#mp100 x reader

But those rare times when he's on his best (read: better than usual) behavior, he gets to ask for anything.

He looked up at you through his lashes, a brow raised as if he was daring you to do something. His chest moved up and down harder as he squirmed around in his sweats, the bulge an obvious sign of what he wants.

He knows you want him to say it. He nearly scrunches his hair up in humiliation.

No way.

Your fingers tease him by running down his body, feathering over his v-line and tracing the imprint in his pants.

"H-hey." He glares weakly at your hands, his hips bucking up in the air as if it will it to move. "If-if you don't stop.. I'll leave..."

As if. Reigen thinks that if you stop, he'll go crazy.

You smile, cooing upon seeing his blown opened pupils, you could barely even see the beautiful brown color of them. His eyes widen when you palm him through his sweats, his body going red from the impact. "Look at the state of you.. you don't want me to stop-"

You push his shirt past his chest and he quickly gets the hint to hold it up for you, wrinkling the hem so tightly within his hold.

His pathetic attempt to shut down this allegation quickly died down when his eyes meet yours. The look you're giving him makes him shudder with pleasure.

Like you adore him.

You look so pretty kneeling in between his knees, his pants sporting a bigger pool of his precum as he twitches in them.

"-Right?" You mumbled with a tilt of your head.

He lets go of his shirt and runs his shaky hands down his stomach, no longer being able to stand this teasing. A groan is ripped out of his throat as you lightly grip onto his wrist and pull them away, pining them down on either side of his body.

You release his wrist and give him a pointed stare. "Keep still, rei'."

He could really only focus on your eyes. those pretty, gentle eyes of yours - looking at him like he's a god, someone to respect. He practically melts when your warm hand runs up his inner thigh to his hips, purposely avoiding his bulge.

You pull the band of his sweatpants back before watching them snap back in place. He jolts, timidly bucking into his pants and, in his way, your shirt, adding onto his desperation.

You lean down to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down his plushy stomach. His leg tenses and twitches, hands trembling so much he has to ball them up so you don't notice (a little too late, honestly), "I promise I'll make you feel so good."

Oh god, how he wants wants to be good. Just for tonight, only for you, just you.

So, he puts down his pride for just a couple of worthless seconds and swallows nervously.

"Touch me," He whispers, blood rushing down his nape. "...please."

"What's that?" You hum. Reigen grits his teeth, you know exactly what he's talking about. You're not dumb and surely, as far as he's aware, not deaf.

But he doesn't want to loose this.

A shiver runs down his spine, "touch me all over."

A trembling hand of his reaches down to lightly graze his boner, jumping at the contact. "Here [name], please."

He ignores the grin on your face and opts to place his hand back in place beside of him, taking ahold of the thin sheet underneath him.

He won.

He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this - his body stiffening and shaking like a leaf by your touch as you forced him to at least try to stay still.

You were denying him his right to come!

"Look at me," you grip his jaw in your hand. He's almost tempted to gasp in shock, "Don't take your eyes off of me."

You remove your hand and return it back to his chest, which is heaving rapidly, up and down, his breathing out of his control. While he isn't loud, his body says all he can't say. Filthy things he would never vocalize.

"Don't you like me, reigen?" he gives a weak nod, his tongue peaking out to lick and nip at his lips. You're sure he mumbled something along the lines 'love you s'much', but his rambling became incoherent at this point. "So look at me.."

His eye lids flutter shut without meaning to. His body fails to listen to his commands.

"Look at me, or i'll stop." You nearly prove your threat when he takes a second too long to respond. Your hold on him slowly loosening, until reigen quickly recovered to meet your eye.

"I'm looking!" he grunts out in a whiny tone, drawn out and breathy moans escaping him. "M'looking, okay?!"

"[Name]-" he tried calling out, except it came out as a broken and barely audible whimper. He tried again but got the same result as the last. His head was lolling to the side, fingers gripping the sheets with all his might.

You let this slide for the moment.

"[Na-], [name]!" he panted out, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as his eyelids close shut. White blinded his vision, it's as if he's going blind!

He hears a laugh from you. You're so close yet you sound so far away, muffled. You click your tongue softly, "aw, you can't even say my name properly!"

His body convulses with pleasure, and it worries you a bit when you spot his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheet. His veins were practically popping out!

"Want me to slow down?" You muttered softly, tracing your name on his skin as if marking him. The thought only spurred him on.

"Uh-huh.." he fights back weakly, his hips twitching, faster and deeper into your warm hand contradict his argument.

You smile at his cute antics and take his hand within your grasp. It's warm and clammy and you don't care when he starts gripping on it like its his lifeline.

"My pretty boy," Reigen mewls, his orange bangs, are sweaty and stuck to his forehead. He couldn't hold back his whine when you flick your wrist, thumbing his leaking slit.

He wants to cum.

He sniffles, nose red, his pretty eyes staring into yours with a shy look. He's gonna cry...

Cry, cry, cry.

You prayed, squeezing your thighs together as his eyes water.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Reigen begged with himself, unfortuantly, once he starts crying, he won't be able to stop.

His lips threaten to tremble.

"It's okay," reigen lets out a heavy breath of air. It almost sounds like a sob. "Let it out."

He thinks you're talking about his need to come. but when he takes notice of the small crazed glint in your eye, his own practically ends up having heart shapes in his.

He loves it.

Before he realized, tears had leaked out from his eyes and his flushed face. A sob tumbling past his red and swollen lips as you reach down to touch yourself over your clothes at the sight. He's crying!

"So pretty," you slur out, quickening your pace around him. "Love seeing you like this."

