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Reigen relaxed over you, panting heavily as sweat dripped from the nape of his neck down his spine. Softly, he nestled into the crook of your neck and tried to catch his breath. You could tell his face was flushed red as a beet, but to be fair, you were pretty heated too. You hummed pleasantly as you basked in the afterglow, relaxing your fingers as you realized with a laugh that they were still clawed and pressed against your boyfriend's lower back. Smoothly, you instead wrapped your arms around his sweaty neck and laid a trail of light kisses down the side of his head, feeling him chuckle and run his hand up from your hip all the way to your head, entangling his fingers with your hair.
You shivered as he pulled out, and you kept your legs wrapped around his hips as he rolled the two of you onto your sides. It was impossible to stop the smile that spread across your face as he unburied his face from your neck and rested his head on the pillow. He looked beautiful- face flushed and a little shiny, dazed grin stretching slightly swollen lips, dark eyes lidded and pupils blown wide.
"You're so preeeeeetty," he murmured, scooting forward and rubbing his nose against yours. "And you sounded so pretty too," he added, waggling his eyebrows and squeezing your thigh with the hand still on your hip.
"Mmhmm, you did too," you said, and Reigen flushed a little darker and laughed to himself. He'd made it clear many times he liked you to be vocal when you were intimate, but you quite liked when he expressed his enjoyment as well. Not to mention, he did have a habit of dirty talk, which drove you absolutely crazy. That didn't make for many quiet evenings, but that was the way you liked it.
You were prepared to snuggle into his arms when you felt a very familiar sensation down below, the inside of your thighs beginning to become wet and sticky. You were confused as to what liquid it might be until you realized that it was most likely Reigen that was leaking out of you. Frowning, you sat up in bed (much to your boyfriend's chagrin) and scooted to the edge and began an uncoordinated pilgrimage to the bathroom. "Be right back, gotta go ooze."
You glanced back and noticed with great satisfaction the disgusted look on Reigen's face. "Do you have to call it oozing?"
"Oh, but of course!" you laughed, stumbling into the bathroom and plopping down on the toilet leaving the door open. "If I don't call it oozing, what's the point in anything?"
"I don't even want you to get outta bed!" he replied, switching subjects since he knew that there was no point in arguing the phrasing for the millionth time.
"Well I wouldn't have to if you had let me lay down a towel, but somebody had to fuck right that second." You reminded him sternly, but truthfully you were pleased when you had returned home from grocery store to find yourself pressed up against the fridge by one very aroused Reigen Arataka. "Babe, either we lay a towel down or I ooze. I'm not gonna wash the sheets every morning! We fuck way too much for that to be an option!"
You heard him grumble in reluctant agreement- he always weaseled his way out of laundry duty and he didn't even try to hide it anymore. You couldn't count the number of times you had dragged that man to the laundry room in order to get him to start doing it only to somehow end up bent over the dryer with his face between your legs. He had a silver tongue that let him get out of just about anything, be it with words or otherwise.
"I squeeze my-" Reigen began suddenly, but cut himself off laughing. If you leaned forward a bit, you could peer through the doorway and see the blue light of your phone reflecting off his face. He kept a flip phone, but would occasionally use your smartphone to check his social media. You had no issue with him knowing your password, considering he didn't even have one on his phone, and him starting to use social media more kicked off his true introduction to internet culture. He had a habit of just reading things out loud without any context, because in his opinion it was funnier that way. He was right.
"I squeeze my girl when she on her period 'cuz she my lil ketchup packet."
The sound that came out of you was less like a laugh and more like a bark, spurring on the man's giggling even further. The force of your laughter caused Reigen's mess to slip- no, ooze- out of you at an increased pace. Ew.
"If I did that to you would you hit me?" he asked, sitting up in bed and meeting your eyes as you peered around the doorway.
"I'm on birth control, I don't get a regular period anymore," you said, and thank god that you were. Judging by the amount of time you had to spend draining after just a couple rounds, the man could get you pregnant with a funny look. "But I can be your mayo packet~"
"Oh my god! " He fell back onto the pillows and you could hear his wheezing laugh as the sheets began to rustle. Your heart fluttered, even after this long, because his laugh was so cute. After a minute you heard the telltale chk chk chk of a lighter, and the familiar smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the door. When you had first moved in together, you'd admonished him for smoking inside so often, but after proving to be uncharacteristically tidy about his smoking habits (perhaps because of your presence) you let it go.
"Do you have any smokers in your family?" Reigen asked suddenly, apparently thinking on a subject in the same vein as you.
"Hmm... yeah, a few," you said. The flow of Reigen's handiwork between your thighs was beginning to slow considerably, and you relaxed a little more in the hopes of being finished soon. "Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," he replied. "I mean, you didn't ever comment on the cigarette smell on me or in my apartment before we moved in together. Or ever, really."
"Well, I was impartial to the smell before I met you. Now I kind of like it," you admitted, cleaning your legs and flushing the mess down. "It reminds me of you."
When you swung out of the doorway, you noticed his face was nearly as flushed as it was when you had left a few minutes before, a soft smile stretched across it. You could feel your heart skip a beat when he realized you were looking at him, and quickly occupied himself with scrolling on some app on your phone. Holy shit, he was quite literally the cutest man on the planet sometimes. As you walked back to bed he paused his scrolling, his face twisting with confusion, then shock, then amusement.
"That lasagna looks crisp," he said, stifling a laugh.
"That's my daughter!" you exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and crawling up to slip under the covers and cuddle up next to your boyfriend. His surprise was followed by a short, sharp laugh. "I've seen that one."
