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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka, Reigen_Arataka/Serizawa_Katsuya,
      Kageyama_Ritsu/Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Kageyama_Ritsu, Serizawa_Katsuya, Reigen_Arataka
  Additional Tags:
      lots_of_scent_kink, Crossdressing, Underwear_Sniffing, Oral_Sex, Shota,
      Embedded_Images
  Collections:
      Mob_Twitter_NSFW_Gift_Exchange
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-01 Completed: 2017-02-04 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6401
****** Sniffer's Delight ******
by MerryGoat
Summary
     collection of one shots, all including scent kink of some sort.
     Starring
     Schoolgirl Mob.
     Really sweaty Ritsu.
     Creepy Serizawa.
     Reigen "dirty dick" Arataka.
Notes
     Takes place right after episode 2, where they got to dress as
     schoolgirls...
***** Reigen x schoolgirl Mob *****
“Master, what should I do with these clothes?” Mob asked, the hem of the skirt
between his fingers. He was fully clad in a schoolgirl uniform, looking almost
too good in the plaid skirt that swung with his every move, white blouse tucked
into them.
“Just leave them on my desk, you can get changed here-” Reigen tried to say,
but was interrupted by the sound of a door shutting. Mob had scurried away at
lightning speed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.
‘Huh, wonder why he’s shy all of a sudden,’ Reigen wondered absently, crossing
his stocking clad legs. He had learned his lesson with the police earlier that
morning, and was not hoping for a repeat when he walked Mob to the Ramen shop.
There was no shame in trying to bribe the cashier into a few extra pieces of
meat, and this cutesy look would definitely help. The money he’d spent on these
clothes would at least be worth something, even if it was a couple hundred yen
worth in extra meat.
He was broken from his reverie, already practicing the lines he'd use in his
mind, when Mob entered the room again. The uniform was bundled up between his
arms looking like a newborn baby. The boy shuffled in quietly, a bit of an
awkward move in his walk.
“Here, I’ll take it,“ Reigen said, pushing himself up. He opened one of his
desk drawers, pulling out the first grocery bag he touched.
“Ah, no it’s fine Shishou, I’ll take it home to wash,” Mob excused, immediately
going rigid on the spot.
“What, you want to walk around with a schoolgirl uniform in your hands?” Reigen
asked, cocking a brow at Mob.
A brief silence was his only response, which wasn’t entirely out of the
ordinary. What was, however, out of the ordinary, was Mob’s shaking hands the
clung on to the bundle.
"Mob, what's wrong?" Reigen asked, stepping closer to the boy. And Mob reacted
by taking a step back. Rude!
"Nothing, shishou, I just..." Mob paused, eyeing the bag in Reigen's hand. "Can
I put it in myself? I'll carry it," he clarified, already reaching forward for
it, "There’s no reason for you to have to carry it."
“Oh stop it,” Reigen waved off, extending his hand expectantly. “Just give me
the clothes, I’ll just wash them at my place. I can’t imagine you have a way to
explain a schoolgirl uniform to your mother, do you?”
“No really, it’s fine!” Mob tried to plead, but Reigen was having none of that.
Not seeing anything wrong with the situation, he simply reached forward and
snatched the bundle out of Mob’s hands. However, in Mob’s desperation to take
it back, the boy only managed to get a hook on one single article of clothing
that Reigen wasn’t even expecting to be there.
Complete silence was their background as student and teacher stood there,
staring at a long swinging cloth that hung from Mob’s fingers. A pair of tighty
whities.
Reigen furrowed his brows, “Wait… Are you… Are you wearing underwear?” Reigen
asked, disbelieving of what the facts clearly pointed to. And while it was
obvious Mob wasn’t about to answer that question, he took advantage of the
kid’s shock. It was relatively easy this time to reach forward and take the
underwear out of Mob’s hands, leaving a still stone-still Mob to stare at
Reigen silently.
“What’s wrong with them, you sneezed a little too hard?” Reigen joked, trying
to lighten the mood (though just a bit curious if he was right, and if Mob had
managed to piss himself a little).
Mob shook his head, distressed at the questioning. “Sorry, it was an accident,”
he said, reaching out in attempt to snatch the tighty whities out of Reigen’s
hands. But Reigen was quicker, and raised the underwear high in the air, out of
Mob’s reach like a prize trophy.