Reigen's shoulders quiver as he curls into himself, a series of 'ah, ahn, nngh's following. His hips loosing their fast paced rythmn and weakly bucking up as he decides to let you do the rest of the work.

He twists and turns, chest heaving and stuttering as silent cries leave him. He's having trouble breathing -

He's gonna die.

He really is gonna die.

Oh my god!

Just as he was on the verge of orgasm you pull away, hand going back on him only to give him a light pat on the head as if he was your dog.

Huh?

This causes his breath to quicken, frustration and desperation being thrown in the mix of his frustrated sobs.

His heart drops when you stand up to get ready for his aftercare. you still look down at his shaking figure with adoration, but the difference now is that he's staring up at your looming figure as if you were the god now.

His only religion.

After a while, Reigen then swooped back in to your side, leaning shoulder to shoulder with you as he proudly presented a bottle of partially open sake, and what appeared to be two egg cups instead of glasses.

You couldn’t help but warily sigh as a result, wondering just what strange trouble you were getting yourself into. Though, if you had to be truly honest, you did suppose that he was entertaining and after a while, you found yourself listening to one of his many overly exaggerated stories, where he claimed to be something close to a god.

(Despite you knowing fully well, that he was in fact, a conman.)

“I’m telling you,” he continued, trying to cosy up to you at the same time, “I’m that kid’s hero,” he emphasised, trying to prove a point, “I saved him and now I’m paying him back with my masterful expertise and techniques—”

“Such as your ‘salt technique’?” you couldn’t help but point out, reluctantly taking a sip from the egg cup.

Reigen faltered slightly, but kept on going, unable to let his pride suffer, “It’s an ancient special technique, ghosts hate salt, probably.”

Your eyes widened as did your smile. “Oh sure, let’s go with that. Ghosts famously hate salt –that’s right.”

Reigen seemed to ignore your sarcasm, pushing past it, or perhaps was oblivious to it altogether. Instead, he knocked back yet another drink all the while you were still sipping on your second. You didn’t quite trust the state of this bar—Reigen was fine, he was seedy, but only as a conman—it was just the fact this bar was empty on a Friday night that was offputting.

(Or maybe, it was somehow impressive?)

Noticing your thoughtful expression, however, Reigen swept in with the moves, something he called one of his special techniques, coining the ability as ‘masterful flirtation’. “You know,” he murmured, dropping his voice to a low, slurring drone, “I don’t just bring anyone here,” he revealed, swinging his arm around your shoulders. “No, no… this place is special. You can feel it too, right? Psychic to psychic. It has a sort of… unique energy, perhaps attuned to fulfill your wildest dreams come true.”

You blinked, plucking his arm off of you.

“Reigen, please,” you sighed, shaking your head, “the only thing that this place is attuned to is food poisoning.”

He nervously laughed in response, trying to shake off his failed attempt at winning your heart, quickly retreating to renew his cup of sake, hastily forcing it down with one big gulp.

Soon though, he grew almost comically drunk, with his cheeks all rosy and his posture swaying back and forth. He could barely hold his ground, all the while, you were completely fine. You sighed as you physically had to wrangle him out of ordering more, dragging him out of the bar and into the cool air that met you both from the second you slipped outside.

“You smell so nice,” he slurred as he leaned his into you, trying to find his balance, while you instead tried to drag him back home, “so, so nice…”

“Uhuh, follow the scent home, I suppose,” you muttered under your breath, “what way do you live exactly?”

Reigen pointed in a whole slew of directions, eventually leading you back towards his consultation office. You blinked, turning to face him while he hadn’t a clue what was going on. “Do you live in your office or are you just confused?”

“It saves money, alright?” he whined slightly, though quickly schooled his reaction to mean something prideful instead, “I’m good with frugality, you see.”

“More like good at giving yourself the worst hangovers,” you shook your head, your voice laced with a hint of sympathy, “did you really have to drink that much, Reigen?”

He rolled his eyes back at you, dismissing your concerns with the wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I’ve done this before. I’ve got a gut made of steel, I totally can handle—” he burped, swallowing something rather unpleasant down, “...hold that thought.”

Your eyes widened in the realisation of what was yet to come. “Oh, god.”

Quickly, Reigen dipped a hand into the pocket of his slacks, planting the key right into your hand. In a flash, you opened up the door, tugging him upstairs and letting go of him briefly as he stumbled towards the bathroom. You reluctantly followed him, figuring that you might as well see him through this unfortunate experience, feeling a little bad about what could potentially happen should you leave him alone.

“This sucks,” Reigen moaned all the while, flinging his forward once again, “but you don’t,” he added in between breaths, focusing on you between the bouts of nausea, “you’re so good to me, even when I get so embarrassing,” he sighed, feeling the shame settle in. “Why’d you even come out with me tonight?”

“I’m starting to ask myself that…” you trailed off before shaking your head, choosing to play the role of who he needed you to be right now, a good, helpful friend, he’s done that for you in the past too, “but no, really, I just wanted to catch up. We go way back, right?”

His lips melted into a lazy smile, his eyes glazed and red as he focused on you for a moment more than he had meant to. “Yeah, I suppose we do… besides, I… I had a really good time with you, I’ve got to say,” he admitted, “I missed hanging out like this,” he paused, “well, not like this… but you know, just out, together.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame you still can’t hold your liquor though, maybe we should figure out something else to do the next time I’m in town,” you suggested.

