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Reigen had a problem, and that problem was you.
Or rather, his feelings for you.
It all started when Mob began high school, his school workload increased and he more often than not had to stay home after class to study rather than help Reigen out at Spirits and Such, and that was okay! Reigen understood, he’d been learning not to be so selfish and prioritize himself over Mob’s grades, but with him being gone and Serizawa busy with night school, Reigen had to bite the bullet and put out an ad in the paper for a full time psychic.
It had been harder than expected, he hadn’t gotten very many applicants, probably because of his “cancellation”- as Tome called it- even though it had all been mostly cleared up, it seemed the memory still sat in the back of people’s minds when they saw him, along with that damn gif of him chucking salt on the kid in the wheelchair. He’d been getting mostly weird calls from kids asking about Battletoads or people claiming they could time travel, which to be honest he wasn’t actually sure if psychics could actually do that but didn’t THINK they could, when you walked in.
Godamn.
You walked in full of the confidence and swagger he’d come to learn was pretty common in espers with above average talent, and when he asked for a demonstration of your abilities you just shrugged and levitated everything in his office that wasn’t bolted down. Reigen knew right then he needed you on his team and practically hired you on the spot. However, it wasn’t until the first job with you that the trouble started.
You and Reigen responded to a house call with a particularly irate spirit that had an affinity for knife tossing, and he found himself ducking behind the kitchen island with you, inwardly cursing himself for dragging you along on such a rough first job, but did you hesitate? No sir, at the first opportunity you had grabbed one of the knives that had been tossed at you, hopped over the kitchen island and drove it into the spirit’s eye, exorcising it immediately.
And Reigen had never been harder in his fucking life.
It was just from seeing you in action, he told himself, he’d always had a bit of a thing for tough women, when he was a preteen he’d watched Alien for the first time with his parents and sister and had had to run to the bathroom claiming food poisoning after seeing Ripley fight the xenomorph. It was just a one time thing, he’d get more used to it the more he went out on jobs with you.
Yeah, he did not get used to it. Reigen had almost begun to dread coming out on calls with you because afterwards he’d be left with the worlds most persistent erection, and achy thighs from him constantly tensing them to redirect the blood away from his stupid dick.
Then to make matters worse, Reigen realized it was more than just a physical attraction, he actually LIKED spending time with you in the office. He liked your wicked sense of humor, the way you knew the words to almost all the oldies songs that came on the radio, the way you got fired up at every little injustice you saw on the news, hell he even liked arguing with you. It was one day when you were screaming at him that he was going to die of food poisoning if he didn’t stop eating bread after cutting the moldy pieces off (“nuh uh!” he’d argued back “just because it’s on a small part doesn’t mean the whole thing is infected!”) that he’d realized he was absolutely fucked.
He liked you, and he liked you a lot.
And there were a lot of problems with this.
One, although you were only a couple years younger than him, he was still your boss. The thought of becoming at all like one of those creep ass Harvey Weinstein-esque boss made him cringe.
And two, Reigen wasn’t the most… experienced man. No, he wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t exactly swimming in pussy. The last time he’d gotten laid was what? 7 years ago? 8? It had been during his last relationship with some girl he’d dated for maybe 3 months back when he worked at the water cooler company. Honestly, since starting his own business sex had been the last thing on his mind, his focus had entirely been on trying to run a successful company and help Mob navigate life. In fact, before you he’d been perfectly content with just his hand and Pornhub to satisfy his more basic desires.
Now you were all Reigen thought about.
He was thinking about you one evening after work while lying on the couch, it had been the first actually hot day of the year, and you’d come in with some of the cutest high waisted shorts on that showed off a delicious amount of leg. Reigen vaguely wondered what it’d be like to kiss his way up your legs to the soft skin in between your thighs, when his cock began to stir. He sighed, great, there was laundry to do, bills that needed to be paid, he had to be an adult, but here he was fantasizing about you, again.
Reigen groaned as he stood up and moved to go sit at his computer desk to find something to jerk off to, sitting back in the chair with a leg up, languidly stroking himself to full hardness. None of his usual favorite videos were doing it for him right now, and god if that wasn’t annoying. Reigen paused his ministrations for a moment and leaned forward in a way that he knew that if you’d seen him, you’d be telling him to sit up and save his back. It could be annoying sometimes when you’d go mom mode on him, but at the same time it was sweet, it made him feel cared for.
“Fuck, y/n…” Reigen moaned, and then paused, he hadn’t even realized he’d started stroking himself again, but he had. And good god, not only had he done that, he’d moaned your fucking name, and it had just made him harder, your name had just tasted so sweet falling from his lips. No, no he couldn’t do this, you didn’t deserve to be thought of like this, you were so nice- most of the time, you did have a mouth on you, something Reigen liked, but still, you got along great with Shigeo, and treated Serizawa with the utmost patience and kindness. Out of respect, as a coworker and friend, there was no way he could jerk off to you…
More than once.
Before Reigen truly thought about what he was doing, he had your Friendbook page pulled up and was scrolling through your pictures, looking for anything that’d do the trick. And boy, did he find it alright.
A wide grin spread across Reigen’s face when he found a picture of you in a bikini with your friends, you were on a beach somewhere, drink in hand, with a bit of a “I know something you don’t know” smirk on your face. Reigen felt his cock absolutely throb in his hand, and he tilted his head back and sighed.