“Look, you don’t just accidentally take off your underwear,” Reigen scoffed,
“Look, if you had a little accident it’s fine! Just say so, we’ll stop by the
convenience store to get you a pair.”
“It’s not that!” Mob said, whining like a child. A completely new side to Mob
Reigen had definitely not seen before. And it was so goddamn cute.
“Then what is it?” Reigen snorted, backing away from Mob’s reach. He didn’t
even let the boy have a chance to explain himself before taking matters into
his own hands, and decided to find out himself. He brought the underwear down
to face level, presenting them to himself with both hands spreading them.
At first Reigen thought Mob had legitimately pissed himself. A shine. Something
barely discernible in the otherwise clean underwear, but the moment Reigen
noticed it, it was impossible to look away. There on the inside of Mob’s
underwear, nearly coating the entire crotch, was a film of sticky… Oh god, no
fucking way.
“Did you cum in these?” Reigen asked in disbelief, unable to censor himself
like he’d usually do for the kid. “Oh my god, you’re one of those people who
gets off on crossdressing, aren’t you!” He said in disbelief.
A jumble of sputtered stutters were his only answer, Mob’s cheeks growing
rosier by the second. His beloved, innocent student was staring at him in
complete horror. His eyes were watering, lips wobbling as he shook in his spot.
Damn it, Reigen really messed up this time.
“Mob, it’s fine,” Reigen tried to to comfort him, needing to avoid a total
breakdown. “Hey, you can’t help this sort of stuff, sorry I pushed you too
far,” He apologized, even if it didn’t remedy the situation.
“It’s not fine, it’s gross!” Mob answered, tears of complete shame finally
spilling free out of his eyes. He slumped forward into Reigen’s chest, trying
to hide himself in the man he’d treated as a father for all these years.
Dread pooled at the depths of Reigen’s stomach, screaming at him that this was
his fault. He should respect boundaries! Learn that no means no! But it was
much too late to take back his actions now, and all he could do was try to
comfort mob.
“Look Mob, it really is fine,” He assured, loosely wrapping his arms around
Mob, patting his back. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, I completely
understand why you like it. It’s only normal. Of course you enjoy wearing the
outfit, it’s super cute on you!” Reigen tried to comfort, awkwardly rubbing the
boy’s back.
“Really?” Mob suddenly paused mid mental breakdown, pushing himself off of
Reigen’s chest with tear streaks still covering his cheeks. His eyes were
reddening quickly, voice already becoming stuffy. But he looked up at Reigen
with an owlish stare, taken by surprise at the positive feedback.
“Of course! Honestly, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you when you put it on, so if
someone like myself can’t help it - I can’t even imagine how turned on you must
have been from wearing it.” He babbled, speaking honestly for once.
Silence fell…
“Can I… Do you… want me to wear it again?” Mob asked, unable to voice his own
desires. And while Reigen’s conscience screamed NOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOO YOU SICK
PERVERT, ABORT, LEAVE, DON’T DO THIS. THINK OF THE CHILDREN, BUT NOT THIS WAY,
DEFINITELY NOT THIS WAY.
But instead, he chose to listen to the tiny whisper at the back of his mind.
Meek, hiding inside of a closet, finally deciding to rear it’s disgusting head
out of the hiding spot. And that little whisper said… “YOLO”.
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When Mob finally came out of the bathroom after what felt like an eternity, he
had only peered his head out of the door. Reigen felt his heart speed up at the
act of trust, innocence, and perversion all at the same time.
God, Reigen was disgusting.
“Shishou, a-are you sure this is OK?” Mob asked, fingers gripping the edge of
the door that shielded him.
“I’m sure,” Reigen promised, “ I already saw you in this outfit, there’s
nothing to be ashamed of,” He tried to comfort.
Mob swallowed down audibly, pursing his lips as he stared at the floor. He took
in a deep breath, shutting his eyes before nodding to himself, and finally
slipping out from behind the door, shutting it behind himself.
Reigen was speechless. Not necessarily for the outfit, it on it’s own wasn’t
too much of a shock, and he was trying to play it cool to not spook his
disciple. But he wasn’t able to hold in his awe at the fact the way it fit Mob
this time.
