In his whole 26 years of living, Satoru was no stranger to beautiful women—hell, he still had beautiful throwing themselves at him! But, you were gorgeous. Your hair done nicely, wearing a casual black dress, showing off your figure without even trying.

You tightened your crossed arms close to your chest, waiting for Satoru to do his little hero pose for your little boy. He gave a polite smile toward you, hoping to not seem too annoying to be around.

He kneeled down to your son’s height, giving a big smile toward the camera as the two did his iconic thumbs up. After the photo, Satoru chatted with the boy, being all cheery and friendly to get those chubby cheeks to smile. He was sort of sweating at the back of his neck, being intimidated by your protective aura of wanting to make sure your kid was having a good time.

The staff decided to have you join in the photo as well, so that it was more of a family memory. You hoisted your son onto your arms, moving closer to Satoru for the photo; not knowing how to really pose, he embarrassingly put his hand on your hip like it were some date night. Thankfully, you didn’t say anything, only smiling at the a camera as your cute son happily giggled.

The staff behind the camera had to hold in their laughs, they had never seen the handsome Satoru be so awkward with a mother—especially a pretty one.

After the photo, Satoru cheerfully said goodbye to your son, watching as the managers guided the two toward where the rest of the families were.

“Bye-Bye Kamen Rider! Bye-bye!”

Your little boy kept waving at Satoru, a bit sad to have to leave. Though, Satoru was a bit too focused on how perfect your ass looked as you walked away, the way the black fabric gave away that thong you were wearing.

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“Ya should’ve seen the dumb look on your face during that whole meet up— y’look smitten by that pretty momma”

Suguru chuckled as fixed Satoru’s hair for the upcoming live show. Satoru could feel the heat radiating from the straightener as Suguru went through his hair, he rolled his eyes at the comment.

“I didn’t have a dumb face. I’m pretty sure I was in character the whole time.”

Suguru glanced toward the mirror, giving an amused look at him, “uh-huh…Nervous about the show?”

Satoru was blessed for the change of topic, “Not really, I’m excited to see the cute little faces when I do the motorcycle entrance”

“You and that motorcycle entrance…”

Satoru almost whipped his head backwards, but he didn’t want his hair burning off, “it’s a cool entrance! The kids love it!”

Suguru didn’t say much, he clamped down the heat on his hair, spraying some product to keep up his spikes. The costume crew already were setting up for Satoru’s next outfit for the show, he was excited to shine on stage.

And maybe, he wanted to see your face in the crowd once more…but, perhaps that was wishful thinking.

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The lights begin to dim within the arena, the little boys and girls quickly quiet down, their gazes focused on the front stage. Then, Satoru appeared on his iconic motorcycle at one of the corners of the stage, revving his engine.

The children began to cheer, before Satoru began to move around the stage. The announcer began to introduce Kamen rider, getting the small children hyped up about the upcoming plot of the story.

“Oh no! There seems to be a strange creature in front of the train station—Quick Kamen Rider!”

Gojo revved his engine even more, waiting for the mechanics of bike to move to make it seem he was blazing through the city. The crew really did pour in their hearts out on the stage setting. They quickly changed the setting into a train station; furthermore, there stood a monster threatening to eat the passerby’s near by.

What made the live show more memorable is the audience participating; so the crew had already chosen some of the little kids with their parents to be the passerby’s—and unfortunately (fortunately), the crew had chosen you and your son.

“Ha. Ha. Ha! Kamen Rider, you are too late! These kids will be in my belly soon!”

The kids cried hearing the monsters threatening voice, each of them falling out for their hero. The parents beside them quietly chuckled at their children’s dramatic performance. Though, your little boy giggled.

This caught the monster’s attention, “Who dares to laugh at me!”

The light shined on your sons face, the crowd awed at how cute your boy was. Satoru and the monster glanced at one another, a bit confused on what to do with a giggling child— thankfully, the monster began to improvise.

The monster carefully picked up your son, holding him out toward Satoru, “He will be my first meal!”

“Not on my watch!”

His fighting music began, he spun around to dramatically grab the young boy—who was having the time of his life— setting him down before focusing on the beast. Every twist abd turn, the kids cheered; however, Satoru was more focused on impressing the hot mom that was siting a few meters away.

God, he was praying that his moves were impressing you.

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“—Did you have fun, sweetheart?”

You gently bounce your four year-old in your arms, seeing his round eyes staring back at you; he gave an aggressive nod holding his Kamen Rider plushie that you had just bought him.

You heart swelled looking at his joyous expression, “I’m glad you had fun, honey.”

You began to inch closer to your parked car, your little pumps clanking against the pavement of the empty garage. Your hand begins to run itself inside your bag, trying to find your keys.

Your son was looking around, bored—until, he suddenly said an excited, “Hi!”

You freeze; unfortunately, your son had a habit of saying hi to strangers; however, no one was supposed to be here by now. You quickly spun around, holding your pepper spray out!

“Wow-wow-woah! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you! I mean no harm!”

Standing there was the man who had been on stage, wearing casual clothing and wanting to speak to you. You lower your spray, still holding it tightly as you held your son close.

“Uhm… did you need something.”

Satoru awkwardly chuckled, “I wanted to give you my number… if that’s alright with you—I wanna talk to you more..”

You lightly chuckle, it was only a handful of times where a man actually made a move on you, “is that so?”

He pulled out his phone, holding it out toward you—hoping you’d take it. Your eyes flicked up and down his figure, seeing if he was… all that. Usually, you don’t really go for young looking guys; however, he was tall, good figure and… good with kids.

“Let me just buckle him up”

You adjusted the seatbelt straps, your son kept staring out at Satoru—who gave a small smile at the little guy. You kept the car door open, not wanting to ignore your kid; nonetheless, you leaned yourself against the car door, still assessing Satoru.

“You want to give me your number? Y’like to pick up random moms from your events?”

Satoru quickly explained himself, not wanting to seem like he was using these events to get laid, “No, no, no! I usually don’t really do this, but I found you very beautiful and I want to get to know you…!”

Normally, you would not give the time of day to random men; especially when you have your son buckled up. However, you had seen Satoru perform in front of little children and he seemed like a good man to your boy… aside from that, he was also very hot.

“Well… I guess I wouldn’t mind having your number…”

That’s how you began having a relationship with a man who stars on a kids show.

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You’d been talking to Satoru for maybe a couple weeks.

He would often start the conversation with a picture of him on set, something cute to really break the ice. Satoru was a light flirt, often complimenting you when ever you sent a photo of you out with your son. However, your dates were pretty sparse— it wasn’t easy for him since filmed weekly for Kamen Rider.

Fortunately, you were able to see Satoru in his element with the weekly episodes. Your son ran a strict program whenever a new episode would play; the lights had to be off, mommy had to sit beside him, and he needed to be in his Kamen rider pajamas.

You mentioned this to Satoru.

