement, he twitches against your crotch.

"You're so good at this now," you murmur, smiling.

Reigen, flushed and dazed, looks up at you through half-lidded eyes. "I think I still need more practise." He grins, crooked.

"Oh?" You laugh softly, pressing another kiss to his half open mouth, then another and another until he's dragging you back down, his hands tangled in your hair and his eyes fluttering shut.

Reigen had confessed to you on the second date that he had never done much more than kiss another person, and even in that, his experience extended to roughly two people in his near thirty years.

He's inexperienced in all of this and you've decided that it's your job to bring him out of his shell. Reigen is nervous and shy about sex, embarrassed about his lack of ability, and although it's no problem for you, you don't want him to feel scared of exploring it. There's no reason for him to feel shy but you won't ask more of him than he's willing to give.

The open-mouthed kisses heat up slowly; your hands slip up from his chest to cradle the side of his face, and your tongue timidly presses against his.

It's a test. Again, everything you've tried with him so far has been snail-paced. Reigen's comfort is paramount and he's happy to discover what he likes gradually. Tonight, you want to see if he's ready to move further along.

Reigen's breathing hitches, but he doesn't move away. Bravely, he touches his tongue to yours and at the contact, he groans. The moment is short and sweet, and you begin to pull away to give him some space, but Reigen isn't interested in stopping.

His hands drop to your waist and tighten against the flesh to prevent you from leaving, and he silences your sound of surprise with his own tongue this time.

The kiss becomes wetter, spit swapping from your mouth to his, and once he finds the rhythm he wants, Reigen is off and away.

He keens underneath you, breathing hard through his nose, and the new style of making out must bolster his confidence because his typically hesitant-to-touch attitude is tossed to the wind as he grabs at your ass, brazen and wanting.

The unexpected contact makes you rock your hips forward and Reigen bucks up to meet you with his own. His cock pushes up against the thin fabric of your clothing again and you can feel a heat growing between your legs.

You allow him to control the pace. If he wants to turn this into something more than just kissing, you're certainly not going to stop him.

A gentle nip at his lower lip and even more tongue has him squirming and shuddering, his hips bucking upward to seek the friction of you.

Reigen's breathing is laboured and deep through his nose, hot breath damp against your cheek, head turning from side to side with every other pass of your tongue on his.

He makes a soft whine, then a gasp, and he chokes out a curse and a warning all at once. "Fuck, I'm gonna-!"

Reigen cries out, broken and loud, and his cock jerks once, twice, three times until the fabric under you suddenly feels slicker than it had.

He holds you close as you kiss him through his orgasm, murmuring your approval and revelling in his bruising grip until finally, he collapses back against the couch, panting hard and bright red.

Reigen looks drunk. His hair is messy, his cheeks pink, and there's a glassy glaze in his eyes that comes with either alcohol or sex. You're over the moon that it's from the latter.

"M'sorry," Reigen mumbles, sheepish. "It was an accident, I-."

You smile, wide and excited. "Got carried away?"

Reigen seems embarrassed, but he nods.

You lean forward and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I like it when you do that."

He perks up slightly. "Yeah?"

"I don't think you know how hot it is that you can cum from just kissing...." You say, running a hand through his hair to ruffle it further.

Reigen snorts, and though he seems bashful, he can't help the grin that splits his face. "I think I can cum from anything if it's with you."

You match his smile, proud and pleased, and then you're pressing yourself down into the mess with a laugh. "I think we ought to test that...."

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader but she’s not really there, masturbation, reigen keeps videos, oral sex ( m!receiving ), probably poorly written reigen, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ big big special thankies to @arabaka for not only introducing me to reigen but also giving me advice about his characterization and helping me get to know him better 🥺. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

Reigen is so sloppy when he jacks off. that’s why he typically prefers to lie in bed, moaning your name, that way he can ruin his own sheets, or roll over on to his stomach to hump against the mattress. his sweat and cum mingle on the bedding, cheeks red and glistening, eyes closed as he digs his fingers into his pillow, rutting, needy. he imagines you under him, legs spread and eyes glassy like they get when he pounds you hard. he likes to make you go dumb on his cock, and remember how you drooled and begged him, later when he’s alone.

but every now and then, the urge for you rears its head while he’s at the office.

and that’s what the videos are for.

so that he might find himself sprawled in his chair, legs spread wide and cock jabbing upwards, pink-tipped and throbbing, coated in the spit in his palm as he strokes himself silly with one hand, and grips his phone tightly in the other. the audio is cranked, and the way your visage slurps as you worship his tip on the video before him is forcing his breathing to catch in his throat. you were always so damn eager to suck him off, and he was way more than willing to let you.

