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“You look…nice.” Reigen muttered, his words barely making it past his lips as he seethed with jealousy. It was his own fucking fault. His eyes flicked away from you. Shit, he shouldn't stare. Especially because you've already caught him on multiple other occasions.
“You think?” You scoff a little, tugging uncomfortably at your clothes, squirming in your shoes as you try to pull the fabric from your skin. Stupid Reigen. If that bastard hadn’t agreed, you wouldn't be standing in the office, about to go out with a client.
-
Days prior, you and him were at a client's home, doing a spiritual cleansing for this rich old man. Reigen, not having any spiritual powers of the sorts, sat back and smooth talked his way with the man while you got the dirty work done.
It was an annoying job. You hoped Serizawa would be there to help but unfortunately, he had other responsibilities to attend to, and Mob was at school. You had to practically beg Reigen not to pull the kid from the middle of class, especially when Mob is already struggling to pass.
So, now you were left with the nitty-gritty. There were multiple pesky spirits who had an attachment to different items around the clients home. You had to be cautious while exorcising because spirits tend to break the items they’re attached to when they begin to fizzle from existence.
And all while you were doing a meticulous job, Reigen was spewing on about his business. About how lucky he is to have his employees, to have you working for him. The man listened closely and enthusiastically, and everytime your pretty little name was mentioned, the old man grinned ear-to-ear.
Your boss was good at picking up others' intentions, but when the lovestruck idiot would go on tangents about you and your talent, everyone else was out of his mind. Reigen truly did think very highly of you, which was extremely evident in all his actions and conversations with you. All the extra jobs he’d take you on. When you got paid, he made sure you always got that small percentage more than he did.
The stupid bastard was oblivious to how painfully obvious he was making his feelings. You and everyone around him knew how he felt. You were waiting for him to grow a pair and finally act on it, so you never made any moves or said anything.
He really did have your best interest in mind when he agreed to the old man. When Reigen agreed to letting him take you out for a nice ‘thank you’ dinner and a generous $150 tip bonus. But to Reigen, he was taking you both out, he couldn't fathom a client would exclude Reigen, the man who owned the consultation office. So, they shook hands and agreed, like you were some business deal.
When you both got back to the Spirits n Such office in the late afternoon, he told you with pure enthusiasm. He thought you'd be happy, over the moon that he agreed for
two free
bonuses. But, he was genuinely shocked when you expressed your frustration and anger to him. Reigen didn't even let you have a say, ask for your permission to see if the arrangement was okay.
“Reigen! I wasn't even included into the conversation!” You yelled at him in frustration, throwing your bag carelessly at the foot of your desk. Mob was situated at his own little desk, doing homework, but he was caught off guard by the sudden break in his peaceful silence.
“But I thought you’d like the extra bonus!” Reigen protested back, undoing the button on his blazer and hanging it around the back of his chair. Fuck, you looked so pissed at him. He hated that. It felt like a kick in the gut. Honestly, you couldn't give a shit how he was feeling when he didn't even take yours into consideration.
“Are you stupid!? One, its unprofessional. Two, it's inappropriate. Three, it's extremely unprofessional because he is a fucking client! Four,
I did not agree!
I don’t need the extra cash bonus!” And the fifth reason was that you were actually shocked he would agree to let you on a date with someone other than himself. Surely he wasnt
that
blinded by the money? Did he misinterpret what the guy meant?
“Plus a free dinner for us both!” Oh yeah. He did in fact misinterpret what the guy meant. Reigen continued to protest, hoping that you'd change your mind on this whole ‘date’ with this man. Mob listened, gripping his pencil tightly as he tried to focus on his homework.
“No, he just wanted to take
me
out! Not you! You didn't do any exorcising for him to thank you for!” You continued to yell, tugging at your shirt collar and undoing the top button to give your body air to just breathe. Reigen’s face dropped in horror as he finally recalled the man's bonus.