“The next time?” Reigen paused, seeming surprised. “You mean… you’re still willing to hang out with me?”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Of course, I know what you’re really like. One night of you being drunk out of your mind is nothing I can’t handle. Maybe we should go bowling? Or try an escape room? I feel like those types of things could be fun.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he nodded in agreement, regretting the decision to do so as yet more alcohol left his body, “but… maybe when I’m not dying. I feel like this is really it actually… this is how I’ll go.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “You’re fine. You’re not dying. I’ll make sure of it. Stay right here and I’ll pop over to a convenience store, alright? I’ll get you something that you can actually keep down and not suffer of dehydration too much the next day.”

Reigen nodded, waiting for your return. He continued to be sick all the while, gripping onto the porcelain throne for his dear life. By the time you had come back though—he seemed in an even worse shape than before, his eyes wide, almost manic—locked onto you like you were some sort of divine saviour.

Just as you were about to tell him to take a few slow sips of the drink though, he spoke up first before you ever had the chance.

“I love you.”

You froze as soon as you heard it. “You what?”

He lifted his chin slightly, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours with an affectionate stare. It was so strange, but he seemed to be genuine as if this was a truth that he had known deep in his gut for the longest time.

“I mean it,” he continued, “I love you.”

You stared at him for a long time, trying to gauge whether or not it was a joke, but again, he very much meant it—it was obvious, even.

“You’re drunk,” you dismissed initially, handing him the bottle.

“So? I don’t have to be sober to understand my feelings,” he argued, “you didn’t have to do all of this either, but you did because you’re amazing, and I… was always too much of a coward to say it, but… I love you.”

You remained silent beyond that point, a million thoughts running through your head at once.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, leaning forward, before realising that he was covered in sick and then leaning back slightly as a result, giving you some space.

“Aw man,” you lightheartedly sighed, “why’s this working?”

It was honestly ridiculous when you really thought about it, but there was something oddly endearing about everything that had unfolded that night. With anyone else, you would have run for the hills if they put you through what they did tonight, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough with Reigen to keep going, obviously said a lot about how you felt, too. As much as you hated to admit it, you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

He laughed at your unsure response, seemingly on the verge of tears. Oh, what a pathetic man. You were absolutely so sure that you did in return, but you couldn’t admit such a thing to him while he was covered in sick.

No, he had to be cleaned up, looking at least 40% presentable to society.

Besides, you were looking forward to seeing him become impossibly flustered, maybe even panicked at the prospect of his drunken confession catching up to him when he was sober.

Oh, you couldn’t wait for that, in fact.

Neither Mob or Reigen are good at cooking. Like, at all. Mob can make simple things like rice balls and sandwiches, but he's hopeless when it comes to anything else. Meanwhile Reigen has been eating nothing but microwave dinners for the past twelve years, so any kitchen skills he might've had are gone now.

So when you suggest baking cookies together on their day off, they're incredibly reluctant. It takes a lot of pleading to get them to agree, and even then they still try weaseling their way out. But you're persistent and you have your heart set on spending time with them! They're going to make these cookies whether they want to or not!

Because of their disastrous inexperienced skill level, you have to take the lead while they do their damn best to follow it.

Turns out that they're really bad at following instructions.

"Master, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course it is! Why bake it at 375 degrees for fifteen minutes when we'd save so much more time by baking it at 500 degrees for five minutes? Use your head, Mob."

They were devastated when the cookies came out as charcoal. Well, Reigen was devastated— Mob kinda saw it coming. You're just relieved they didn't burn down the kitchen.

So you guys try again...and again... and again, but nothing comes out right. Eventually you run out of ingredients and have to stop. The boys are really embarrassed and apologetic, but you do your best to reassure them.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. We let you down... And now you have to go grocery shopping, too..."

"It's no big deal, really! You tried your best and that's what matters. Besides, I'm just happy we all got to spend time together. How about we try again next week?"

"Really? Even after we wrecked your kitchen?"

"Eh. It's cleaner than I thought it would be."

From then on, baking cookies became a weekly ritual for you three. It took a few more tries for them to get it right, but when they did, they were ecstatic. Literally the happiest you'd ever seen them.

Reigen took a dozen pictures of you, him, and Mob posing with the cookies and sent them to all his contacts— like a proud parent. They were cold by the time he was done, but that's okay. He's having fun.

As you ate and celebrated, Mob eagerly talked about all the other recipes he wanted to try. Having something fun to do every week, and with two of his favorite people at that, really meant a lot to him. It made him feel like a normal kid with a normal social life. Reigen tried not to seem as outwardly excited, but it's still clear that he's just as happy.

The three of you continue meeting up every week to bake. You even bring back the leftovers for the others at Spirts and Such! Some of them, like Serizawa and Teru, like to join in on the fun— to varying results— but they're also content to reap the rewards without actually doing any work.

The fridge is constantly filled with leftover sweets and everyone keeps getting cavities, but no one has the heart to say anything. Not when you're having so much fun.

Dividers from here.

The Con Artist Gets Conned

"Okay, hold on, hold on." Reigen leaned back in his chair, hands raised in mock defense. "Let me get this straight. You want me, a grown adult businessman, to let you paint my nails?"

You nodded.

"For free?"

Another nod.

Reigen squinted. "What's in it for me?"

"An upgrade to your style," you said, waving a bottle of gold nail polish in front of his face. "C’mon, you already wear those gaudy rings sometimes. Think of it as an extension of your fashion sense."

He glanced at the bottle, then at you, clearly weighing his options. The self-proclaimed master of persuasion was, for once, on the receiving end of a negotiation.

"Hypothetically," he said, leaning forward, "if I were to let you do this—totally hypothetically—what color would you recommend for a man of my sophistication?"

You smirked, placing the gold polish in his hand. "This. Makes you look classy."