Satoru: That’s so cute. (╥ ᴗ ╥)

You: Yeah, he really likes Kamen Rider.

You felt a bit out of your element when texting him, it’s been a while since you really had a relationship—still, you don’t think this will last long.

Satoru: So…you watch my show? (˶˃⤙˂˶)

You wanted to laugh at how expressive he was through text, though, you didn’t mind it at all.

You: yeah, I do.

Satoru: I’ll work extra hard for this next episode, then!

Gosh, you practically slammed your phone into your mattress at how ridiculously cute he was.

You: I’ll have to see that.

Satoru: Oh? Well, what do I get if I do good?

Your heart thumps against your chest seeing his challenge. Your fingers still atop of the screen, hesitating if you should really bite the bait.

You: Maybe…. I can send you a little reward.

You knew that Satoru would catch on with what you were laying; a week ago, he had sent a picture of himself in just a towel.

Satoru: Then, I’ll really work hard in this episode. Make sure to wear something sexy.

You: We’ll see if you get your reward.

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The next week, you were sitting by your son once again watching the new episode of Kamen Rider. Before it had even began, you got a call from Satoru. You slid your finger to answer him.

“Hello?”

“Are you prepared to watch my episode?”

Your shoulders relax, you glance at TV screen as it began to play the intro; your son was excited for upcoming fight.

“Yes, were both excited to watch it,” your hand gently ran itself on your kids head, “I hope to see an outstanding performance.”

You could hear Satoru’s chuckled through your hear— it was a smooth rumble from his throat that really made it hard to hold your smile.

“Don’t worry, y’won’t be disappointed.”

Your son grew a bit antsy, “Mama, the show is about t’start…”

A long breath escaped your lips, “I gotta go, my son is not liking the interruption of his show. I’ll tell you later if you get your reward.”

“I hope to see all of you”

“Yeah, yeah—“

“Mama,” you looked down at your son who had a small grump on his face; he did not enjoy his mommy’s focus being on the phone and not on the TV.

“Gotta go.”

After the episode had ended, you carry your son to his room to tuck him in.

“Did you enjoy the episode?”

You son nodded against your neck, “Mhm… I love Kamen Rider…”

You gently chuckled at his little murmur, “I love Kamen Rider too…”

Once you got your son to sleep, you quickly headed into your own bedroom to call Satoru.

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“Satoru?”

“Right on time,” the comment made you giggle into your phone.

“My son is finally asleep.”

His breath slightly hitches, “that so?”

You glance back at your door, making sure it was locked so the little one wouldn’t interrupt mommy’s call. You sat yourself at the edge of your bed, glancing at your mirror to check if you still looked good in your nightgown.

“Mhm…”

You could some rustling from the speaker, maybe he was laid in his bed—it made you wonder if he was fully clothed or not.

“So, d’ya enjoy my episode?”

“My son really enjoyed it. He liked your speech about your inner self.”

“Did you?”

Your cheeks grew slightly warm, his words came in a low whisper that tickled your entire body.

“It wasn’t boring.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, shifting more in his sheets, “I’ll take that as you did… so.. does that mean I get my reward?”

You cross your legs, skin glistening from the dim lights you had, “it does.”

You could practically hear Satoru smirking through the phone, “What is my reward?”

“I could send some photos for you to enjoy.”

“That would be really nice. I get lonely when I’m away from ya.”

You let out another breathy chuckle, “Well, they’re not playboy… I’m no longer in my prime.”

You could hear a light scoff escape him, “Don’t even say that. You’re very attractive. The ass and tits on you… you’re a work of art.”

You bite your lip softly, though your lips were already in a big grin, “You really know how to talk to a women, they reach that in acting school?”

“it’s the truth, baby. Now hurry up, I wanna see your sexy ass on my screen!”

You chuckled, “Fine, Fine. I’ll send them in a bit. Make sure to tell me if you like them.”

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It’s been a while since you really sent nudes to a guy; last time you did that was when you were a dumb college girl. Now, you were spreading your legs in front of your mirror, trying to get a cute angle of your pussy to show some child superhero.

“God…How’d I do this in college..?”

You shift even more to make sure your hair is nice. You angled the camera to get some nice shots of yourself. You posed yourself in different styles to show your lovely curves through your thin nightgown.

You groped your tits, making sure to show the peaks of your nipples to the camera. You even decided to spoil him by making a little video of yourself getting naked, playing with yourself for a few moments before cutting the surprise short—-you didn’t want to give him all of it.

You hesitated sending the photos and video, what if they weren’t as sexy as you intended? Still, your fingers hit sent. You quickly shut off your phone, wrapping yourself in your duvet from the shame.

“God, what am I even doing!”

Then your phone buzzes.

You peek your eyes out from your hiding place, reaching out your hand to check if it was truly him. His name popped up on your screen, and you noticed that he had sent a video.

You didn’t even hesitate to click on the video, you curl yourself even further in your duvet. The video he set was of him showing his print, his large veiny hand groping through his sweatpants. His hand was shaking from holding the camera, soft little whimpers echoed through the screen.

“Fuck… y’look so fucking hot in those videos… I just wanna fuck that little pussy…”

He shifted his hips, his pants tightening around his print, rubbing his cock with the material. You could see a vein pulsating from his lower abdomen, showing his body aching for you. He continued to palm himself, more whimpers escaping his lips, even a little wet spot began to form in his pants.

Without even realizing it, your own hand began to travel down your panties; soon, your fingers pressed themselves against your clit.

Finally, Satoru pulled out his cook from his pants. It was a beautiful color, a dark flush at the top of his cock with glistening cum threatening to spill. He stroked for a few moments, whispering your name through the screen, his voice began to quiver as he began to reach his limit.

You swirled your fingers against your clit even more, your pussy began to drool at the sight of Satoru’s cock. You bit your lip, letting your fingers dip even finger into your pussy.

You heard a chocked cry coming from your screen, your eyes straining themselves to see when he came; however, he stopped the video before he even finished! A soft gasp escaped your lips, your fingers stilled from the sudden stop of their game.

You rolled your eyes, how dare he not let you see him cum!

You: Your such a meanie.

Satoru: Only giving you a taste. Hopefully soon I can have all of ya. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

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“So, is he bummed out about the upcoming season finale?”

You raise yourself shoulder up to your ear, balancing your phone on it to let yourself wash the dishes, “Yeah, he thinks it’s the end of show. I tried telling him that it’s just a break, but no, he’s still sulking.”

Satoru chuckled, you could practically feel his breath grazing your skin, “He’s so cute… the season finale is taking time to film—supposed to be an hour long special; if ya want, I can try to invite you guys into the studio.”

Your brows furrow slightly at his sudden invitation, “Really? You can do that?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’ll let me. Plus, it’ll make him less bummed out about the finale.”

You turn off the faucet, drying your hands with the nearby towel; before holding your phone more comfortably, “Well, if it’s not too much trouble, I think he’ll enjoy it.”