“So cute… how are you s-so cute when you—” he grunts to himself, and when your tongue glides against his slit on the screen, Reigen mimics, pressing his thumb against the sensitive hole and rubbing back and forth, just the way you would. he groans in the back of his throat, and his eyes threaten to close, but he wants to watch so bad, they simply flutter instead, lids heavy. after a moment of teasing himself, he watches your mouth open wide, and he elicits a soft, happy whimper when the squishy head slips in. he can remember exactly how the inside of your mouth feels, and he attempts to imitate the sensation by enveloping his cock tip with his palm, tightening his grip around the frenulum to simulate the tight, stretch of your plushy lips. your eyes, though zeroed in on the camera as he films you, go hazy when his dick fills your mouth, and Reigen’s hips push forward, fucking his own hand and the air, simultaneously, breathing ragged. he loves that look on your face— when your senses are overwhelmed, and all you can see, smell, and taste is his sex; it’s as if the moment his cock slips in, your brain turns off.

when your head starts to bob, up and down, Reigen has to shift, changing the pace and angle of his stroking, smearing spit and the beading precum over his cock as he pumps furiously to keep up with the rhythm you’d set a few nights prior. the cocktail dribbles along the edges of his fly, soaking a ring of wetness against his gray pants, but he doesn’t care, he’s too caught up in it. jaw hanging slack, cheeks cherry red, his breathing comes and goes in furious, strangled puffs in between gargling, desperate moaning.

“Pretty, little cocksucker… my pretty girl, so f—fucking talented with that, hng, soft mouth a’yours…” perspiration runs in racing stripes down his temple, over his cheeks, and streams on his throat as a prominent vein bulges there, a telltale sign that he was inching closer to release. Reigen can hear his own voice over the recording, begging you to suck it, pleading for you to suck his cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters to you, and he can tell by the dizzy look on your face, that it is.

“P-please, oh— shit, ‘s good… you make me feel so, so good!” Reigen hunches forward, closer to the screen as his strokes become erratic, squeezing his tip and then bucking his hips to slide through his slick palm, fucking it like it was your throat. seeing the digital clone of his dick disappear, only to watch your cheeks bulge and your eyes roll back in your head, he’s teetering on the edge of a big orgasm, a needy one, but when you start to cluck with each thrust, Reigen knows that must’ve been about the time he was battering your gag reflex, and he lost it.

furiously pistoning his fist up and down his own length, he forgets where he’s at. he forgets himself, and becomes a grunting, panting, whimpering mess of taut muscles and rutting. “That’s it, y-yes, yes, yes!”

falling back against his office chair, his knees spread, the muscles in his arm burns, but he can’t stop, he can’t ease up off this brutal rhythm until the first spurts of his release erupt from his swollen, twitching cock. a flustered gasp, one in the form of your name, escapes his lips, and so does a small trickle of drool, as the first streamers land against his phone screen, dripping on and obscuring your euphoric expression. Reigen gargles a contented moan, his fist running up to wring at his tip, extracting more of his load in a milking fashion, until it splatters on his abdomen, staining his suit and dampening the white shirt underneath. what he had left to siphon out of his tender, softening cock dribbled out from his slit and oozed down along his shaft while he panted like a wild animal, globbing in the patch of golden hair at his base.

the video ends, and he’s too worn out to do much but allow his phone to clatter against his desk, twitching and bathing in afterglow. his office smells of his sweat and sex, and he closes his eyes, taking a ragged, satiated breath.

he still can’t believe the power you hold over him, how you make him a depraved, base fool. just the thought of you is enough to have his cock twitching again, and he groans, running the pad of his thumb over the throbbing vein nearest the base. “Already?” he asked aloud, incredulous at just how willing his body was to spring back and demand your attention. he would have to rub at least one more out before he could focus long enough to get through the rest of his work day.

but he would still be desperate enough that you would get the fuck of your life when he got home.

[virtual-bunny]

Reigen and Gojo friendship, the world is not ready for you

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. masturbation. ends with voyeurism.

reigen catching you masturbating. he told you that very same morning he'd be home late; what's the lock on the front door doing wriggling and the keys jingling just outside!?

make no mistake, you both have had sex; reigen's been nothing but insatiable and needy since the day you punched his v-card but masturbating has always been time for you and well... you won't deny, society's misogynistic view of women's self pleasure has unfortunate leaked into your own life, making you feel shameful and dirty when you hear the door creek open and certainly not giving you enough time to hide your toys and get dressed.

you gulp. maybe this is what you need to break that fucking appalling stereotype. your heart speeds up, no- starts banging against your bones. but now that you've surrendered... you're aroused.

"hey babe, last client canceled at the last minute. the least they can do is call, isn't that the polite thing to do? anyways, what do you want for dinner? can make whatever you want." reigen announces, voice carrying down the short hall to the main room. he takes off his shoes, though now that he isn't causing such a ruckus... there's that all too familiar buzzing noise.

so he walks, each step feeling like heavier than the last while beads of sweat start collecting on his hairline. his cock hardens, prematurely but isn't that his trademark?

and when he talks in, boy what a sight. there you are, legs bent and spread with your fingers working your sloppy cunt. you hear reigen's body slow. "hey baby," you coo, moaning as you curl your fingers into your mushy sweet spot while your other hand makes sure your pussy lips are spread for his viewing pleasure.

"mmm, well don't you look appetizing?" reigen starts with a groan, pink tongue swiping his lips. "need my help?" he says so hushed, voice a little hoarse from how parched his throat got from just wanting you. your thighs, god how he wants to mark them. needs to. his teeth ache, wanting to sink into the fat of your body.

but you shush him, so coquettishly too. "why don't you watch for a bit?" the heat rises to your face. you were so scared a minute ago but your eyes have met the tight strain in his gray slacks and you've always had quite the craving for his taste. "sit. 'n see how much i missed you."