Reigen turned the bottle over, examining it like it was some kind of ancient artifact. "Gold, huh? That does scream money… power… success…"

"Exactly."

He sighed, shaking his head as if he were making a huge sacrifice. "Alright, alright. But if anyone asks, you bribed me."

You rolled your eyes and pulled his hand toward you. He twitched slightly when you started painting his nails but stayed put, resting his chin on his free hand.

"So, uh, you've done this before, right?" he asked, watching you work.

"Yeah, Reigen, I'm not running a scam," you deadpanned.

"Good, good. Wouldn't want to get a botched job, you know? Presentation is everything in my line of work."

You took your sweet time finishing, knowing full well that Reigen was trying (and failing) to act nonchalant about it. When you finally leaned back, the gold polish gleamed under the light, smooth and flawless.

He lifted his hand, wiggling his fingers. "Huh. Not bad."

"Not bad?" you repeated. "It looks great."

"Yeah, yeah, fine, great." He smirked, admiring his nails. "Maybe I should start offering 'spiritual aura enhancement' sessions where I paint clients' nails. Think I could get away with charging 5,000 yen for it?"

You groaned. "Reigen, no."

Reigen, still admiring his nails: "Reigen, yes."

An Anxious Makeover

Serizawa's eyes widened in sheer panic when you approached him with a bottle of nail polish in hand. His fingers clutched the hem of his jacket, his shoulders tensing like you’d just asked him to commit a federal crime.

"You—you want to paint my nails?" he stammered, already looking for an escape route.

You nodded enthusiastically, wiggling the bottle in front of him. "Yep! C’mon, it'll be fun!"

He glanced around as if hoping someone—anyone—would save him from this situation. Unfortunately for him, Reigen wasn’t here to provide a convenient distraction.

"U-uh, I don’t know," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t think it’s… uh, my thing?"

"You don’t have to love it, just try it," you coaxed. "It’s not permanent, and I promise you won’t die from it."

Serizawa still looked unconvinced, but his resolve was crumbling fast under your relentless persuasion. He sighed, hesitantly holding out a trembling hand.

"Okay, um… just—just a little, okay?"

You grinned, carefully grabbing his hand. His fingers twitched nervously, but he didn’t pull away. You chose a nice, subtle green for him—something calming, something that suited him.

As you worked, Serizawa kept his eyes glued to his hand like it was about to combust. He was so ridiculously tense it was kind of funny.

"You can relax, y’know," you said, blowing gently on the drying polish.

"I am relaxed," he lied, voice an octave higher than usual.

You chuckled. "If you say so."

When you finished, he stared at his freshly painted nails in absolute bewilderment, like he couldn't quite believe this was real.

"...It actually looks kind of nice," he admitted hesitantly.

"See? Told you!"

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, thanks. I think."

You patted his shoulder. "You survived. Proud of you."

Serizawa exhaled dramatically, like he had just been through a harrowing ordeal. But despite his initial panic, he didn’t immediately run off to remove the polish. Small victories.

Steady Hands, Unsteady Heart

You had barely finished the question before Mob gave you a slow blink, his expression unreadable. His hands, neatly folded on his lap, tensed ever so slightly.

"You… want to paint my nails?" he repeated, as if trying to confirm he had heard correctly.

You nodded enthusiastically, already pulling out your small collection of nail polish bottles. A mix of vibrant and pastel shades clinked together, reflecting the soft light of the room.

Mob stared at them for a long moment, his eyes flicking between your excited expression and the assortment of colors. "I don't mind," he finally said, voice steady.

You could tell he wasn’t excited, but he also wasn’t against it. He was just… Mob. Neutral. Calm. Unfazed by most things.

"Do you have a color preference?" you asked, already grabbing his hand.

His fingers were warm and surprisingly smooth—except for a few tiny calluses on his fingertips, probably from training at the Body Improvement Club.

"Um…" He hesitated, his brows furrowing just slightly. Then, with the same level of careful deliberation as if he were about to move a building with his mind, he pointed at a bottle of dark blue polish. "This one, maybe?"

It made sense. A subtle but nice color, something not too bold or attention-grabbing. A shade that wouldn't stand out too much at school.

As you started painting his nails, you noticed how still he kept his hands, barely moving at all. His breathing was slow, measured, like he was concentrating deeply on something.

"You’re really good at this," you said, dragging the brush along his thumbnail. "Most people twitch a lot when I do their nails."

Mob blinked again, his gaze on the wet polish. "I’m used to staying still for long periods of time," he explained. "Sometimes when I meditate… or when I'm controlling my powers."

That made sense. You chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it. Makes my job easier."

Silence settled between you both, but it wasn’t awkward. Just comfortable. Mob seemed to be… enjoying it, in his own quiet way. You wondered if he’d ever done something like this before.

By the time you finished, the dark blue polish gleamed under the light. Mob lifted his hand slightly, studying it with mild curiosity.

"It looks nice," he said, his voice as even as ever—but there was a tiny hint of satisfaction there.

You grinned. "Want me to add little stars or something? Make it space-themed?"

Mob paused. Then, after a moment of consideration, he nodded. "That would be nice."

He let you carefully dot tiny white stars onto each nail, his expression never changing—but when you finished, you swore you saw the slightest uptick at the corner of his mouth.

Mission success.

The Reluctant Participant

Ritsu gave you a long, skeptical look, his arms crossed.

"You want to paint my nails?"

"Yup!"

A pause.

"I don't know…" He shifted slightly, looking vaguely uncomfortable with the idea. "I don’t think it suits me."