“Oh fuck me…” He breathes out heavily.
“I don’t need some old dude to buy me dinner!”
“Okay, but its just one night though? And I still get $150!” Reigen knew you wouldnt change your mind. You were just as stubborn as he was. But this was nothing to do with being stubborn, this was crossing a line he didn't realise he crossed.
“You’re not seeing what the fucking issue it, Reigen!” You groaned. Either of you still didn't realise the kid was here, so you kept shouting and swearing. “While I was busy
actually
doing something and busting my energy, you sat on your ass and dealt me off like I was some item!”
“I just thought…” Words catch in his throat, finding it hard to explain himself. “I just wanted-” His words were cut short as you exhaled loudly and sharply.
“You.
You
wanted! What about me! Did you maybe think that I wouldn't be comfortable in a situation like that? Even if he did mean us both!” A tense and heavy silence hung in the air as you both stared at one another. Mob suddenly cleared his throat, snapping you both out of your enraged state.
Your head whips over in his direction, he’s shrunk a little back in his seat and an uneasy look etched into his face. You take a deep breath and shut your eyes tightly, giving him a weary smile. Reigen does the same while clearing his throat, running a hand through his hair.
“Sorry Mob-” And just like you did to Reigen, Mob cut you off, looking at his lap sheepishly. He never really was outspoken so it took you aback.
“Whatever Master Reigen agreed to… I’m sure he was agreeing to what he thought would be best,” His voice is soft and meek, a slight tremble as he attempts to join the conversation. He knew he needed to work on it, so why not now? “Master Reigen wouldn’t do something to purposefully put you in harm's way…”
“Mob, you don’t need to…” Reigen stepped over to Mob's desk, placing a hand on the kid's shoulder and giving it a few pats. Mob firmly shakes, looking up at Reigen and then you. He’s definitely growing more confident, which makes you proud. Reigen takes a breath, shoving his hands in his pockets and mumbling about how he needs a few moments. His footsteps were hurried as he made his way to the door of the office, letting it slam shut behind him.
“Master really likes you,” Mob says bluntly, chewing anxiously on his bottom lip before continuing. “And he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He can be rash, but… please don’t stay angry. I don’t enjoy seeing you both being mad with one another.”
You let out a sharp exhale. You appreciate Mob and his words, but it doesnt change the fact Reigen agreed to something you didn't. You
know
Reigen would never intentionally harm you or let you get hurt but still… idiots make mistakes. Many mistakes.
“I know he likes me. We all know, but Reigen needs to understand he can’t go agreeing to things on my behalf. Especially if it involves mainly me.” You huff in frustration, rubbing your temples.
“I just don't want you to think poorly of him when he thinks highly of you…”
And then, the front door opened again. Reigen was back from his breather, abruptly interrupting the conversation.
“Isn’t it home time?” Reigen claps his hands together, clearing his throat to cut the uneasy tension in the air. Both you and Mob look over to Reigen as he walks back to his desk, pretending to stretch and yawn. He really just wanted the day to be over so he can go home and mope around in peace. He’s such a baby when it comes to you and he hates it.
Mob was first and quick to leave, hoping that his words did at least something and his confidence wasn't just wasted.
-
But now here you are. After finding the fanciest clothes you owned, you met back up at the Spirits n Such office, where the old man said he’d come pick you up from. When you entered through the door, Reigen’s breath was knocked out of him, just seeing you in something other than work clothes made him weak in the knees.
And, jealousy finally clicked in. As well as his common sense. Only if he realised the client actually wanted to take you out for his own personal gain. The man is rich, $150 is equivalent to a coin found on the ground.
He couldn’t believe he was
actually that stupid.
But now it was too late. You were dressed up, a feast for his eyes and yet he somehow let the man's real intentions slip right past him.
“Maybe you should cancel.” He mumbled through gritted teeth, turning his back to you and crossing his arms.