There was no sweater to cover his arms, half revealed with the rolled up
sleeves. Despite the fact that Mob’s arms were crossed at the front of his
chest, Reigen could clearly see the wet spots spreading from under his armpits,
the poor boy already drenched in fear sweat - combining with the sweat he had
accumulated earlier. However, the most shocking part of the ensemble was the
skirt. The plaid skirt that was now hiked up above his waist, hugging his hips
tightly. And the front was tented, just slightly, showing that Mob’s barely
pubescent cock was erect.
Reigen strode to his student in a few quick steps, not even bothering to ask
for permission as he gave him a bear hug, lifting the boy off the ground.
“Shishou!” Mob cried in confusion, but Reigen ignored it and made a beeline for
the yaoi couch.
Mob fell back against the cushions as Reigen’s hands gently dropped him. There
was complete silence aside from both of their breathing, hot and heavy as they
now stared at each other. Wordlessly, Reigen fell to his knees before the
couch.
Mob’s initial reaction was to curl into himself, momentarily trying to cross
his legs, absently beginning to levitate off the couch as he continued to stare
at Reigen with confusion and hope.
“You can’t escape me that easily,” Reigen laughed under his breath, large hands
grabbing onto Mob’s thighs and pushing him right back down.
“I don’t want to,” Mob said, voice so sincere that…
Fuck. Reigen was a monster.
No matter, he decided to accept his role as a monster and continue. He kissed
up Mob’s stomach, still covered by the blouse. He made a trail up his tummy
which rose up and down harder and faster with each peck, until he finally
reached the kid's chest. And he looked up at him, curiously. Perhaps to make
sure Mob wasn’t looking down at him with horror and regret.
But contrary to his fear, Mob was staring at him with absolute adoration and
gratitude. And with such a look, Mob could honestly not have expected Reigen to
be able to back off.
Reigen stuffed his face against Mob’s pits, the wetness of the fabric pressing
against his nose and cheeks as he greedily inhaled. He smiled to himself when
Mob giggled, noting that this was without a doubt a ticklish spot. Such a
vulnerable area, drenched in sweat that revealed just how nervous the boy was
despite it all. But the musk of Mob was exhilarating, drove Reigen to do
absolutely filthy things that he’d never have imagined himself capable of with
this… this child!
But he shoved that thought to the back of his mind, allowing it to nag and
scream at him while he continued.
“He trusts you!”
Reigen won’t hurt mob.
“You’re taking advantage of him.”
The boy… was mature for his age.
“Things will never be the same.”
Did he want them to be the same?
“Sh-shishouuu,” Mob whined, voice muffled by his own hands.
“What is it Mob?” Reigen asked, pressing light kisses up the boy’s shoulder,
all the way to the hands that shielded themselves in what Reigen could only
assume was shame.
“Stop teasing me,” Mob finally said, pulling his hands away from his face and
staring at Reigen with as much sincerity and neediness he could muster. Reigen
was at a loss of words, and didn’t know what to do despite the bluntness of the
request. And Mob could sense that.
“Touch me,” Mob clarified, dropping his hands between both of their bodies and
trailing it down to his crotch. He greedily splayed his fingers over the bulge
in his undies, and pressed down in himself. He cried out, “Right here, please
Shishou.”
This short, but unexpected request, was all Reigen needed to tell himself that
this child… Wanted this. He really wanted this.
So there was no reason for him to hold back.
Mob yelped when Reigen suddenly backed away, grabbing onto the back of the
boy’s knees and lifting them up. Half of his young body was off the couch,
suspended in the air before Reigen draped those soft, chubby legs over his
shoulders. The plaid skirt that had originally been shielding Reigen’s gaze
from the prize had fallen, now spread over the Mob’s tummy to reveal damp
tighty whities. All it took was the tiniest, little twitch of Mob’s cock to
encourage Reigen further.
Mob stared in awe as he could see himself, hips raised to his eyesight with how
Reigen had positioned them. He could see how lewd he appeared in the small
schoolgirl’s skirt, and he could see how much of a mess he had made of himself
again. His small cock was outline by the sticky fabric, leaving nothing to the
imagination.
Reigen’s large fingers splayed over Mob’s crotch, index and middle finger on
either side of the boy’s cock further outlining the member. He pushed down,
softly rubbing his fingers up and down the sides of Mob’s cock. Curiously, he
decided to take the outfit a little too seriously.
