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Serizawa lays in bed, alone and cold. Today had been an extremely long day for both him and his boss Reigen. They had gotten a quite difficult exorcism request, one so difficult they had to call Dimple… that menace… to help them. During the exorcism, Serizawa took an interest in the way Reigen was speaking to them both. The way he talked them through the exorcism, telling them exactly what they should do, and how to do it. When things had gotten rough and the spirit got angrier, Reigen went as far as to bark instructions at them.
Serizawa has never known better then to follow any orders he was given to perfection, almost like a well-trained dog. Well, thats how claw trained him to be, how else would he know better? Only this time, instead of feeling like he was being pushed around forcefully, he liked it. Being treated like a dog sounded so good when is was Reigen talking to him like that. Maybe it’s his admiration for Reigen, maybe it was the crush he had on him that he wouldn’t dare to admit, but he wanted to please him in any way he wanted.
He had gotten lost in his thoughts.
Serizawa rolled over in his bed, bundled his blankets close to his chest and hugged his sheets close to him. What was he thinking? He would never let his dignity get so low that he would actually enjoy being treated like a dog, would he? But the more he thought about it, the more dangerous his mind got. How far would Reigen go with his orders? Would he make him do something degrading, something humiliating? Would he make him drop to his knees and order him to suck him off? And how would he even go about something like that? Would he grip on to his hair as he thrust into his mouth? Would he call him a good boy after he makes him cum down his throat? Oh god, what if all of this went down in the office, where anyone could walk in on them at any moment? It isn’t ethical in the slightest, but that’s what makes his fantasies so much more exciting. This was too much. Serizawa feels so pent up and decided to reach for the elastic band of his underwear, when almost on cue…
”Yo”, a voice says, phasing through the wall and sneaking up behind him. Serizawa’s soul nearly leaves his body. He quickly jerked his hand away from his crotch and looked behind him. It was Dimple, of course it was. “Can you at least warn me before you come into my room?”, Serizawa musters up. “Well, I’m a ghost, so it’s not like I can knock. My hands would probably just phase through the wall without making a sound.” Dimple uses his hands when talking (a trait he got from Reigen), and creates a knocking motion with his hands. At the moment, Dimple had never seen Serizawa look so annoyed. “You could’ve used your voice and just told me you’d be coming in.” Dimple rolls his eyes. He hadn’t thought about that.
“Well anyways”, he starts again, ignoring Serizawa’s last statement, “What the hell are you doing?” Serizawa feels his face heat up. Theres no way Dimple saw him reaching down to touch himself right? The smug expression and knowing smile on his face says otherwise. This is too much for him, all he wanted was a night to himself. “None of you business. What are you even doing here anyways?”, Serizawa finally replies. His voice is low and quiet as usual, but he adds a hint of annoyance in his voice just to make it clear to Dimple that he doesn’t want him here right now. “What, am I not allowed to check up on you anymore?”, Dimple asks. Serizawa shoots him a look and Dimple merely looks down on him.
He takes note of how good Serizawa looks right now. He’s laying down on his back and his back is being supported by a few pillows. His thick grey sweater lifts up a little bit near his stomach, showing the hair on the lower part of his belly. While looking at his stomach, he notices something that catches his eye. He looks down to where his happy trail leads and sees a bulge in his underwear. “On second thought, you don’t have to tell me what you were doing”, Dimple states simply. Serizawa burys his face in his hand from the shame. He can’t even begin to process that he really just got caught almost completely hard by Dimple of all people. “However,” he starts again, “you gotta tell me what even caused this if you want me to get out” Serizawa looks at him in utter disbelief. First he enters his house unannounced, catching him almost touch himself, and now he’s asking him to share what caused the raging boner in his boxer breifs. “No. Get the hell out of my house.”, Serizawa says with more annoyance then the last time. “Litsen, I’ll cut you a deal.” Serizawa isn’t ready to hear this. Dimple continues, “If you tell me why you’re desperately teasing yourself, I’ll possess you and help you get off. Sound like a deal?”