"That’s the fun part! Who cares?" You waggled a bottle of deep red polish at him. "It'll look cool, promise."

Ritsu exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He looked like he wanted to decline but also knew you weren’t going to give up.

"...Fine," he muttered, reluctantly holding out his hand. "But make it quick."

You grinned, wasting no time in getting started. His hands were noticeably different from Mob’s—tenser, fingers twitching every so often, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to be here.

"You’re so stiff," you teased. "Relax a little."

"I am relaxed," he lied.

You snickered and continued painting. The deep red color looked good on him—dramatic, almost elegant. You figured he might actually like it if he got over his initial embarrassment.

When you were done, he examined his nails with an unreadable expression. He didn’t immediately say anything.

"...It’s not bad," he admitted at last.

You smirked. "Told you."

He sighed, flexing his fingers slightly. "If Teru sees this, he's going to say something annoying."

"Let him," you said. "Bet he’ll be jealous."

Ritsu rolled his eyes, but you swore you saw a tiny smile before he turned away.

Mr. Fashion Icon Himself

Teru squinted at the nail polish bottles like he was judging their worthiness.

"Hmm," he hummed, tapping his chin. "If I’m going to do this, it has to match my aesthetic."

You rolled your eyes. "So you're in, then?"

Teru scoffed. "Obviously. If I can pull off bleach-blond hair, I can definitely pull off painted nails."

Fair point.

You let him sift through the colors, watching as he analyzed them like he was making a major life decision. Eventually, he settled on a gold polish, holding it up with a smug smile.

"This one. It screams style."

You nodded, already unscrewing the cap. "Good choice, your highness."

Teru smirked. "I do have excellent taste."

Unlike the others, he had no issue sitting still. In fact, he was way too into it, watching you paint with a fascinated gleam in his eye.

"You’re surprisingly good at this," he commented.

"Thanks," you said. "You're surprisingly vain."

He gasped dramatically. "Vain? Me? No, no, this is just self-care. You wouldn’t understand."

You snorted but kept painting. When you finished, Teru inspected his nails with a pleased nod.

"Flawless. As expected," he said, flipping his hair.

"You are way too into this."

"Listen," he said, admiring his nails, "if you ever need someone to model your work, I’m available."

You flicked his forehead. "Noted, diva."

He simply grinned.

Chaos in a Small Package

Sho had zero hesitation. The second you pulled out the nail polish, he grinned like you had just handed him a brand-new way to cause trouble.

"Oh, hell yeah," he said, slamming his hands on the table. "Do mine bright red."

You blinked. "No hesitation? No complaints?"

"Why would I complain?" Sho scoffed. "Nail polish is cool as hell. I bet my dad would hate it."

Ah. There it was.

"Is that why you want it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah," Sho said, waving a hand. "But it’s a nice bonus."

You snorted and got to work. Sho, unlike literally everyone else you’d painted nails for, was completely at ease. He drummed his fingers on the table as you worked, barely sitting still.

"You gotta stop moving," you warned.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, clearly not sorry. "I'm just excited. Maybe I should get my toes done next."

"One step at a time, dude."

Sho grinned, watching the glossy red coat settle on his nails. "Man, this is sick. I look awesome."

"You already thought you looked awesome."

"Yeah, but now I have proof." He wiggled his fingers, admiring the way the light reflected off them.

You shook your head fondly. "Glad you're happy."

"I should do this to Ritsu," Sho mused. "Bet he’d be all pissy about it."

"Please don’t give him another reason to punch you."

Serizawa shuddered under your hands as you gently ran them up through the thin layers of hair that peppered the outside of his thighs. He was sat with his legs open as much as he could in Reigen's lap, his cunt wet with anticipation as you both toyed with him. You had been at this for a while now, Serizawa patiently letting you toy with his lower half while Reigen handled his upper. His chest was being groped at non-stop, all of the attention causing his nipples to harden and his breath to catch in his throat. He was nearly stuttering now, the only sounds from his mouth moans and whines as he tried not to squirm in his boss' lap.

Serizawa loved being obedient for the both of you. His favorite words were that of praise, and he was lavished in it when he behaved so well under your teasing hands. You and Reigen as a pair were truly terrible to the older man- both of you got off on the teasing and the power trip, and before Serizawa was in your life, you and Reigen often fought for dominance in your sexual relationship. It wasn't bad by any stretch, but you both had a tendency to get pent up when the other would try to take their sweet time. Your prayers were answered, though, when you both met the sweetest and most willing sub you'd ever known: Katsuya Serizawa. You and Reigen went from clashing heads to collaborating so effortlessly that sometimes you wondered if you were ever meant to work seperately at all.

Now you've both spent the better part of the day just teasing your poor sub. You were all lucky enough to be off work for the day, and you decided it was a good day to stay inside and do nothing. Work had been unusually hectic recently, and Serizawa especially had undertaken a lot as the newest resident psychic now that Mob was focused on his schooling. Both you and Reigen thought it was only fitting to treat him to a day of teasing- it started simply with touches as you walked by, then cuddling, then long, lingering kisses. It was only one of you at a time at first, but eventually, before Serizawa could even register it, you were both working on him. Somehow, you all ended up on the couch with him in Reigen's lap and you on the floor in front of them as you worked your mouth and hands up his body slowly.

He groaned as you moved your hands to rest just above his pussy, both of your thumbs positioning themselves on either side of his opening and pushing the lips aside to show off his bottom growth. He was painfully hard by now, his cock standing at attention as you opened him up and took a look. He leaned himself back even further against Reigen, and somewhere above you, you heard him chastise Serizawa for being so desperate and acting so cute. The words were muffled as you, too, were starting to reach your limit for teasing. You couldn't focus as you watched him twitch in anticipation; even though you didn't look up from your prize, you still felt Serizawa's eyes boring into you expectantly as you stared.