“Its no trouble. Our next shoot Isnt too long, so I can show him around and maybe…. Hang out with you after… maybe at your place? Cook some dinner, maybe eat some dessert…”

You let out a soft scoff, leaning your hip against the counter, “Smooth. Though, I wouldn’t mind having you over… but don’t think I do this a lot… inviting guys over—- so watch yourself.”

“I will. Promise!”

Your shoulders relax with the reassurance, still your hoping your not inviting some weirdo in your home, “Then, I’ll see you whenever you have everything planned.”

“Mhm! I’ll send everything hopefully by the end of the day—can’t wait to show you both around!”

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You adjusted your son’s clothes as the two finally got to the filming studio, your fingers brush over his soft cheeks to make sure he looks presentable.

“Remember. Be respectful, and stay close to mommy unless I say so.”

Your son give a firm nod, “Yes, Mama!”

You gently smile, picking him up in your arms; one of the staff began to escort the two through the grand filming set, leading you to Satoru’s station. The man knocks on the door, announcing to Satoru that you were here. In moments the door opens to reveal Satoru in his Kamen rider costume, his hair still getting styled by Suguru.

“You’re here! C’mon in!”

Your son was so excited to see Satoru, his whipped toward him happily. Satoru gave a bright smile toward him.

“You must be my number one supporter, right?”

Your boy nods, “mm!”

Satoru chuckled, he gives your son a gentle high five before letting Suguru finish his hair. Later, Satoru began to show around every set and cast that was near— most of this whole thing was for your son, who was delighted to be around his idols. Your heart always melts at your son’s joy; it almost exploded when he happily smiled when taking a picture of him with his favorite duo—which was Detective Nanami and Kamen Rider.

The staff showed the little boy around the sets, even teaching him how to work a camera when filming. Satoru wasn’t also of help with your melting heart; the way he happily interacted with your son, the subtle glances he shot at you, or even the way his fingers would graze your hand—it almost killed you!

After running around the studio, your son was exhausted from the days activity: he fell asleep in your arms. Satoru drove all of you home, making sure to not play any loud music that would wake your son.

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“Nice home you got here”

He opens the door to your place, letting himself inside as you carry your son; his blue eyes jump around from corner to corner, glancing at pictures that were framed and hanged, and then back to you.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna tuck him in for now.”

He nodded, heading toward the living room area as you walked down the hall. He rubbed his hands against his pants, a bit nervous being in a pretty women’s home—it’s been a while since he’s really gone out like this. Satoru straightened up as he heard the creaks from the wood, he ran his hand through his hair as you walked in.

“Do you want some wine? I have really good one if you want to try.”

Satoru was too focused on the way your hips swayed with your jeans, how the denim was strained with your thick thighs, “Oh—I wouldn’t mind, it’s been a while since I’ve drink”

You turned away to grab the glasses and wine, his eyes continued to travel up and down your body. After your videos and photos, he wanted to see how your body curved with every stretch, how that smooth skin would look coated with sweat from sex—

Satoru’s thoughts were cut as the glasses you placed clanked together, “Thanks…”

You pour the wine into his glass, before sitting beside him on your couch. The two of you take a few silent sips of your beverages before you finally break the silence.

“Y’know… I’m really thankful for what you did for my kid… no one really put so much effort to…. Just make him happy…”

You swirl the wine around your glass, your lashes fluttering against your cheekbones as you looked down your glass. Satoru could hear the vulnerability in your voice, the way your body shifted from finally letting yourself relax in front of him.

“Ya don’t gotta thank me, I love making kids smile… it’s my job,” Satoru’s hand enveloped yours as he grabbed it, his thumb touching your pulse in an addictive manner.

The two of you stay like that for a few moments, lips stained in that cherry wine, his thumb continuing their touch— it made your body shiver. It seems he was feeling it too, his eyes kept looking at your plump lips, wanting to run his tongue around your teeth.

You bodies began to inch closer and closer, glasses already forgotten as the two of you finally met. One of his strong arms slid behind you, snaking itself around your waist. His free hand made its way toward your face, his thumb pushing through the corner of your mouth to open you up—his tongue sliding through your teeth.

You let out a gasp, making you open wider for him. Both your bodies rubbed against another, chest to chest, thighs tangled in each other. The room was quiet but, filled with your tongues colliding, soft moans rumbling from both your forms. Satoru moved his hand to the back of your head, locking you in place. Your mouth began to suck his tongue, teeth grazing the wet muscle.

His hooded eyes watch as you shift around your constrictive denim, already imagining your pussy rubbing against the harsh material for relief. His warm hands rub themselves against the wire of your bra, teasing your sensitive form even more.

He broke the kiss once he felt your hand palm his throbbing cock through his pants— the sudden touch send a shockwave through him. Without even speaking, the two of your stumble into your room.

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“A-Are you sure Toru? I’ve never—“

“I’ll be fine. C’mon, sit on my face.”

Hesitantly, you push your hips down, feeling his face mold against your wet pussy. His fingers latch themselves onto your thighs, spreading you even more. He rubbed his face up at down, letting your clit hit his nose and graze his lips.

You let out soft gasps, shifting your hips into his face before feeling his tongue swirl against your clit— your hand gripped onto his spikes. He mouth beginning to mouth your pussy; still not even entering your aching hole.

“S-Satoru…! Fuck….”

You couldn’t yell or scream, your throat lumped itself with moans that needed to be held from waking up your son. The springs of the mattress wheeze from the constant push of your body onto his face.

Finally, his tongue dove into your aching cunt; piercing itself into your gummy walls. You felt yourself arch as he began to slurp up your slick that has pooled from his constant teasing. His wet muscle kept swirling around, you almost screamed as you felt his fingers spreading your cunt wider—you tried to lift yourself away, needing a break, but his other arm held you in place.

“F-Fuck…! G-Gonna cum soon!”

You tried to warn him to slow down but, it only fueled him to keep going harder. His fingers dug into your hole assisting his tongue for more stimulation. You twisted your fingers into his hairs, probably taking a few strands, but you were reaching your limit.

Your hips pushed into his face harder, maybe you were suffocating him; however, you could care less as you just needed to cum on his fucking face. You quickly covered your mouth, letting your cum spill from your body onto his face— your body collapsing beside him as your high came down.

“You’re insane…. How’d you not…”

“Kamen rider is always prepared.”

God, he was sickly cute.

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You rustle threw your drawer thaf was right beside your bed, “Fuck… I don’t think I got a condom…”

“Has it been that long since you’ve—“

“Shut up,” you frustratedly close the drawer, resting back into the sheets. Satoru hovers over your naked body, his cock slaps onto your tummy.

“I’ll pull out. We don’t gotta stop the fun.”

You glanced up at his form, raising a brow at his claim, “Y’sure?”