The room goes completely quiet. Serizawa is left pondering. Could Dimple really help him with this? Knowing Serizawa, he’d probably feel to guilty about jerking off to the thought of his boss, who wouldn’t? But he knows it would feel so good, waves of guilty pleasure flowing through his body. If Dimple took over his body and some of his brain, he wouldn’t have to worry about feeling guilty. Maybe Serizawa needs him, just this once.
“Well, you know the exorcism job we were given today? And do you remember the way Reigen was talking to us? His words were so demanding, and I felt like I could only do what he told me and i started to… um, I started think about that a little more… I wanna follow all of his orders. Any of them. No matter how weird… or risky they might get.” Dimple just stares at him. “So you wanna be a good boy for Reigen? That mess of a man?”
“Be quiet. I gave you what you wanted ok? So just please, help me out with this. I need this Dimple…” Oh wow, Serizawa looks really good when he’s begging. He sounds even better then he looks, his voice all whiny. “Hmmm beg some more and I’ll help”, Dimple says. Serizawa gives him a confused look. “What would you gain from that?” Dimple paused for a moment. “Well, you’re a handsome guy. You’re pretty big too. Its fun seeing someone so dominant-looking be so desperate.”
Serizawa really doesn’t give a shit, all he really needs is some relief. So, he gets on his knees and begs. “Please Dimple, all I can think about is him. And…fuck… I feel like I could get hard just by thinking about him so please, help me…” Serizawa notices how good this feels for him, acting all helpless and needy, making his cock throb.
“Fine.”, Dimple says, proud of himself for making Serizawa beg for him. He lunged towards Serizawa to possess him, and once he’s inside, his body went completely limp. After a few seconds, Dimple forces his body to straighten up. He uses Serizawas hands to pull his boxers off and returns to his previous position on his knees. Dimple takes a moment to marvel at his borrowed body. The hair on his stomach lead to a thick batch of curly hair on his crotch. Below his hair was his hard cock, 6 inches if Dimple had to guess. The tip of his dick was shiny and wet from the amount of precum he got while thinking of Reigen. “God, look at you… did you really get this worked up by your fantasies alone?”, Dimple teases. Before Serizawa could even respond, Dimple wraps his fingers around his dick, feeling the girth in his hands. Serizawa could only let out a small whimper in response. Dimple started to slowly stroke him and Serizawa let out a long moan. He couldn’t help but to fantasize a scenario with Reigen.
They would be in the office, Reigen leaning against his desk and Serizawa kneeling in front of him, taking his dick into his mouth. He would taste so good and his hard dick would feel so heavy in his mouth. The flavor and feeling of his sticky precum swirling inside of his mouth. He can imagine all the sweet praise Reigen would give him. “God, you’re so cute Seri…on your knees and pleasing me like the good boy you are…so good…”
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didnt even realize that Dimple had picked up the pace. His quick strokes produced filthy wet noises that filled the whole room. He felt so pathetic, letting him use his body like this. But there was something about him not having any control over his body that turned him on beyond belief. What if Reigen could do that to him? He would tie him up, flip him on his back and fuck him until he couldn’t even speak anymore.
“Rei-…hah… Reigen…”, he moaned to himself. At this point he was a panting mess of a man. Dimple, being inside of Serizawa's body, could tell that he was getting close. He frantically thrusted into his hand and Serizawa almost lost his mind from how good it felt. He didnt care about what Dimple thought of him right now, all he could care about was catching his relief. “Fuck…Reigen please, I’ll do anything for you,” Serizawa babbled to himself, “I’ll…hmph… I’ll be good, I’ll be g-good for you Reigen… I promise…” A few more thrust into Serizawas hand and he cums all over his hands and stomach. The sticky white fluid shoots all the way onto his his thighs too. Serizawa is left panting, his dick twitching from his intense orgasim.
A few moments go by and dimple finally unposseses Serizawa. “You should probably work out your feelings for him. It’s probably not the best to be secretly jerking off to the thought of your boss” And with that, Dimple turned to phase through the wall and leave, which left Serizawa with nothing but his thoughts and a sticky mess. It turns out Dimple didn’t help with the guilt at all, but he feels so good, he cant find it in him to truly regret what had happened.