“What a fat clit you have,” He teased, treating the childish bulge like one. He
cupped the entirety of Mob’s crotch, rubbing it in slow circles with his palm
and fingers.
“Shuh-shhhh,” Mob trailed off, his own hands gripping and squeezing his belly
in agitation. His hips jolted, and stayed up, lidded eyes blinking at Reigen
pleadingly. "More, I want more..." He whispered, unable to articulate what he
wanted.
Oh, it was clear what the boy meant. The eager little humps from the boy’s
sweat covered thighs and hips made it loud and clear. But… Reigen was a cruel
man.
“What is it, Mob?” He asked, cocking his head innocently.
Disbelief crossed Mob’s face, jaw still hanging open as he panted. “Isn’t it
obvious?” he asked, throwing meekness out the window. His dick was in need
here!
A short chuckle was his response, and Reigen pulled his hand out from between
Mob’s legs. The look of annoyance and confusion on the kid’s face was adorable,
well worth the small tease.
“You have to ask nicely, that’s the only way you get things in life!” Reigen
answered, over confident grin almost mocking Mob. “So, what is it that you want
again? Nicely this time,” He teased.
While Reigen wasn’t the best at reading situations, he could definitely feel a
shift in the air after he said that. Mob’s innocent, childish expression was
suddenly clouded by… annoyance?
“Tch, shut up and eat,” was Reigen’s only warning.
The man let out a squeal, an actual squeal when Mob’s calves surged him down on
his crotch, and held his face down. ‘Holy fuck,’ Reigen thought to himself,
allowing himself to enjoy the sudden outburst. He inhaled the strong scent of
boy cock and early precum, an intoxicating scent he found himself breathing in
steadily. It was a comfort, really.
But simply breathing wasn’t enough to keep Mob coming back for more. So he
swallowed any last ounce of worry, and opened his mouth. He lolled his tongue
out, sloppily licking and leaving open mouthed kisses against Mob’s crotch,
leaving the underwear covered in slobber. He had lost all inhibition.
Soft pants were all that came out of Mob’s lips, his small fingers gripping and
combing through Reigen’s hair in encouragement. His chest heaved up and down,
hips stuttering as he held himself back from humping Reigen’s face.
Reigen hummed in praise of the kid’s efforts, the vibration of his lips making
Mob cry out and pull on Reigen’s hair harder. Mob nearly pulled him away from
his crotch, but now Reigen had reached the point where an adamant “Stop it!”
wouldn’t be enough to pull him away. He shoved his mouth right back against
Mob’s cock, and began sucking on the clothed cock.
Reigen released the damp fabric with a grunt, reveling in the pained whimper
from his student as the underwear snapped back against his crotch. Deciding he
had teased the poor kid enough, Reigen finally pulled apart the underwear slit
open, and pulled Mob’s erection out.
“I-It’s cold,” Mob shuddered, hips twitching as he looked down at his own
exposed cock. And Reigen wanted him to see it, realize just how lewd he
appeared. Understand that Reigen wasn’t a bad man for doing this, or taking
advantage of him. Nobody should be confronted with such a sight and be expected
not to do anything about it.
“Don’t worry, Mob, I’ll help warm it up,” Reigen assured, wrapping his index
finger and thumb around the pink little head. The tip was just barely exposed,
the rosy foreskin hugging the head tightly. And Reigen loved pulling it down,
how Mob shook and whined with the stimulation.
“Your mouth!” Mob whined, genuinely looking like he was on the verge of a
temper tantrum as his fists hit the couch. “Use your mouth again, please,
please shishou!” He begged, hips pushing up and down, fucking himself between
Reigen’s fingers.
And as much as Reigen would have enjoyed further teasing the kid, he didn’t
have the oppurtunity to. For before he could let out another snide remark, he
felt a surge of power at the back of his head for the briefest moment before he
was shoved down.
Reigen gasped in shock, which made it the perfect situation for Mob to push his
erection between his lips. It took every fiber in Reigen’s being to not bite
down out of pure instinct to having something forced into his mouth, but he
withheld. Especially when he heard the reaction to Mob finally getting what he
wanted.