In one swift motion, you leaned forward and finally captured his cock in your mouth. You felt him buckle above you as the stimulation hit him all at once, but before he could close himself off, Reigen pulled him back to rest against his chest again. You slowly backed yourself off of him, releasing his sensitive growth and causing him to whine at the loss. He didn't have to wait long as you dived immediately back in, this time licking a long stripe up and tasting his sweetness on your tongue. He was exquisite.

You resumed your original work quickly, sucking at his cock and causing him to groan loud and shakily. Reigen held him steady, cooing and telling him how nice he sounded and how much he deserved this. You punctuated his praise with your own, pulling off Serizawa's throbbing clit and mumbling "So sweet," before diving back in. He was a mess above you now, trembling as he tried to hold himself back from bucking into your mouth- he gripped your hair instead desperately, and you let him begin to thrust shallowly against your face as you continued to suck him off.

You could tell he was getting closeras you continued, so as you took your chance to move one of your hands from where it was holding him open down to his dripping cunt. It was almost obscenely easy to slip two fingers in, and as you did, he held onto you even tighter and thrust himself against you more aggressively. He moaned loud enough that you wondered if there would be a noise complaint to deal with tomorrow, but you took this as your cue to keep going, your hands working in tandem with your mouth to bring him to his peak. You knew he didn't have long; he was grinding against you and moaning so pitifully, you were wondering how Reigen was even keeping him seated against him at all at this point.

Exactly as you expected, you felt Serizawa's pussy tightening against you, desperately trying to suck you in as he got close to his release. You picked up your pace, lapping at his aching cock and pumping your fingers in and out of him as quickly as you could while Reigen spurred him on and encouraged him to let go. He finally bucked his hips into the air one last time before cumming hard around your fingers, his whole body going still as he rode out the waves of pleasure overtaking him. You guided him through it all, slowing your fingers and letting go of his cock as you felt his body come down from its high.

When he was finally finished, you pulled out completely and moved back to really look at him for the first time in a while. He was wrecked, his eyes half-open and his body now slack in Reigen's arms. He had drenched your hand and chin in his release, and you noticed his cock softened back into the folds of his pussy. He smiled and through his panting, spoke up to you appreciatively. "That was so good... thank you."

When you arrived he was already seated at the bar, his glass half empty and his cheeks already flushed. You sauntered up to him, plopping down at his side and ordering a glass of wine. He wore his usual crisp, gray suit and pink tie, but under the tacky pink lighting in the bar for the occasion, it made him appear a bit more roguish and artfully messy. Maybe it was the way his hair fell against his forehead, knotted from continuously running his hand through it or maybe you just had too much wine coursing through your veins, warming your body and sending you into a spiraling heat, but the mere sight of him had you clenching your thighs together. You tried not to look too excited.

"Hey," Reigen greeted. "Couldn't handle spending tonight alone, could you?" He grinned teasingly.

"I just got bored." You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "And you came."

"I did come." He chuckled gruffly. It took great effort for you to keep your composure, thinking of innuendos in your head but not daring to utter them aloud.

The bartender set your glass of wine before you, and Reigen ordered him to put it on his tab. You smirked as you tipped the glass back, taking a generous sip. You felt a swell of pride, the usually frugal man who wasn't so cheap with you. "Thank you," you breathed.

"No problem." He was trying to remain nonchalant, but his leg bounced next to yours as he downed the rest of his drink.

The two of you talked about generic things, the holiday, work, what shows you were watching, books you were reading, video games you were playing, all of the socially acceptable, boring things. All the while, his leg kept bouncing. It was distracting really.

You laid a hand on his thigh just above his knee to steady it.

Reigen gave you a puzzled look, glancing down at your hand and back up. At the tiniest hint of judgment, you were retracting your hand, cheeks warming shamefully. "Sorry. You were fidgeting," you muttered the lame excuse, nervously drinking more of your wine.

To your surprise, after you had set your glass back down, he grabbed your hand, spreading it back over his thigh, even a little higher this time.

"Can I try some of that?" He nodded towards your wine as if nothing had just happened.

"Ye - yeah." You quickly pushed the glass towards him, your mouth running dry. Now your hand felt heavy on his leg. You watched him carefully as he took a large drink from your glass before pushing it back over your way, licking his lips.

"It's good," he told you after a long moment of staring at each other. "Getting kind of empty. You want another?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe in a bit," you hummed, watching him curiously. You dragged your hand down and off his leg, grinning wickedly, your confidence returning at his encouragement. "Or I can finish it and we can go have some elsewhere?"

"I have some at home." Reigen shrugged. "Let me close my tab."

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You were delightedly surprised at how quickly your plans were falling into place. Like a gentleman, Reigen walked you inside his apartment, holding the door open for you and taking your coat and purse. Not so much like a gentleman, his lips were on yours almost instantly, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hands on your hips held you against him.

You squeaked, a small sound of surprise that made him pull back, looking unsure of himself. "Sorry - is this okay?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I was just a little surprised at how aggressive you're being."

Worry flashed across his features, his hands dropping away from your waist. "Shit, I'm sorry," he muttered again.

"No, no." You grabbed his hands, guiding them back to where they were. "I want you to manhandle me."

A beat passed as your words processed in Reigen's mind. "Oh fuck." His hands went limp on your hips, eyes darkening and jaw going slack. "Fuck," he repeated, looking desperate now.

"Is something wrong?" You teased.