“The client is probably here soon.” You exhale sharply, eye twitching at Reigen and now how he suddenly is showing his issue with the whole arrangement. Hopefully this’ll teach him to not agree to things on your behalf.
“Are you sure? Is the $150 bonus worth it?” His words are barely audible as he talks half-heartedly over his shoulder.
“Should've asked yourself that before you agreed…” You murmured back bitterly, trying to bite your tongue to stop the string of curse words that threaten to spill. He quickly shot you a look over his shoulder, trying not to stare you up and down.
‘Behave.’
He’d chide.
“Look, I’m sorry-”
“Yeah, I know. You've apologised more times than I can count just within the last few days,” You snapped, glaring at him which causes a shiver to run up and down his spine. “Frankly, I don’t believe youre sorry in the slightest.”
“What?” His jaw dropped and eyebrows knitted together. You didn't believe he was sorry? How? He’s asking you to cancel right now and you don't believe it?
“You heard me. I don’t believe you're actually sorry about…
this.
I think you're only sorry because I’m going out on a date with someone that isn't
you.
At least he actually had the guts to ask, even if it wasn't directly.” Ouch. That felt like a shot in the chest for Reigen. But at least you said something about his feelings, finally showing that you actually know all about his infatuation.
“I-... No, thats not…” His body froze as he tripped and stumbled over his words, face turning a deep shade of red. Fuck, he felt lightheaded and embarrassed. “You’re… You’re-”
“I’m what? Right?”
“No! I mean yes! I-...” Reigen groans, rubbing his hands over his face a few times to try rid of the redness. “Stop putting words in my mouth. You're infuriating!”
“But I’m right! And you know it!” You point an accusatory finger at him, stepping up in his space which makes him tense up even more. He stood in place, his feet felt too heavy to move.
“Listen to me! You're like… 50% right! But you're wrong about me not being genuine, okay?” His jaw clenched as he forces himself to look you in the eye. He wants to show you that he’s speaking the truth. “How can I prove it? That I mean what I say? I can’t just get on my knees and beg!”
“You could.” You blurt out, immediately covering your mouth with a slap of your hands. Oh fuck no. You can’t believe you just said that. Your face goes as red as Reigens was.
“You… want me to beg you for forgiveness?” Reigen cocks an eyebrow as his body slowly relaxes. You clear your throat, deciding just to double down and play off your flustered state.
“Y-You heard me. Get on your knees and beg… for my forgiveness.” His breath caught in his throat as he listened to your attempts to keep your cool.
Beg? Is he actually going to do that?
The
Reigen Arataka was going to beg his employee, his big dumb crush, to forgive him? That is something below him, almost dehumanising for his ego.
Reigen then takes a breath and drops to his knees. Your eyes widen with shock, you didnt think he’d actually do it. His hands snake up the sides of your legs as he stares up at you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me…” His voice drops to a small whine, hands rubbing up and down the back of your calf as he presses his face against your knees.
“G-Get up…” You stuttered, turning your head up and away to avoid looking him in the eyes. His touch sent a shiver up your spine and for heat to crawl on the back of your neck, placing your hand over your mouth.
“No, I want you to forgive me. I fucked up, bad…” He still couldnt believe he was doing this but, shit, he’d do anything for you. “I wasn’t thinking straight… I was being selfish…”
“Oh my god…” You let a heavy breath out, finally looking back down at him. God, he looked so pathetic. Grovelling at your feet, hands rubbing up and down your legs, slowly sliding up your thighs. Reigen was getting more and more into this without realising, like it was second nature to him.
“Please, I was so stupid…” His breath was uneven and came in short huffs. His mind was on autopilot now, deciding to press his lips to your legs, kissing your skin. Fuck, he didnt know begging would actually turn him on. What the fuck is wrong with him?
You couldn't even speak, you had no words but even if you did, theyd die on your tongue before you could let them out. Your chest was on fire, your eyes fluttered and your head felt light. Your boss is here, before you on his knees, caressing your legs and kissing your skin. Lord have mercy.