Satoru nods, he begins to rub his cock against your pussy, loving the way your pussylips spread apart for his girth, “I promise to be good, I’ll pull out and paint this tummy with my cum.”

You rolled your head back as his cock grew more hot, your legs wrap around his waist—waiting for him to tear you open.

“C’mon… just put it in..”

He shakes his head, his hands cup your breasts; you watch as he delved into your curves. His mouth wrapped against your nipple, his teeth pulling slightly before letting it drop then going back in. The other breast was being toyed with his hand, pinching the sensitive bud before flicking it.

“Such a naughty thing…. I can feel your pussy get more wet from just these touches,” his mocking words graze your ears as his cock kept rubbing over your clit. You turn your face away from him, not wanting to give him any satisfaction.

“Ah!”

Then, you felt a sharp bite at the fat of your tit— it was a quick pain that was soon soothed by Satoru’s tongue.

“What the hell was that for?”

Satoru looked up at you, his lips curled into a smirk, “You were hiding your face. How else will I get your attention?”

You pout your lips, “Just put it in.”

He rolls his eyes, finally, his tip finds itself at the entrance of your cunt. You could feel the fat tip begin to tease your entrance; it made your want to yell at him once more— until you felt it go in. You backed arched against the mattress, your hands shot through to hold his shoulders; with only a few inches of him, you were being split.

“A-are you almost fully in…?”

He nuzzled his nose against your neck, before his lips grazed your ear, “Not even halfway, baby.”

Your eyes roll at the back your head, his hips slowly pushing themselves further; easing you into taking him in fully. You could practically feel him hit your heart from how deep he was hitting you, it was like no other feeling. He was already close to your cervix without even moving! Your nails dug into his shoulders with a low sigh being the only relief you have.

After a few moments of no movement, Satoru begins to move; it felt like your insides were being rearranged from the simple thrusts. Then, he began to pick up the pace; his tip beginning to smooch itself against your cervix, pushing it around.

His cock pulsated inside of you, hitting you from different angles at made you bite your lip. His eyes traveled up your body; watching your body coat itself with sweat, tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips, how your tummy bulged from how big he was. His fingers grazed the bulge, before pressing down to watch you flinch.

“Fuck you!”

He smirked at you little cry, “Aww, you’re so cute… keep for pretty little voice down, don’t want him to think Kamen Rider is hurting his mama…”

You hated his condescending tone, yet your pussy began to squelch at how mean he was turning. You arched for his cock to bruise your insides, making sure to leave you aching for him when he wasn’t inside. Your cunt began to cost his cock with your slick, making him burn all around.

He let out a low hiss, “She must be really mad at me, huh? Don’t worry, she’ll learn who she belongs to”

He hiked up one of your thighs onto his broad shoulder; lifting your body lightly to really hit you deep, you clenched your pillow for dear life to not make a peep. The room smelled like sex, your bodies squelching and sighing against on another. His balls slammed against your asscheeks, already tightened ready to spill.

He flipped your body so that you were now laying on your tummy, ass up in the air to make space for his cum. He yanked out his girth, despite your pussy clawing to keep him in.

His cum spilled all over your ass, burning himself into your skin. He didn’t hesitate to give a nice smack onto your cheek, rubbing it to let it sooth itself.

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“T-Toru…Satoru…! F-Fuck…ack!”

You seriously dont know what round this was—more than 2 for sure, you don’t even recall him pulling out for the last few rounds, not that you care anymore.

Satoru held put your thighs up in the air, you back hitting his chest as he whispered nasty things in your ear. You couldn’t even register was he wasn’t even saying, only nodding along on what ever he was saying.

“Y’don’t even know what I’m even telling ya, huh? Too dumb to think?”

“Y-Yeah..!”

“Shh… shh.. not too loud, baby.”

You swallow your moans, feeling him pushing your body down to take him fully once more. You couldn’t believe that your bed frame was handling all of this, but you couldn’t give it too much thought with your brains being fucked away by Satoru.

Satoru pushed your legs together, pushing them up to your chest as he continued to push his hips into you.

“F-Fuck… she’s still so tight even after I ruined her… so fucking precious,” his voice came out in a slight quiver, feeling himself get sentimental with his cock ready to cum.

“Y’look so pretty… tears stained… covered in my cum… gonna paint your insides…”

He knew that you couldn’t respond; only getting little whimpers and sighs with every word. With one finally grunt, his cock sputtered out hot cum inside your cervix. He could hear your pussy delightedly slurping up his cum, your legs twitched from being filled to the brim.

Satoru watched as your body collapsed beside him, both of you finally spent from the sex thaf had just finished. His fingers gently brush away hair that was sticking on your face, then he leaned in to give you loving pecks.

“You’re too precious…”

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The next morning, you quickly woke up Satoru so he could leave without making a big deal—you didn’t want your son to see him just yet, plus, Satoru had to shoot some final scenes.

“—Yes Satoru, I’ll call you. C’mon, he’s gonna wake up soon…!”

Satoru quickly fixed his hair through your mirror, “Man, you really left me with barely any hairs…”

You rolled your eyes as you tie your robe around you, “Your hairstylist can fix it.”

The two of you finally head out your room, but quickly freeze once the two of you see your little boy coming out from his deep sleep. He rubs his eyes, his cheeks still flush with sleep; however, his gaze falls upon the imposing figure of Satoru.

His little face is awestruck that his hero had stayed over! His mommy didn’t even tell him!

after at least six shared orgasms and not a lot of brainstorming, you’ve reached somewhat of a conclusion. the musky, cloying sweetness of sex mingles with the crisp cologne he always wears, and it smells right. feels like home.

you trace the hard, slick ridges of his abdomen with a fingertip, counting every shallow rise and fall as his breath catches up to him. the man lying next to you is a wreck, yet somehow, he still manages to appear angelic. his snowy fringe is plastered to his damp forehead, forming a blinding halo against the white pillows. undoubtedly he’s staring up at the ceiling, the sex-crazed mania ebbing away, tranquillity in its wake.

he stretches, making the muscles beneath your touch ripple. when he finally turns his head, god. those eyes—all the blue skies in the history of the world coalesced into two irises—seem to hold space for nothing but you. satoru offers a boyish grin, then gently grabs your wrist, rubbing his cheek against your palm like an affectionate cat before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“an us problem, apparently,” he then wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer so your chests are flush. the cum-slick sensation of your thighs sliding together in the cooling air.

“No, not that you’d do anything!” You sigh, shutting your eyes. “Toji I know you’d never cheat on me, it’s just I’m so worried that I’m not looking good enough. I’m always a hot mess with the baby and-”

“Am I not doing my job good enough?” You blink as he cuts you off.

“Toji you do an amazing job,” you say softly, hands sliding up his strong chest, feeling his heart beat steadily under your palm. “You take care of all of us so well, you do everything – that’s why I get to stay home with the baby.”