“Haaah… y/n…”
Reigen began to stroke himself in earnest, he was so hard it hurt, the feeling of his hand on his cock was like scratching an itch that had been plaguing him all day. He stared at your legs in the picture, so long, he could just imagine you wrapping them around his waist, pulling him in slowly until he bottomed out inside you. You’d be so tight around him, so hot, god what he wouldn’t give to experience what it’d be like to split you open on his cock.
What would you whisper when he slid inside you, he wondered. Would you smirk at him, like you were in this picture, would you moan? Reigen could just imagine your hot breath tickling his ear, “Arataka” you’d whisper, and he’d have to fight off cumming prematurely hearing the way his name fell from your lips, soft like rain.
“Oh fff-god, just, y/n, please-“
He’d watch your face the entire time, dying to see the way youd gasp and arch yourself off the mattress as he filled you up with his cock in by inch. A bead of precum leaked from the tip of his cock, and Reigen smeared it around with his thumb before giving himself one long hard stroke that had him bucking into his own hand. Fucking hell, he couldn’t remember the last time jerking off felt this good, he usually just did it to relieve some stress, but this…
One hand on his cock, the other slid slowly up his body, up his softer-than-he’d-like-it-to-be belly, to his nipples, which stood erect in the cool darkness of his apartment, and gave one sensitive pink bud a tweak. Reigen was a little embarrassed to admit he liked his nipples played with, that was more of a girl thing, but in his fantasy you wouldn’t blink an eye, you’d gladly latch onto one, swirling your tongue around it and sucking until it was hard and swollen in your mouth. Maybe you’d give him a few hickeys around it for good measure, he would love that, seeing the reminders of the pleasure you gave him for days later, and every time he’d press down on the bruises you’d left he’d be taken back to the feeling of your mouth and teeth on him.
Reigen was moaning shamelessly now, your name coming out in short gasps in between curses, the want he had for you was quickly becoming a need. Reigen's free hand drifted up from his chest to the side of his neck, where his fingertips danced across his collarbones. His neck was another sensitive spot for him, and if he closed his eyes he could imagine his fingers were yours, could imagine you kissing your way up, your lips and tongue on the soft skin over his jugular.
Reigen’s cock was leaking pre all over his fingers, slickening the glide, there was so much of it and he knew he was close, that all too familiar pressure in his lower stomach close to boiling over, but it barely registered in his mind, he was just so lost in thinking about you, and all the ways he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to watch you ride him, watch your expression as you sheathed him inside you for the first time and watch your tits bounce as you did, but at the same time he wanted you bent over his desk so he could flip your skirt up and grind his cock against your clit, just so he could feel how wet he made you before he slipped in. Probably smack your ass too, if you were into that anyway.
Whatever position he imagined though he knew one thing for sure, he wanted to take his sweet damn time with you, because you deserved so much better than a quick fuck from an out of practice con artist, and if he ever got so lucky as to have you in his bed (or on his desk) he’d make sure to worship you. He wanted to know all your sweet spots, how to make you moan, make you gasp, make you cum. More than anything he wanted to be the one to make you arch your back off the mattress, grip the sheets till your knuckles turned white, drink in your moans and feel you squeeze and flutter around his cock as your climax washed over you. Reigen wouldn’t be able to hold back after that, he knew that much, to watch you cum, knowing he was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one responsible for your pleasure, he’d be following you right after.
And fuck, he could just picture it, your nails digging into his shoulders, his fingers grasping onto your thighs hard enough to bruise as he filled you to the brim with his seed, there’d be a lot of it, years worth of pent up desire. It’d drip out slowly, onto your thighs, onto the bed or carpet or whatever, it didn’t matter, he’d just sit back and admire the mess he made of you, admire the proof that yes, Reigen Arataka was the one who came inside you, was the one spilling out of you right now. Maybe you’d even taste it-
Oh god, that was it. It was over, it’d never been more fucking over for him.
“Y/n, fuuuuuck!” Reigen groaned, and with that he shot ropes all over his chest and stomach, and even through the haze of lust he knew it was way more than usual. Good lord, way more than usual. His vision practically whited out as he bucked a few more times into his hand, wringing out the last drops of pleasure he could before going limp in his computer chair, cum streaked across his torso. Reigen took a few deep shuddering breaths as the post nut clarity started to hit him. That was… that was so…
Gross.
He was so fucking gross.
“… Jesus Christ.” Reigen groaned, looking down at himself and the mess he made, he’d have to shower now, there weren’t enough wet paper towels in the world to clean up this absolute disaster. He looked up to see your picture still up on his computer monitor and immediately slapped his laptop shut, shame washing over him. He couldn’t fucking believe he’d just done that, jerked off to a picture of you. He’d jumped from creep straight to pervert territory, never again, he’d never lose control like this again, he swore it. Nope. Never again.
The next day Reigen walked into the office a bit late, trying to keep his head down, he was supposed to be working with you again today, how could he face you knowing what he did to your picture last night? And there you were, already putting some files away, this time wearing a skirt that fluttered around your thighs as you moved, straightening up the office before the first client came in.
“Oh hey, there you are,” you said as you glanced over at him, tucking some hair behind your ear, “you alright? You look like you had a rough night, something keep you up?”
“Yeah… you could say that.” Reigen said with a sheepish grin as he felt his cock twitch.
Fuck, this was going to be a long summer.