“Good, so good, shishou’s mouth,” Mob panted, fingers digging into the couch as
he threw his head back. He didn’t move, instead enjoyed the hot, wet warmth
that finally made contact with his skin.
It took Reigen to make the first move, for Mob’s inexperienced mind was more
than content with just enjoying the sloppy heat around his cock. For him, that
was ultimate. He had never experienced pleasure beyond his own hand, pillow
sometimes if he was feeling adventurous. But an actual mouth? The sensation
alone was almost unbearable for him.
Which is why the moment Reigen began moving his tongue, slow and gentle circles
around the entirety of Mob’s small cock, he absolutely lost it.
“Ahhh, ah!” He cried, hands now on Reigen’s head. His thighs hiked up and
squeezed Reigen’s cheeks, holding him in place as the boy just shook. Unable to
even bring himself to hump forward, for once letting Reigen do all the work.
And what little work that was, for the kid had so little experience under his
belt - able to get hard from something merely brushing against his crotch - it
was no surprise how quickly he finished.
The first sign that Mob was going to cum was when Reigen could feel his cute
little balls twitching against his chin.
The second sign that Mob was going to cum was, “Shishou! Shishou! I- I think,
I’m, Shishou, please, more!” He begged, fingers gripping Reigen’s hair as he
shoved him down against his crotch, rocking his hips to and fro.
And true to his amazing psychic abilities, Mob finally came. His fat little
cock twitched with every little spurt of semen that came out of the tip, and
straight down Reigen’s throat as he swallowed eagerly. It tasted like… Well,
semen. A nasty concoction of salt and dead babies that didn’t taste all too
desirable. But this was Mob’s cum… and that was more than enough reason for
Reigen to swallow every drop, till the boy was literally crying from
overstimulation.
But Reigen was not finished, and he was a selfish man… For even as he could
feel Mob’s cock turning flaccid in his mouth, he didn’t let it go. He continued
to suck, playing with the boy’s cock like an actual sucker. Desperately, he
didn’t even bother undoing his pants. Unbuckling his belt was enough for him,
shoving his pants and briefs down in one rough push.
Mob’s initial post-orgasmic state of being boneless and unable to react to
Reigen’s continued ministrations disappeared as Reigen got more enthusiastic.
The man had his fist wrapped tightly around his cock, already slick with precum
as he didn’t even bother stroking himself. Instead he thrust his hips back and
forth, fucking himself desperately while leaving a slobbering mess on Mob’s
spent cock.
“Shishou, w-wait, it’s too much, it huuuurts,” Mob whined to deaf ears, his
little hands desperately pushing on Reigen’s head to get him off. But Reigen
responded with a swift smack, spanking the side of Mob’s thigh to keep him calm
as he got himself off.
But that little reprimand wasn’t enough, for Reigen suddenly felt his face
being lifted up… and up… and even upper, despite the fact that he was still
face first in the boy’s cock. The overstimulation proved to be too much for
Mob, for without either of them realizing it, Mob had accidentally began
levitating off the couch and slowly making his way up and away.
Reigen growled, releasing his own needy cock to push Mob back on the couch
where he finally pulled his mouth off. “Mob, just a little longer, I’m so
fucking close, so god damn close,” He promised, panting with saliva dripping
down his chin.
Mob whined, cock laying pathetically against his lower belly. But he relented,
and spread his legs with a nod. “F-fine, but… just a bit more,” He huffed,
shutting his eyes and preparing for the barrage of stimulation to repeat.
And Reigen was not going to take that permission for granted. Without a second
to waste, he dove right back down on Mob’s cock. But he was gentler this time,
instead choosing to gently nurse on Mob’s cock like a newborn calf. He sucked
softly, lapping at the soft member repeatedly, going slower and slower as he
found himself closer to…
“F-fffuck,” Reigen panted, pressing open mouthed kisses on Mob’s cock and balls
between gasps as he finally came between his fingers.
Reigen remained face first on Mob’s crotch, inhaling deep breaths against the
boy’s filthy underwear. It was covered in semen and saliva, wet against his
cheek as he rested his mouth. Though his briefs weren’t in a much better state,
he noted, lazily wiping his cum covered fingers against the crotch of them.
He was content on his spot however, able to give open mouthed kisses, playful
nips and sucks on Mob’s hips. There was no reason for him to want to stop,
especially not when Mob’s oversensitive cock continued to give a few frequent
twitches against his lips.