Despite his disappointment that he couldn't be the one to give you a quality meme, he wrapped a hand around your waist and carefully held his cigarette away from you as he rolled a little closer.
"I missed you!" he whined, pitch high and voice needy. "I got so cold, you took forever!"
"Okay, counterpoint: I don't think I was gone longer than like five minutes, and we talked the whole time."
"Counter-counterpoint: That was too long," he argued, nuzzling into the top of your head. Lightly you giggled, and pressed your head to his heart. With half-lidded eyes you watched him scroll down his feed, pointing out something funny every so often. He'd become surprisingly adept with internet culture, going so far as to make references to shitposts when you were alone. Especially when it was not convenient or appropriate to be laughing.
"Hey babe?"
"Mhm?" He took a long draw from his cigarette and his dark eyes flicked down to you.
"How would you feel about getting a dog?" you asked, and you felt him jolt in surprise. When you looked up, his face was slack with surprise, but quickly melted into a toothy grin.
"Hell yeah! I've wanted a dog forever but, well, my old apartment was too small."
"Yeah, I know, you go feral every time you see a dog on the street because you wanna pet it so badly," you snickered, and Reigen was forced to laugh along with you because he couldn't deny the truth of the statement. "We have to get one from a shelter, though. No breeders."
"I know, I know. We should still get a dog young enough that when our kids get older they'll be able to remember him," he said absentmindedly, watching the smoldering end of his cigarette.
"When?" you quirked an eyebrow, and he shot you a quizzical look that quickly melted into embarrassment.
"I- uh- well, what I meant was- o-obviously it'd be after we get married... shit, I mean, if you want that, I mean," he stammered, face beet red and noticeably getting a little more fidgety. He cleared his throat and busied himself with sucking in smoke like it was the only thing he could breathe.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"No, it's fine, I get it- wait, you would want to marry me?" He coughed hard as he sucked in air a little to hard. The wide-eyed look Reigen shot you made your heart ache.
"I mean, when we're more financially stable, yeah, of course I'd want to spend the rest of my life with you," you confessed, face beginning to flush a little. "And I would want to have kids with you, and a dog. Or just the dog, it's the same thing."
The shakiest, most excited smile nearly cracked your boyfriend's face in half as he suddenly lurched forward and caught you in a giant hug, nuzzling into your neck and laying an absolutely obscene amount of kisses anywhere he could reach. It tickled like all hell and you giggled uncontrollably and weakly beat on his back. When he finally settled down, you could feel a wet heat on his hidden face and how he was slightly trembling.
"Babe, what's wrong? Are you upset?" You attempted to pry him back, but he was stronger and held himself firmly in place.
"No, it's- I'm happy," he said, voice shaky and thick. "I just... I never thought I'd have, y'know, this . I guess I kind of thought that I didn't deserve someone like you, a-and don't say that's not true! I'm just so happy to have even met someone like you, let alone to have you be willing to spend your life with me and all that mushy shit. I love you. A lot."
His genuine confession made you unexpectedly tear up a little, and though your throat burned you laid a sweet kiss on the crown of his head and rested your chin there. "I'm the lucky one, Taka. You're funny, and kind, and while you're a jackass you're surprisingly intelligent. You mean the world to me." you assured him quietly. "Not to mention, I think you'd make a great dad."
"Do you think so?"
"'Course I do. I mean, I kind of thought you were Shigeo-kun's dad for the first few weeks after we met, so you make a pretty solid father figure."
"I wouldn't mind a son, but... I would want a daughter."
Your eyebrows flew up a bit. "Why's that?"
"She'd be adorable, since she'd look like you," he said, pulling away to look at you. Even though his eyes were slightly pink and his cheeks were flushed, his normal teasing lilt was penetrating the thickness of his voice. "And have you seen me in disguise? I make a very beautiful lady."
"Oh ho ho, prettier than me?"
"Almost," he joked, reaching past you to put out his cigarette in an ashtray on the nightstand. When he leaned back, he shot you an uneven smirk. "Only the greatest psychic of the twenty-first century could even approach your level of beauty, you know."
His face lightened at your snort, and he laid back. You readily snuggled closer and he pulled the duvet over you.
"Hey, if we get comfy, we can't get up to get ready for bed..."
"We can do it in the morning," he suggested, ignoring the impracticality of the statement. You would have protested further, but he gently pressed his lips against yours, softly wrapping his arms around you and entangling your legs together. He tasted like salt and cigarettes in the very best way, and you couldn't help but sigh and bury your head in his chest when he pulled away.
The exhaustion of your nighttime activities and the warmth of your boyfriend made your eyelids flutter closer and closer together, and his deep breathing soothed you. The minute he began to trace light circles on your back with his fingernails you knew it was over. Nope, there was no way in hell you were getting up now.
The minutes melted into one another as you were tugged closer and closer to sleep, and you felt him unlock your phone behind you and start scrolling again. Suddenly, you felt his chest rumble with shocked laughter, and he mumbled something to you. "What did you say?" you questioned.
"I said, did you pee when you went to the bathroom earlier?"
"What, are you into piss now?" you chuckled. To your surprise, Reigen pushed you back and gave you the most dead serious look you'd ever seen on him.
"Answer the question, [Name]." he said sternly, hands gripping your shoulders.
"No, I didn't. Why?" You were beginning to grow nervous.
"Why didn't you?"
"I just didn't have to, why the fuck is this so important?" He flipped the screen of the phone to you revealing an image of a blue hedgehog PSA that shocked you into silence. He looked you in the eyes, and in the most monotone, earnest voice you'd ever heard uttered six words that sent you absolutely reeling.
"Sonic says always pee after sex."