“Nah I’m clearly slacking,” you blink a bit in confusion, Toji sighs and trails his hands up your body, he’s so huge that he always makes you feel this mix of safe and just wet by the sheer size of him. “I am not doing my job at all.”

“What? No you’re not slacking!”

“Uh huh,” he turns your body to face the mirror, untying your top and making you gasp, letting it fall to the floor, showing off your tits for his view.

God Toji loves your tits, before the baby of course but even more now.

He grips them both in his huge, calloused palms, the roughness scraping sensitive skin, your nipples immediately bead with milk, earning his groan all raspy in your ear. “Fuck, would ya look at that.”

“T-toji…” you go to cover and he scowls as if you have offended him gravely, he smacks your much smaller hands down, squeezing your tits again, hovering behind you and bending down, lips against your ear.

“Look at me and you together,” your lashes flutter, earning a pinch on your sore nipples. “I said look, doll, be a good girl f’me, huh?”

“Yes,” he loves when you get submissive for him, dazed eyes glittering as you look up at his reflection, gasping as he squeezes them even harder, milk starting to drip again. “It’s making a mess.”

“Good, I want you to be a fuckin’ mess,” Toji’s words make your tummy clench, body aching for what she’s been missing, you just got cleared a few weeks ago to have sex but Toji had to leave for business right around that time. “I’ve been neglecting my pretty lil’ doll, hmm?”

“Not neglecting me, ah!” He sinks his teeth into the skin at the nape of your neck, moaning and sliding his hand down your tummy. You tense and he shakes his head, taking his time as he trails them down.

“I’ve been dying to bury my cock in all your holes,” you’re a blushing fucking mess then, his filthy words mixing with the love he has, as rough as Toji seemed he was achingly sweet deep down.

And filthy.

“You want to be in all my holes?” You ask softly, body responding right to him as he chuckles, his teeth against the crook of your neck.

“What a goddamn question.”

You’re trembling when Toji’s hands trace down your figure, then back up, biceps wrapping you so that you’re damn near hidden with just how thick he is, he kisses all messy right up your neck, dragging you back so your ass is even more against his cock. Your body can’t take how good he feels, how good he smells, how badly you crave even more.

“Beautiful fuckin’ body, god,” you whine out, arching against him, feeling his strong thighs against the curve of your ass, his length pressing right against your spine, one bicep wrapping your waist as his fingertips toy with your clit over the bikini bottoms, making them slick. “Fuck you’re already this wet?”

“M-miss you,” you turn your head for his messy, desperate kiss – it takes all Toji has not to bend you over and slide his cock inside, bruise your cervix and bite your skin, smack this ass.

How can he control himself with these pretty tits when all he wants to do is slide his cock between and fuck them, cover all of you with white and lick every bit off, have you fucked dumb on him.

But it’s been months and you need him to be gentle and sweet – and yes, Toji can do that, even if his cock is throbbing in protest.

The little fucker could wait.

Toji is teasing you instead, teeth nipping your lower lip, exhaling as you pull back, your eyes all dazed and dark from your dilating pupils. “Please…”

“We’ll get there,” he murmurs, rubbing up your slit, your puffy lips gripping his finger greedily. “God, you’re soaked just for me?”

You nod jerky, he captures your lips again, teasing you gently, you’re easily lost in Toji, in everything about him, every touch and breath, every murmur of your name from those lips. He’s quickly turning and lifting you into his arms, spreading your thighs around his hips, and carries you in his arms as you cling to his neck, still sniffling tears all pretty.

Toji lays you on the bed, kissing down your breasts and down to your nipple, squishing your tits so the milk just drips against his lips. You cry out, hands entangled in his hair as he sucks on one peak, moaning around it, that scar brushing just right against your delicate skin.

“Mnh! It’s all… in your…”

“So sweet,” he moans and kisses the other tit, thumb circling around a nipple achingly slow. “I love them all full like this.”

You suck in a breath as he tugs your nipple further into his mouth, his hand slipping to cover your tummy, the fingers spreading over it entirely. You feel their warmth, his lips lower, trailing between your tits and lower, teeth nipping at your ribcage, he literally manhandles your ass up higher on the bed, chuckling when you squeak just a bit, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

“God I can’t wait to put more babies inside you.”

“More?” Toji lets out a low hum of a laugh, tickling your skin, his tongue lapping right up a little line on your tummy, leaving it just glistening. You suddenly don’t care so very much, not when his teeth are nipping at the skin that you’re so bothered by.

“I want more kids, yeah doll… gimme at least one more, huh?” You blush when he licks another stretch mark, your cunt throbbing and aching. “Sexy lil thing, you know how badly I wanna see my cock print here?”

“Toji!” you’re covering your face, blushing insane, but he tugs your arms down, your hands entangle in his inky locks, watching as he moves his thick fingers through the syrupy mess of your cunt, slick little sounds softly echoing as he plays with it. You’re biting down on your lip, arching your hips, ready for more.

“My doll, you know I could still see it – you forget how big I am? Can’t wait to shove my cock inside, ruin your pretty pussy again,” he kisses the hood of your clit, your thighs threaten to close, making him shove them up and high, raising a brow at you – the sweetness gone for just a moment. “Ah-ah, open em, be a good girl f’me.”

You spread them just a bit and he chuckles, shoving your thighs up against your chest, smushing them against your tits, thumbs pressing against your flesh as he spits a trail right down your slit, the glob of saliva mixing with your own slick. He spreads it with his thumb, making you jerk when he finds your twitchy lil clit.

"Look at that pretty pussy," His voice gets muffled as he laps a stripe up your slit, your juices pouring down from your hole, slathering his mouth in you. “Mmm, fuck…”

“Ah!” His tongue flattens, covering your entire clit, slurping noises just obscene in your bedroom. Toji shoves down his swim trunks as he lavishes your pussy with his tongue, staring to rut his cockhead against the bed, huge hands palming your thighs to shove them further. “Toji! Sensitive!”

He just hums, slipping two thick fingers inside you, curling them immediately to find that spongy, sensitive spot in your walls, the pressure having you gasp. He's aching to scissor them in and out, to overstim your cunt and have you in tears.

God Toji missed you.

"You're dripping for me," he murmurs, his mouth damn near full of your juices that are gushing, his fingers curving up mean in your messy walls. "Fucking soaked. Taste so sweet.”

“Ngh!” You gasp out, holding your thighs up high for him but failing, he's got his forearm pressing them up while his rough fingers stretch you right out.

“Miss my mouth, huh doll? Miss being a slutty lil girl just f’me?” His eyes are alight with how badly he wants you, pussy drunk before he even gets his cock inside you. “Could cum like this.”

“T-tasting me?” He chuckles and leans up, the sound deep and throaty, kneeling and letting your thighs slide down, showing you his fat cock just leaking pre – so much it’s dripping down your tummy as it hangs over you. “Toji…”

“You did miss it, hmm?” You nod eagerly, Toji leans up and straddles your waist, careful not to put his heavy weight on you he holds the headboard, gliding his cock slowly against the valley of your breasts. “Show me how much ya missed it.”