In fact, he only stopped when he had gotten a little too excited again, wide
open mouth covering the entirety of Mob’s salty crotch. “Reigen shishou,” Mob
whined, hips wriggling under his face. “It h-hurts, you said you’d stop this
time,” he panted, hands reaching down to weakly push on Reigen’s head. And
however reluctant he had been, Reigen spared the child and pulled himself off.
He wordlessly pulled himself on the couch, slumping sideways till his head
rested on Mob’s lap. And that wonderful boy, with a smile much too innocent for
what they had just done, stared at him fondly through sleepy eyes.
“I don’t want to get up,” Mob said, absently patting his hands on Reigen’s
head.
“So we won’t,” Reigen answered.
And they didn’t.
 
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The next day...
 
When Mob returned back to the office that evening after school, he wasn’t sure
how to go about handling the situation. Would he and Reigen shishou do this
more often? Or worse, would Reigen pretend it never happened and never bring it
up again… It was difficult to imagine how the day might go.
However, he quickly got his answer when he opened the door into the office.
There Reigen was, leaning back against his desk, leg crossed over the other as
he stood in a “cool” pose. “Welcome back, Mob,” He greeted, and Mob jolted in
surprise when Reigen suddenly clasped his hands together.
“Hello shishou,” Mob responded after a short beat of silence, shutting the door
behind himself. He would maintain a safe distance and not walk any closer.
But he didn’t even have to walk over to Reigen, for the man was approaching Mob
himself. A confident smile spread across his face as he sauntered over, his
hands still clasped together ahead of himself. Mob’s eyes stayed focus on his
hands.
“I got a present for you,” Reigen said, stopping just short of walking into
Mob. Before the boy could get a single word out, Reigen spread his hands apart
dramatically, presenting the “gift”.
[image]
Reigen sobbed when Mob seemed to be unappreciative of the gift, and used
telekinesis to yank the offending panties out of his hands and straight into
the trash.
***** Serizawa x Reigen *****
Chapter Notes
     Reigen doesn't change his underwear daily and Serizawa doesn't mind
     one bit.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The cold air nipped at Serizawa’s nose, still not accustomed to being out and
about - especially during winter. But he stuffed his hands into the front
pockets of his coat, trying his best to imitate a turtle and hide into the
warmth of wool.
“Again, thanks for agreeing to come over,” Reigen called out, keys jingling
between his fingers as he tried to find the one that opened his apartment door.
“I never get to hang out with adults - real adults, and not just kids and green
snot bubbles,” he mumbled, finally finding the right key.
“No issue,” Serizawa smiled nervously, eyeing the blank door as Reigen pushed
it open. “Thank you for inviting me,” he said, finding it difficult to even
believe that he had been invited over to a friend’s house to drink. This was
just like in the movies! Oh, so strange…
“Yeah, I had a coupon for sake, and I wouldn’t be able to finish it myself,” he
replied, entering the dark apartment. Serizawa followed after him like a
duckling, not even turning around to shut the door behind himself as he focused
on staying close to Reigen’s back in the dark. Not that is mattered anyways,
for the harsh winter winds closed the door for him.
“Here, just sit down on the couch and I’ll be right with you,” Reigen waved off
to the far wall with a 2 seat couch. Serizawa nodded, shuffling over to the
couch while Reigen left him alone in the living room.
He twiddled with his fingers as he sat upright and stiff on the couch. He tried
to not make it too obvious that he was being nosey, only moving his eyes around
to inspect his surroundings. And unsurprisingly the single man’s apartment was
rather empty, nothing but the essentials which was a tad different from his
office where Serizawa was able to find the odd knick knack or art piece around.
In the living room there was nothing but a couch, coffee table, and a stand to
hold a TV.
“Scooch over,” Serizawa jolted when he was brought back to earth by the sound
of Reigen’s voice. The man had managed to glide on over just beside him on the
couch without Serizawa noticing, far too focused on the stray orange peel at
the corner of the room.
“Ah, sorry.” Seri dragged himself over to the left side of the couch, allowing
Reigen to plop down beside him. Reigen set 2 sake cups on the table with a
generic flask.