At least he was actually showing his affection on purpose now, even if it means he’s begging at your feet for you to forgive him. As you gaze down, you cant help but notice the slight tenting in his slacks, mind running with sinful ideas. Shaking your head and gaining your composure, you push them away as best as you can.
“I can’t hear you,” You pressed on, deciding to see how far you could take this, how far you could push Reigen. He pauses, staring up at you and blinking. “I didn’t say stop.”
“Youre right, I’m sorry. I wont stop until you tell me too…” He immediately goes back to nuzzling against your legs, practically worshipping as he peppers kisses along your skin, mumbling over and over again about how sorry he is. You can’t lie, seeing him like this made your head spin.
You lift a leg and gently press your foot on his lap, making a choked out moan leave his lips. Your foot slowly presses harder against his erection, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. Reigen huffs, still attempting to beg at your feet but when your foot is rubbing against his cock like this, its hard to pay attention to the task at hand.
Reigen is basically drooling, his words becoming incoherent and slurred together. Your foot rubs teasingly up and hard against his cock through his tight slacks. He mumbles over and over, apologising for the shit he’s done wrong, voice barely audible.
“Speak up, Reigen…” You purred, applying more pressure which makes him jolt forward, head slumping as he poorly attempts to contain the deep groan bubbling within his throat.
“P-Please…” He whimpered, both hands moving to your leg that had to foot on his crotch. They slide up and down your skin so tenderly, one hand on your smooth calf and the other touching the back of your thigh. He presses frantic and sloppy kisses to your skin.
“Please what? Use your words.” More pressure was added, which now caused his head to throw back and eyes flutter. Fuck, he was so hard he could cry.
“Need to cum… Please, don’t make me beg anymore…” His hand slips from your thigh and travels down to the zipper of his slacks. He hesitates, praying you'll allow him to touch himself. Reigen did not currently care that he was reduced to a slobbering, whimpering mess. Right now, he just needed to get off. He had to cum so badly that he didn't care about permanently damaging his image that you had of him.
You tut, shaking your head while digging your foot further into him. His grip on the back of your leg faltered, his body tensing so tightly.
“You’ve been bad, I don’t think you deserve to cum…”
“Fuck…” He breathed out, starting to deny your words and already reaching for the zipper. “Please, I know I’ve been bad…” His fingers fumble, gently prying your foot away so he can pull his cock out.
You don’t protest his desperation. In fact, you can tolerate it, if it means seeing him fuck himself stupid with his own hand while drooling about you. Ego boost? Sure. It was definitely an ego boost seeing your boss like this.
Reigen manages to finally pull his cock out. His thumb pressing against his tip where pre-cum was beading out profusely. He spread the liquid down his shaft, lubing himself up. He whined louder at his own ministrations, his bucking slightly already. He barely started stroking himself and he was already on the verge of nutting.
“Fuck… Fuck, please praise me…” He gasped, slowing his hand down as he looked up at you with a half-lidded gaze, chest heaving.
“Why would I do that?”
“P-Please… You wanted me to beg and I’m fucking begging. Please just give me what I want…” He choked on his words, eyes pleading as he leaned his head against your leg, still giving it small kisses with every stroke he gave himself.
A small snort of laughter came from your lips as you started to praise him. It was shitty praise, but praise nonetheless. It was enough to get him off. Reigen started going faster on himself, the kisses to your legs slowed down as he was losing focus and his mind became a lust-hazed blur.
His voice was nothing but a sobbing mess, whimpering your name as he felt that sensation burning down his spine. You were the only person on his mind in that moment. And with one final stroke, his body stunted his motions, cum spurting from his tip and leaking down his shaft. The small spray of cum landed on your nice shoes, making your face drop a little.
“Idiot, you came on my shoes…” You chided, pulling your leg away as Reigen stayed whining on his knees with his cock now softening in his grip.