You nod quickly, letting him straddle you higher, guiding his cock against your lips and exhaling when they wrap his reddened cockhead, your tongue slipping right underneath the sensitive spot there. He groans, hiking a leg up and feeding more of his cock in your needy mouth.

“That’s it, get it nice and ready to slide in your tiny lil cunt,” he’s stuttering with just a few pumps in your mouth, he’d normally fuck your face fast but even now he guides it easy, slow, as you suck him in. “Missed how you suck me, how greedy you get with it.”

“Mnhph,” you’re leaning up on your elbows so your mouth can take more, his cock rocking in and out of your mouth, tip dragging along your tastebuds, before he pulls out, coated in your spit. His cock is just glimmering like your lips are underneath the soft lights of the room.

Toji drags his tip real slow over your pretty lips, coating them in his milky white gloss, exhaling and damn near shaking – he has great stamina but he almost came just now, he’s so sensitive.

“Never going this long without being inside you,” he murmurs, easing back and kissing his pearly drops off your mouth, you’re whining out, trembling, your nails pressing into his back. “Fuck, scratching me all up?”

“Mhm,” you can’t think, the need taking you over when he kneels back between your thighs, his spit soaked tip lining up with your quivering hole. Toji presses in just his tip, laying over you, his weight and heat making you ache even more.

"You ready for me, pretty lil doll?" he asks softly, gentle as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

That’s the duality of Toji.

He can fuck your face, say filthy things, then he’ll just kiss you so sweet and look at you this way only he can, the way that makes you feel so beautiful and special. As sinfully good as his cock feels, he steals your breath from your lungs.

You nod in a jerky little motion, wrapping your legs around his slutty waist, he groans as you tug him to you. "Please, Toji. I need you inside me."

"Fuck," he breathes out those words, his voice a rough little groan, your name spilling from his lips as his green eyes get fucking dark – shoving his length inside you in one thrust.

“Ah!” You scream out at the pressure, feeling him in your tummy, fucking everywhere, stretching you out on his cock . "Still so tight around me. Like this pussy was made just for my cock."

Toji pulls out and then shoves right back inside, making you clench around him in response, cunt just already milking him to the point he has to take a breath, kissing you with his cock pulsing inside you.

“Mnh! Toji, Toji…”

“Fuck I missed this,” he huffs, grabbing your thigh to hitch it right over his hip, the position making him hiss with pleasure as his tip drags right on your inner walls.

“Missed it,” you’re mumbling, gasping for breath when Toji starts to really move. He's trying to take it easy on you, as small as your cunt is after so long, but he’s losing all his control. Especially when your eyes roll back in your skull as he thrusts his cock inside deep, bruising your cervix.

“That’s it, taking it like you’re made to,” his praise absolutely destroys you, he fucks you slow but he’s not gentle with his thrusts, not with the way his cock so meanly bullies your hole, black wiry hairs at the base of his cock tickling your clit.

“Close, close…”

“Already? Hah,” he leans down and braces a hand beside you, the other squishing your tit so more milk slips down, smirking down as if he’s about to just go fucking feral over you.

That was how you got pregnant after all, wasn’t it? Feral Toji folding you in a fucking mating press and pumping his loads of cum inside you.

“So easy f’me,” he murmurs, dragging you down his length as his hands take over your waist, like he’s using you, sucking in a breath. His hair falls over his brow as he rocks his hips, fucking you so good you’re almost drooling. “Wanna cum f’me, pretty girl? Be a good girl and listen.”

“Y-yes, will be a g-good girl,” you’re lost as Toji slams deep inside your needy little cunt, pushing you past your limits until you see stars, the orgasm wrecking your body as it washes right through you. You see stars behind your eyes, vision all blurry, gripping those biceps tight. “Ngh! Toji!”

“That’s it, hah – squirt all over me,” he’s guiding you through one orgasm and into another, watching your cunt drip down his length, his heavy balls just smacking right against your ass as he finally bottoms out completely. You’re so stretched, so full it’s hard to focus when he murmurs – “Eyes on me, now.”

You struggle to even open your damn eyes, lashes fluttering, trying to obey your husband who just had you spraying arousal around him and down between your thighs. He pulls out and runs his tip up and down, pinning your hips when you try to back off of the pressure – he knows your body too well.

“Squirt again, make me a fuckin’ mess, hah… there you go,” a couple more strokes and you tense, gushing a stream that splatters all over his tip, some of it landing on that dark happy trail. “So sexy, look at that, you’re my messy lil doll.”

You can only swallow your dry throat, nodding quickly, already feeling the loss of fluids damn near cramping your calves – it’s just been so long since you felt that, and to squirt twice was intense, especially when he guides his cock right back in.

“Tighter after always,” he moans and his own lashes flicker for a brief moment, sinking right into your warmth, tilting your chin up. “Keep focused.”

“Y-yes,” your whispered words are weak, you’re dizzy from a few more strokes, back arching so that your sensitive peaks brush his muscled chest.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I met you,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, slowing down his strokes. You sniffle at that, tears slipping hot and falling down your cheeks to the pillow, hands slipping up his obliques. “More beautiful.”

“Oh, Toji,” you sniffle and he sighs, thrusting in ever so slowly, and eyeing every expression your pretty face makes. “Love you…”

“Yeah you do love me, trust me, huh?” You swallow and nod, emotions and pleasure overwhelming your addled mind. “Then trust me when I fuckin’ say you’re sexy okay? Just say – thank you – not argue.”

You giggle all breathless, and he can’t help the love in his heart any more than he can help how his cock is pulsing, aching for release. He cups your face and rests his forehead on yours, arching his hips and rocking them so his cock hits that sweet little spot inside you.

“Thank you,” he smiles.

“Good girl.”

“Ngh, m’gonna… close, close!”

“Again? Hmm,” he picks up the pace and folds your ass in half, you squeak just a bit, feeling the resistance after the baby. “Relax, you can take me like this.”

You exhale, eyes locking with his, barely nodding as he slams in so deep it hurts in the sweetest way, tip just kissin’ your cute, puffy cervix that’s missed him so much. Toji exhales and moves faster, watching your puffy pussy just make his damn cock disappear, how big he is compared to you fucking ruins him.

He just wants to take you over.

"Gonna put another baby in you, make these tits full of milk again,” he huffs out, you whine in response, the slick sounds of your messy cunt and his heavy balls smacking are echoing in the room. “Want that? Want me to fill your cunt up until she’s bred again, doll?”

“This soon!?” He chuckles, his grin a white flash from that tanned skin, eyes lidded and heavy as he presses you further, until your knees are almost touching the bed, cock ruining you. “Ah!”

“I want at least two more babies,” you blush all cute for his gaze, Toji slams his cock inside you again, cupping your face with both hands as he keeps you in that damn mating press. “Gonna give me ‘em?”