“It’s not much, but I at least tried to make a presentation,” Reigen mumbled,
leaning over to pour sake for the two of them. He handed Seri a dark blue cup
filled with milky white liquor.
Reigen raised his own cup, “To a normal friendship between two grown men, the
only thing stopping me from feeling like a creep at this point,” he snorted,
taking his first sip with Serizawa following along shortly.
 
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It only took a few servings of sake to render Reigen out of commission, a true
champion lightweight as it turned out. His last words of the night were, “Here,
hold -hic- my sake,” before he attempted to get up on his own, and promptly
passed out.
Serizawa, still nursing his first serving of the night, was left confused and
distressed. He hadn’t bothered finishing up the remaining sake, instead pouring
his own cup down the drain, and storing the rest in the small kitchen just a
few strides away.
When he had returned, Reigen had not moved an inch - not even to adjust the
slacks that revealed his lovely, hairy legs clad in dorky white socks.
Cute…
Serizawa shook his head, batting away the gay thoughts that would not capture
him! Instead, he decided he’d be a polite guest, and figure out where Reigen’s
room was… He’d just have to carry him over, drop him, maybe tuck him in. And
then leave. Simple.
Without even having to lift a finger, he rose Reigen to the air. A brilliant
shimmer of energy engulfed Reigen, and Serizawa took the lead. The snoring body
of his drunk friend hovered behind him slowly as he walked around the
apartment, opening and shutting doors in search for a room.
Open
Bathroom.
Close
Open
Closet.
Close
Open
Room.
Open more
Seri swung the door open, walking ahead as Reigen’s body floated in after him.
He shuffled into the room, making a beeline for the pile of sheets and folded
up futon at the corner. With the help of telekinesis, it was a speedy task to
set the bed on the floor with Reigen wrapped in the midst of sheets piled on.
Looking down proudly at his work, Serizawa nodded to himself in satisfaction.
Quietly, he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind himself as he did.
There was nothing left to do but tidy up a bit, and start his walk home.
But as with any protagonist, such a simple ending would just not do.
Two steps down the hallway were all he needed to suddenly become aware of the
familiar pang in his lower belly, striking at him from inside. What a
troublesome, but incredibly convenient, time to need to take a piss.
“The bathroom should be right…” Seri wondered out loud as he walked towards the
door opposite of Reigen’s bedroom. And sure enough, the golden throne met him
as he opened the door. No issue with just taking a quick piss and hitting the
road, surely Reigen wouldn’t mind.
With that reasoning in mind, Seri entered the bathroom and shut the door behind
himself. It took him a few short moments to become comfortable in the bathroom,
taking in his new surroundings. A toilet with a sink attached to it, and a
large tub beside it. A towel hung on a rack, along with a few stray articles of
clothing. While it wasn’t the largest bathroom he’d been in, it certainly was
larger than his own.
A short pang in his stomach reminded him why he had made this venture in the
first place, and got him to continue. He tottered forward to the toilet, both
seats already conveniently left up. He undid his pants, pulling his penis out
and aiming.
After the initial moments of anxiety from peeing in another toilet passed, he
finally released his bladder. He huffed a sigh, tilting his head back in
relief. His eyes wandered as his piss continued to stream out, emptying his
full bladder.
He was content with staring at the wall, eyes patiently observing every aspect
of it that stood out, when he found himself staring at the wall rack. A light
blue towel hung there, beside a pair of pajama pants, and… Briefs. Dark grey
boxer briefs, which were a great deal manlier than his own boyish underwear, a
plain white pair of briefs.
The stream of urine finally died down to nothing more than a few dribbles, and
done. He wiggled the tip to get off any excess drips and prepared to stuff
himself back in his pants. Yet, a tiny voice at the back of his mind nagged him
just enough to stop him. And he found himself staring at Reigen’s underwear
again.
He… Maybe he could just touch it? Surely Reigen wouldn’t mind. What he didn’t
know wouldn’t hurt him, right?
Right...
‘I really shouldn’t be doing this,’ He thought, knowing it would be horrible of
him to take advantage of his friend’s trust.
But he pulled down the briefs from the rack, cock still out of his pants and
rising like Frankenstein’s monster. And before anyone raises a brow at that
comparison - it was entirely accurate in this case. It had been so long since
he had been able to give into his filthy love of worn underwear, and he was
beginning to get dizzy from excitement.
