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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Reigen_Arataka
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, Lust, Masturbation, ReiMob, MobRei, i_suck_ass_sorry, shoot_me
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-17 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1330
****** have you seen me? ******
by problematicrei100
Summary
     reigen notices mob in a new light. it makes him weak, makes him
     guilty and makes him drink till he pules his guts out.
     however, he just can't stop loving the boy.
Notes
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   Someday's it’s so hard to look at the boy without a twinge of guilt pooling
over in Reigen’s chest, overlapping his heart and making him feel empty. This
was his doing, there was no denying that statement. He ruined the boy. A point
had changed when he noticed more of Shigeo. His plump pale legs, the shine in
his eyes, the rosiness of his lips that he swore he could get drunk off of from
kissing. Reigen noticed all of it. He hadn’t noticed how hungry it had made
him, yearning for more, to see what he hadn’t been able to. Perhaps he had been
pushing away the thoughts; the more he smoked and drank late at night, the more
he wouldn’t think all of those thoughts. Beckoning and wondering what kind of
exploration lies under that gakuran. 
--------
   It then started with the dreams. It’s always a normal day at the office, the
light dimly shining through the blinds, the aroma of ryokucha tea spreading the
room and the two of them sharing the space. The office was like Reigen’s home
and he had no problem sharing it with Mob; the boy needed a place where he
belonged. A place where he was understood. Even when Reigen didn’t know a
thing. Peacefulness settling in the office, Reigen drags his last cigarette and
crushes it in the ashtray. The smell is pungent and dry. Mob sits on the couch,
reading a book quietly while the evening decides to come closer, letting the
day draw its end. 
   Reigen rises himself from his chair, stretching his arms and yawning. He
takes notice that Mob had been late, coming back from an unexpected practice at
his club in his gym clothes. Sweat had commanded the shirt to fold over the
boy’s body a little tightly, his pink nipples showing through the white fabric,
calling out to Reigens eyes. Though he tried to ignore it.
   “That’s a wrap for today Mob. We did well with those two customers today,
huh?” The boy doesn’t speak. Reigen no longer even feels his presence in the
room. It almost shook him when there was a slight caress against his inner
thigh. Turning around, there Mob was quietly; face flushed in pink, twiddling
his fingers against his risen up gym shorts. There was a silence among the two,
one that choked Reigen to death. Shigeo lowered himself to his knees, not a
peep from his lips, looking starved for attention. There’s no words that can
explain Reigen’s lips fast enough; there’s no explanation for why he didn’t
stop the boy from sinking lower, letting him button his suit pants and warm
himself around his cock. His throat was clogged and no words could accumulate
without nearly killing him. 
   In his dreams, Mob looks like an angel with his mouth around his cock, going
slowly, licking the tip gently while gently grooving his fingertips against his
balls. No, this isn’t right. It feels so good however, his dick feeling
disgustingly warm and erecting impatiently. Shigeo giggles slightly, it humming
against Reigen and vibrating through his entire body. Suddenly, the boy starts
taking him fully and almost gagging; making Reigen want to fuck his throat
until it was raw. He doesn’t want to hurt the boy, however. He just wants to
kiss him and give the boy all the love he has to offer. Reigen’s been alone for
so long now, filled with cheap beer, cigarettes and years of having no one to
hold close. If anyone deserves anything Reigen has to offer, it’s Mob.
    Oh god. I’m gonna..I’m gonna. Reigen holds Mob’s head and starts thrusting
impatiently, seeing Mob’s eyes look at him innocently with that warmness he
always holds dear. It’s so much for him. He wants to love the boy, he wants to
give him everything. Seeing white fill his head, he looks at Mob once more; the
kid moaning and crying out for him. It was perfect. 
   Then as soon as he wakes up, Reigen throws up in the bin next to his bed. He
feels a million eyes burning in the back of his head, the loneliness creeping
in him while the warmness pooled in his crotch kept him at bay; making him fall
over stuffing his head in his blanket. He jerks himself to orgasm, crying
himself to sleep.
----
   Mob leaves the office with a simple goodbye and a quiet shutting of the
door. Sighing, Reigen locks the door and closes the blinds. Today was too long,
too boring and too filled with an incurable loneliness. Walking over to turn
off a lamp, a strayed gym bag catches his eye. Did Mob leave this here? Picking
it up and setting it on the couch, Reigen impatiently ponders over it. Letting
the curiosity rip open his heart, he opens it to find water bottles, vitamins,
his gym clothes and a pair of white boxers. Making his heart beat faster,
Reigen holds it up to his nose and can smell Mob. If Reigen fucked him hard and
loud, is this what’d he smell like? He could feel his erection rising,
anticipating the touch. 
   Reigen starts stroking his cock quickly, holding the underwear close and
feeling himself melt. All he could think of was Mob. All he ever needed was
Mob. It was him and Mob against the world; the most beautiful and ideal world.
He loved that boy more than he would ever love himself. Reigen wanted to make
Mob his lover, his one and only. He stroked himself faster.
   Knock knock. 
   “Master, I left my gym bag here. Can I pick it up?” he hears through the
door.
   Fuck.
   Opening the door slightly, he hands Mob the bag and smiles. The boy looks at
him with such trusting and bright eyes. Oh how it hurts. They say their
goodbyes and Mob leaves once more. Reigen shut the floor, falling to the ground
with the underwear in his hands on the verge of tears. This is what he has
become. He rubs his cock senselessly and rapidly, moaning loudly at orgasm,
whimpering Mob’s name.
   Shigeo.
----
   Soon, Reigen stroking himself over the Mob he desired and craved for became
the regular. Beating himself up over it and playing with himself seemed a
better solution than going after the young boy. Sometimes, he made it a game. A
disgusting game. Both of them, together in the office on a slow day. Reigen
will start masturbating against his desk, talking to Mob while he’d work on his
arithmetic or reading his light novels. All he could think about was being over
top the boy, forcing himself inside and fucking him till he cried his little
eyes out. Making him beg for his master more, losing all of his senses while
cumming all over his cute flat tummy. All Reigen could do was dream. 
   However, the best moments were when Mob was looking at him, usually asking
for help on a problem he didn’t know how to solve. Shigeo would just lean
against the desk, foreheads nearly touching while Reigen pointed out problems
and made the boy think a little harder while he jerked himself off with the
other hand. Reigen sometimes would ponder over if Mob would ever notice. If he
ever did... what would he do? 
   Once the clock reaches his separation with the office, Mob waves goodbye to
Reigen. Nodding, Reigen looks over at Mob, who was staring with a tentative and
focused look. Maybe he noticed? Maybe he was pondering to himself while looking
in Reigen’s direction? Maybe he wanted Reigen to have him stay, the way he
pulled his sleeves up slightly oh god oh no.
   Fuck.
   When the door closed, Reigen gritted his teeth and spilled semen all over
himself, gasping for air. He could no longer cry. He would just feel empty,
wanting Mob to come back and fill him with that joy that preserves in his
heart. 
   Come back to me.
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