“Yes,” he kisses you, fucking you dumb – but he’s pussy drunk, mumbling as he’s close, that veiny cock shooting pre against your cervix when he buries himself so deep inside. “Want it, want it.”

“Say it,” he whispers, nose brushing yours. “Say you wanna have my baby again, be full of me.”

“I want it, Toji please, put one in me – ah!”

You don’t have to tell Toji twice.

He’s busting so much cum in you that it floods out of your cunt, down his cock just dripping all over, he groans as he feels it milking him for every fucking thing he’s worth, kissing you and finally letting your thighs fall to the side. “Fuck, fuck… perfect fucking… doll, you grip me like that and…”

Toji’s incoherently babbling as he fucks his cum inside you, leaning back to run his thumbs over your milk soaked nipples. He laps some off his thumb, humming, easing his cock out with a messy pop, looking at all those fluids shooting right down your abused hole.

“So pretty,” he muses, touching you everywhere you’re insecure about, as your skin is so sensitive you’re trembling. “How much cum can you take tonight?”

You bite your lip and sit up with his help, kissing him and hugging him around the neck, shaking, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“I love you,” you murmur, he chuckles as he realizes you’re all fucked out, barely coherent anymore. “Toji… my Toji…”

“Mhm I am,” he nips your neck and you gasp out. “Don’t ever think I’d look at anyone.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, burying your face against his chest as he holds you close, cum still trickling out of you. “I just was feeling so…”

“Then talk to me,” he tilts your chin up, kissing your nose until you giggle all cute for him. “You’re more beautiful every day, and I’ll always think that shit – makin’ me all sappy and corny.”

“Toji, aww!”

“Hush you fuckin’ brat,” you just giggle at that, gasping when he pushes you right back down, fingering the mess of you both and shoving it back in. “Don’t waste it.”

Toji works to make sure his pretty wife never feels like that again – and actively makes sure he has his babies as close as he can together.

your hand moves from your robe to your stomach, pressing against the plane of your belly. you're small. you know this. delicate in a way that makes people underestimate you. and blind. gods, the blindness. the one thing that has sent every single suitor running in the opposite direction.

princes would see your face first—the one they called ethereal, otherworldly, beautiful in a way that seemed impossible—and they'd fall to their knees.

they'd whisper sweet words, promises of devotion, declarations of love at first sight. and then you'd speak, and they'd realize your eyes didn't track their movements, didn't meet their gaze. and slowly, painfully, you'd listen to them pull away. hear the hesitation creep into their voices. feel the distance grow until they were gone.

you were used to it.

but sukuna? sukuna had looked at you once, for a single moment, and said yes. the entire empire had been shocked. the king of curses, the ruthless murderer, the emperor who had never shown interest in any woman, accepting a blind bride from a neighboring kingdom? it was scandalous. impossible.

and you'd felt hope.

you hate yourself for that hope now.

because three months of silence have taught you the truth. he doesn't want you. he tolerates you. and honestly? you'd almost prefer cruelty. at least cruelty would be a reaction. at least cruelty would mean he saw you as something worth acknowledging.

but this nothingness? this endless, suffocating nothingness?

it makes you feel like you've already disappeared.

the servants guide you through your days with practiced efficiency. they dress you, feed you, lead you through the palace halls. you've memorized the layout of your chambers, the path to the gardens, the number of steps from your room to the dining hall. you've learned to navigate this world without sight, just as you've always done.

but you can't navigate him.

you don't know where he sits at meals. you don't know if he watches you. you don't know if he even notices when you're in the same room. his presence is a void—a massive, oppressive absence of warmth that you can feel but never touch.

tonight was bad.

you'd been led to the gardens by a new servant, someone who didn't know your habits. she'd taken you left instead of right, and you'd walked straight into a hedge, thorns scratching your calves before she'd yanked you back with a flurry of apologies.

then you'd almost fallen down a staircase—the grand staircase with its uneven steps—your foot catching on the edge, your heart lurching into your throat as you'd pitched forward. a guard caught you just in time.

and the whispers.

you can't see their faces, but you can hear their voices. the concubines. the noblewomen. the servants who think you can't hear them.

"the blind empress."

"does he even notice her?"

"i heard he hasn't touched her once."

"what a waste of a pretty face."

"she must be so lonely."

"she must be so pathetic."

you'd smiled through all of it. kept your head high, your shoulders back, your voice steady. you learned long ago that showing weakness only invites more cruelty. so you'd walked through the halls with your practiced grace, your cane tapping against the marble floors, your face serene.

but inside, you were crumbling.

and now, lying in this massive bed, with your hair spread across a silk pillow and the scent of incense curling through the air, you can feel him beside you. he's so close. you know he's sitting up, his back probably against the headboard, his presence a heavy weight in the darkness.

does he ever sleep?

you've never heard him snore. never heard him shift in his sleep. he's so still, so silent, you sometimes wonder if he's even real.

a long, long time passes. the candles burn down. the incense fades. the night wraps around you like a shroud.

and you can't take it anymore.

"ryomen?"

your voice comes out soft, barely above a whisper. you hate how small you sound. how vulnerable. you'd wanted to sound strong, confident, demanding. instead, you sound like a child calling out in the dark.

silence.

you wait. count your heartbeats. one. two. three. four. five.

just when you're certain he's ignoring you, just when the familiar ache of rejection settles into your chest, a voice cuts through the darkness.

"what."

it's gruff. low. a single word that rumbles through the air like distant thunder. and it's the most he's said to you in days.

you swallow. your throat is dry. your fingers twist in the sheets.

"i...i want to ask you something."

more silence. you can feel him staring at you. you can't see it, but you can feel it—the weight of his gaze, heavy and unreadable.

"ask."

you take a shaky breath. this is it. this is the moment you've been building toward for three months. the question that's been eating you alive, consuming you from the inside out.

"do you hate me?"

the words hang in the air between you. they sound so small. so pathetic. you wish you could take them back, but it's too late. they're out there now, exposed and raw.

"hate you?" his voice is strange. almost...confused?

"because of...because i'm...y'know, blind." the words taste like ash in your mouth. "i know it's...i know i'm not what you expected. i know i'm not the best option. i know i'm—"

"stop."

the word is sharp, and you flinch. your breath catches in your throat. you brace yourself for anger, for cruelty, for him to finally confirm what you've suspected all along.

but instead of harsh words, you feel movement. the bed shifts. his weight moves closer.

and then, without warning, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls.

you let out a frightened shriek as you're yanked from your position, your body colliding with something solid and warm. your hands fly out, grasping at fabric, at skin, at anything. you're on his lap, straddling his thighs, your chest pressed against his. he's so big—so impossibly large—that you feel like a doll in his arms.

"ryomen!" your voice is high, panicked. "what—"

"quiet."

his hand settles on your thigh. it's huge. calloused. rough in a way that sends shivers down your spine. but the touch is gentle. impossibly gentle. he strokes your thigh once, twice, a soothing motion that slowly calms your racing heart.