"No," he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. He watched you carefully, eyes darting about your features to search for any sign of hesitation. "You're sure you want this?"

"More than sure." You nodded. He'd see just how sure you were if he got far enough to glimpse your matching underwear.

Your head spun with your wine buzz as Reigen whisked you along to his bedroom. He fell atop his mattress with you on top, straddling his waist. He groaned pathetically while you returned your mouth to its position against his, tongues unceremoniously exploring each other. It was drunken and filthy, the way you practically drooled into his mouth. His hands shamelessly explored your body now, starting at your waist and stopping at your ass, groping and squeezing your plush skin. You shuddered as he lifted the bottom hem of your dress over the curve of your bum to fondle the bare skin, his fingers grazing your clothed pussy.

"Reigen," you gasped into his mouth.

"Yeah?" He laughed cockily. "Is something wrong?" He mocked. It was really a game of push and pull between you two. When one of you lost confidence, the other was there to do enough uplifting for the both of you. When one of you acted more desperate, the other was there to taunt and tease. You enjoyed this game with him, this balance. You liked taking turns, moment by moment, deciding who was the cat and who was the mouse.

"Please - just take it off." You didn't care how desperate you sounded, since he was the one doing the teasing now, and it was getting you even hotter. The heat swirling in your core was becoming unbearable, and you needed him to touch you.

"Oh my God," he mumbled hoarsely. "You're acting so slutty. It's so fucking hot."

"Reigen!" You whined impatiently.

"Alright, alright."

He reluctantly released your bum, taking your dress into his hands and lifting it up and over your body. You sat up to assist him in taking it off, giggling when his jaw dropped at the sight of your matching bra and panties. You reached down to begin undoing his belt, leaning over him to showcase your cleavage as you did so.

"I could cum right now," he sighed. "Did you wear that for me?" He hooked a finger under your panties before pulling back and releasing the fabric, letting it slap against your hip.

"Mhmm." You nodded, yanking his belt from his pants and tossing it aside. "You like it?"

"I love it." He continued to toy with the band of your underwear. "You're beautiful." Reigen's cheeks warmed at the compliment he gave you. The way he could be so cocky and so soft with you simultaneously was driving you mad. A straightforward businessman who was also a little dorky...it got you wet like no other man could.

You unzipped his pants, pressing a kiss to the bit of exposed skin just above the band of his boxers in thanks. He let loose a shaky breath, undoing his tie and beginning to shimmy out of his jacket and unbutton his shirt. You sat up to give him space to undress himself, helping him unbutton his top while he slowly attempted to kick his pants off. It was chaotic and clumsy, the two of you working together to hastily remove his clothing, but you giggled through it with him and didn't stop until he was left in nothing but his boxers. You took your place back on his lap, grinding down against his clothed, hardening cock. The both of you moaned in harmony at the friction.

Reigen's fingers dug into your sides, pulling you down onto him. He panted and watched in awe as you rolled your hips against his, the both of you unabashedly dry humping one another like crazed teenagers. He reconnected your lips, the noises you were making falling into each other's mouths. It was pure bliss until it wasn't, until you needed more. And somehow, without any words being spoken, Reigen knew. He was pulling away from you again with a groan, laying back against his sheets and looking up at you with a deadly serious expression.

"Take your panties off and sit on my face," he demanded.

Your eyes went wide, shocked by the blunt, lewd request. Something inside your stomach churned, making you twitch. "What?" Your face grew hot. His intense gaze made you squirm. Your head was swimming.

"You're gonna act shy now? Like you weren't just rubbing yourself against me?" He laughed meanly. "Come on." He tapped your thigh like it was simple. "Come rub yourself against my mouth instead."

Your brain was short-circuiting. He had beat you at your own game, and it was making you want to run, the balance tipped back in his favor. "I - I don't - I mean, are you sure? I've never done that before."

"First time for everything." He grinned. "Need some encouragement?" He rubbed comforting circles into your skin. You were struggling to process reality, your friend, hard as a rock beneath you, asking you to sit on his face. You took a deep breath.

"What if I like," you searched for the right words, "break your neck?"

"Then I'll die a happy man," Reigen mused.

"I'm being serious!" You pouted.

"You're not going to break my neck," he groaned in frustration. "I've got support." He patted the pillows underneath his head for extra measure.

"I'm nervous," you confessed. "Sorry, I know that's not very sexy."

"You kidding? You're still a bombshell." Reigen smiled. "You can lay down and I can eat it that way if you'd prefer?" The way he talked about eating your pussy so casually made your chest flutter. You gasped at him, throbbing against the damp fabric of his boxers.

"No." You blushed deeply. "It's okay. I can do it."

"Do what?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can I hear you say it?" He was toying with you now, making you say dirty things just for the sake of it.

"You are so-" you huffed. "I'll sit on your face."

"Good girl," he praised teasingly. "Alright, let me see then. Take them off."

You whined but obeyed, lifting up off of him to slide your panties down and off of your legs. You quickly straddled him once again, shuddering when your bare heat caught on the fabric of his boxers.

"Shit." With heavily lidded eyes, Reigen reached forward, running a finger through your folds to gather your essence. You moaned at his gentle touch, trying and failing to keep your composure as you thought of his warm tongue being pressed there instead. "Okay. Come up here," he instructed, beckoning you with the finger coated in your juices.

You reluctantly crawled up his body, stopping when you were positioned above his face. You sank down frantically, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer, but held yourself up so as not to crush him with your full weight. Reigen hummed against you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the rest of the way. A shockwave of pleasure racked through your torso as his tongue pressed into you, the vibrations of his groaning tickling your core. You cried out, overwhelmed already, and he had only just begun.