Despite how hyped he was, he realized chances like this didn’t come often. So
he took his time, appreciating the used undergarment between his fingers,
turning them inside out for a better experience.
'Oh fuck...' he whispered to himself when he saw the entirety of the crotch
stained a dried milky white. Not enough to point to full ejaculation - but
clearly Reigen had gotten VERY excited, precum staining the entire front side.
There was no hesitation as he stuffed his nose in the filthy bundle. Sure he
was planning on just rubbing the briefs all over his hand so he could go home
and jack off without washing his hands - you know, like a normal person. But
the sight of the underwear stained was too much for him. He took a deep breath,
eyes fluttering closed as he allowed himself this tiny allowance...
Without a second thought he turned around and sat on the toilet, wiggling his
pants and underwear down to his knees. This was disgusting. He was disgusting.
But that hardly mattered now that he spread his legs and looked down to see his
cock in all it’s uncut glory, fully erect and twitching with need.
Allowing himself to take this a step further, he tentatively reached down to
press his fingers against the tip. He pulled his hand back up to see a sticky
rope of precum following after the tip of his fingers.
“Fuck…” he huffed, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to control himself at
this point. But…
If he had already gone this far, he may as well go the entire way.
He opened his mouth, gnawing on Reigen’s underwear while still covered his nose
with it. He breathed in through his mouth and nose at once, catching no taste
from the underwear, but getting turned on nonetheless just for the fact that he
had it. His hand slid between his legs and he wrapped his hand around his cock.
There was no time to waste. He had never jacked off anywhere out of the comfort
of his own home, so he immediately got to work. The quicker he could get this
out of the way, the sooner he’d be out of here and scurrying back to his place
to pretend this never happened. To make this event nothing but a memory to jerk
off too every night.
He tossed his head back, draping the briefs over his face while he continued to
play with himself. He imagined Reigen there in front of him, stuffing his
smelly crotch against his face and forcing him to inhale it. And god, it
smelled so good… A mix of his cologne, musk of his sweat, and the unique scent
of dried precum.
How long had Reigen worn these briefs? It wouldn’t surprise him if Reigen were
the type to wear the same underwear for days in a row… He’d never seen him out
of his gray suit. And while that could easily be explained by him having
multiple gray suits, this was his fantasy, and he’d allow himself to imagine
Reigen being a filthy man.
His hips thrusted into his own fist desperately. He could practically see
Reigen in front of him, bent over and taking his cock to the hilt. Moaning as
Serizawa rutted into him like a wild beast, all the while Reigen’s own cock
neglected and dripping between his thighs.
Reigen would cum, ass spasming so wonderfully around his cock… But Serizawa
wouldn’t stop. He was a gentleman, considerate of others. However he’d make an
exception at this moment where he allowed himself to picture a perfect
scenario. One where he’d continue fucking into his boss’ oversensitive ass,
using him until he was finished-
“R-Reigen,” he groaned, hunching over himself further into the underwear. He
tightened his grip around his cock and shut his eyes. He was able to pretend
Reigen was there between his legs, encouraging him to go faster, tighter,
begging for his release-
Serizawa whimpered pathetically as his balls tightened. He quickly pulled the
briefs away from his face and held it over the tip of his cock as his hand
stilled. His cock jerked with every pulse of cum that spilled into the dirty
underwear.
“hah- ah...” Seri sighed, blinking his eyes open. Serizawa stared at the large
milky ropes of cum that covered his employer’s underwear, standing out clearly
from the gray color. Fuck.
Unable to think clearly, he found only one option left. No, not rinse it off
and leave it to dry like a normal human being. Or even just throwing it away.
Of course not, that would be too simple.
Instead he zipped up his pants, rolled up the stained underwear, and stuff them
in his pants pocket. Reigen was nowhere to be found, long asleep in his own
room to witness the crime that took place in his bathroom. The underwear thief
had escaped unscathed, with a trophy to take home and use time and time again.
Chapter End Notes
     Just a random side note, but in my motherland decades ago there was a
     man who used to sneak into houses. He didn't steal anything. He just
     grabbed women's underwear and cut them up into little pieces before
     fleeing into the night. His nickname roughly translates to "the
     underwear man" like some superhero.
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