"Fuck!" You held onto his hair, staying still as he licked against you, his hands digging bruises into your ass and thighs. The low, guttural, breathy and slurping noises he was making beneath you had you clenching around nothing, soaking his mouth and chin. You cried and whimpered, trembling as he seemed to know just how to get you going.

Chasing your high as you got more comfortable atop of him, you slowly rolled your hips against his face. Reigen made sounds of approval, repositioning his hand placement to encourage you to keep going, to keep riding and using his face the way you needed to. It was nasty, your face flushed with the realization of how obscene it was, and the realization only made you get hotter, wetter. The coil in your lower stomach kept tightening and tightening, threatening to snap.

You pulled away from him, collapsing at his side.

"What are you doing?" He panted in disbelief, his face glistening with your slick.

"Want to cum on your cock," you mumbled drunkenly, taking off your bra. "Please, fuck me." You tossed your bra aside and spread your legs, batting your lashes up at him tiredly.

"Holy shit," Reigen gasped. He fumbled for his boxers, fighting to quickly pull them down and off his body. You shamelessly watched his hardened length spring free, impatiently spreading your legs even farther apart.

After scrambling for a condom in his nightstand and rolling one on, he crawled over you, dipping his head forward to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips as he sunk into you, swapping moans. He pulled back to watch himself move slowly in and out of you, eyes wide and glassy. You screwed yours shut, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls. You opened them only when you felt his thumb press against your bundle of nerves, rubbing fast, tight circles as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusts into you.

"Reigen!" You gasped, grabbing his wrist and trying to push him away. With his free hand, he ripped your hand away, pinning it above your head.

"Thought you wanted to be manhandled?" He grunted, his composure wavering in and out as you clamped around him. "Oh my - fuck. S - so tight and warm," he whimpered into your neck as he practically collapsed over you, struggling to keep a steady rhythm on your clit and inside you.

"'S too much!" Tears were prickling in your eyes. You weren't prepared to release just yet, but it seemed you weren't getting much of a choice. You could hardly think or remember how to breathe, forced to take it as he pumped in and out of you. You were squirming beneath him, trying to relieve some of the pressure though it was no use.

"Stay still," he growled, his voice deep, carnal, and almost unlike him. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't obey, back arching and thighs trying to clamp shut to resist the force of his blows.

He was getting frustrated with your refusal to listen, tightening his grip on your wrists. He removed his thumb from you clit and pulled out of you in one quick movement, ignoring your dumbfounded expression as he flipped you over and lifted your hips, re-entering you from behind. It was painful, the way he slammed back into you, but it hurt in a way that sent an extreme wave of pleasure through your core. You were basically screaming now, falling limp underneath him, but he wouldn't allow it, wrapping an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders and neck to hold you upright as he took you from behind. He found your clit again, expertly rubbing his fingers against you while he thrusted into your ruined cunt.

You couldn't make out any coherent words, crying and whining loudly while he muttered praises in between kisses pressed to your temple. "I know, I know," Reigen cooed. "You're okay. It's okay. I've got you. You're almost there."

It didn't take much longer for either of you in this position. Reigen's thrusts were starting to become erratic, his grip on you clumsily faltering and tightening, back and forth. "I'm gonna cum," he told you in a pained tone. "You almost there, baby?"

The innocent pet name in such an indecent setting knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was nod and make a sort of sound of agreement. He was more strategic now about the way he moved, trying to get you there before him. You relaxed into him, trusting him to hold you up as you let that coil inside snap. You shuddered and trembled against him, temporarily going to another place entirely as you he chased his own high, pulling out only moments later after he was finished.

You laid beside him, the two of you panting and coming back down in unison. He gave himself a minute before he moved to clean up, discarding his condom and heading to the bathroom. Without him inside you or near you, you suddenly felt very cold. You waited for him curiously and a bit anxiously, a small bud of worry blossoming in your chest at his absence and his silence. You heard the faucet running for a few moments before he was returning, a wet cloth in his hand.

For all of his obliviousness and goofiness, Reigen was surprisingly attentive and soft, gently bringing the warm cloth in between your thighs to clear up some of the residue that was left behind. You gasped at the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core, but allowed him to quietly and softly wipe away the remains of your encounter. It all seemed to come together in this moment, to make sense, why you had such an intense crush on this man who was supposed to be your friend.

"Thank you," you croaked tiredly when he was done.

"You need anything?" He asked you hoarsely, sounding just as exhausted as you were. "Water? A snack?"

"I'm okay," you shook your head. You wondered if you were overstaying your welcome, lingering if you weren't going to have a drink or some food. It made you more nervous and uncertain when he left to go grab something for himself. He was still your friend, no matter how much you were enjoying yourself. Your past reminded you that you needed to be realistic. You reluctantly pushed yourself up from the plush confines of his comforter, searching for your undergarments. "I should get going," you explained when he returned with a bottle of water.

Reigen's expression fell. "You're not going to stay?"

"Oh." You softened under his harsh gaze. "I don't know - I guess I just assumed you wouldn't want me to after we-"

"What kind of a guy do you think I am?" He laughed. "You're not going home at this hour by yourself. And I like to cuddle afterwards," he stilled, "unless you don't."

You giggled at him. "Yeah, I do too."

"Good!" He jumped back into bed, pulling your naked body flush against his. You laughed, blushing slightly as you comforted into his embrace. He wanted you here. Could this have been more than a one night thing?

As if reading your mind, "for what it's worth," he hesitated, "I'm really glad you texted me tonight."