"you really think," he says slowly, his voice rumbling against your chest, "that i hate you?"

you can't speak. your throat is too tight. you settle for shaking your head against his chest, even though it's a lie.

a low sound escapes him—not quite a growl, not quite a laugh. his hand slides from your thigh to your chin, tilting your face up. his thumb brushes across your lower lip, feather-light.

"open your eyes."

the command catches you off guard. "what?"

"your eyes. open them."

you blink, confused. your eyes are already open. you can't see anything, but they're open. you tell him as much.

"no." his voice is strange. softer. "i mean...look at me."

"i can't see you."

"i know." his thumb traces your jawline. "but i can see you. and i want to see your eyes. please."

please.

the word catches you off guard. the king of curses, saying please? to you?

you don't move. don't breathe. just let him hold your face in his massive hand, his touch devastatingly tender.

"i don't hate you," he says, and his voice cracks on the words. "gods, woman. i could never hate you."

your heart stutters. "then why—"

"because i'm fuckin' terrified."

you blink. "what?"

"do you know what i am?" his hand slides from your face to your hair, fingers threading through the strands. "i'm a killer. i've been killing for centuries. my hands are stained with blood i'll never wash clean. i'm rough, and violent, and i don't know how to be gentle."

"but—"

"but when i saw you..." he trails off. his fingers tighten in your hair, just barely. "when i saw you, i couldn't breathe. you were so beautiful. so small. so... perfect. and i thought, 'she's too good f'me.' , 'i'll break her.' , 'i'll hurt her.'"

his voice drops to a whisper.

"so i stayed away. because every time i look at you, i want to touch you. and every time i touch you, i'm afraid i'll destroy you."

tears prick at your eyes. you don't understand. you can't understand. this entire time, you thought he hated you. you thought he found you repulsive, broken, worthless.

but he was...

...afraid?

"you don't hate me?" you whisper.

"no." his forehead presses against yours. "i love you. i've loved you since the moment i saw you."

a sob escapes your throat. it's ugly and raw and you can't stop it.

"but you never—you never talked to me—"

"because i didn't trust myself." his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. "because i knew if i started, i wouldn't be able to stop."

"then don't stop."

the words leave your mouth before you can think. they hang in the air, bold and desperate.

"don't stop," you repeat. "please. i don't want you to stop."

sukuna goes still. so still that you wonder if he's stopped breathing.

"you don't know what you're asking."

"i do." you reach up, your fingers finding his face. you trace the planes of his cheeks, the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his lips. "you're my husband. i want you. all of you."

"i'll hurt you."

"i don't care."

"i'll break you."

"i don't care."

his breath hitches. and then, finally, finally, his lips crash against yours.

the kiss is desperate. hungry. it tastes like three months of longing, of confusion, of aching loneliness. his hand fists in your hair, pulling you closer, and you gasp against his mouth. his tongue slides against your lower lip, asking for entry, and you give it willingly.

he tastes like sake and power and something darker. something that makes your toes curl and your heart race.

he pulls back, breathless.

"tell me to stop, and i will."

"don't," you say immediately. "don't stop."

he groans. his hands slide down your back, gripping your hips, and he lays you down on the bed. you fall against the silk sheets, your hair spreading around you like a halo. you can't see him, but you can feel him—his weight on the bed, his heat surrounding you, his breath ghosting across your skin.

"m'gonna show you," he says, his voice low and rough. "m'gonna kiss every inch of your body. gonna taste you until you scream my name. i want to make you feel so good that you forget every single doubt you've ever had about yourself."

your breath catches. "ryomen—"

"let me." his lips brush against your neck. "let me show you how much i love you."

you nod, unable to speak.

his hands find the tie of your robe. he undoes it slowly, reverently, like he's unwrapping a gift he's been waiting centuries to open. the fabric falls away, cool air hitting your skin, and you shiver.

"beautiful," he breathes. "so fucking beautiful."

you feel his lips on your collarbone. soft. worshipful. he kisses down your chest, his tongue tracing a path between your breasts. his hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across your nipples, and you gasp.

"sensitive," he murmurs. "good. i'll remember that."

he takes one nipple into his mouth. his tongue circles the peak, slow and deliberate, and you arch into him with a desperate moan. he laves at you, sucking gently, nipping with his teeth until you're writhing beneath him.

"more," you gasp. "please—"

"patience." his voice is a dark promise. "i haven't even started with ya' yet."

he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention. his hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. you're already wet—embarrassingly wet—and he lets out a low growl when he feels it.

"fuck," he mutters against your skin. "you're soaked. f'me?"

"yes," you whimper. "only you."

he groans. his fingers slide through your folds, collecting your wetness, and you buck into his touch.

"tell me what you want."

"i want—" you gasp as his thumb circles your clit. "m'want your mouth."

his laugh is dark and breathless. "demanding little thing, aren't ya'?"

"please," you beg. "ryo, please—"

"shh." he kisses your stomach. "i'll give ya' what y'want."

he moves down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire. he kisses your hips, your thighs, the inside of your knees. by the time he reaches your core, you're trembling, desperate, aching.

and then his tongue touches you.

you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. he laps at you like a man starved, his tongue sliding through your folds, circling your clit, dipping inside you. he moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.

"taste s'good," he mutters against your skin. "could eat ya' forever."

he sucks your clit into his mouth, and you scream. your hips buck against his face, but he holds you down, his massive hands gripping your thighs. he alternates between sucking and licking, building a rhythm that has you climbing higher and higher.

"that's it," he praises. "let go f'me...lemme taste ya'."

his fingers find your entrance, sliding inside you without warning. two fingers, thick and long, stretching you. he curls them, hitting a spot that makes you see stars, and you shatter.

you come with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you. he doesn't stop. he laps at you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you're sobbing from the intensity.

when you finally come down, he crawls up your body, his lips finding yours. you taste yourself on his tongue, and it's the most intimate thing you've ever experienced.

"m-more," you whisper. "m'want more."

his eyes—you can feel them—search your face.

"are you sure? we can stop. we can—"

"i'm sure." you reach for him, your fingers finding his chest. "i want you...please."

he hesitates. you feel the tension in his muscles, the restraint he's barely holding onto.

"m'bigger than ya'," he says, matter of factly. "a lot bigger. and i have...i have two dicks, woman. i don't know if—"

"i don't care." you pull him closer. "i trust you."

he groans, pressing his forehead against yours.

"if it hurts too much, tell me. and i'll stop."

"okay."

"promise me."

"i promise."

he shifts above you, and you feel something heavy and thick press against your thigh. and then another. two cocks. the thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a thrill through your body.

he aligns himself with your entrance, and you feel the tip pressing against you. he's huge—so much bigger than his fingers—and you wonder if you can actually take him.

"relax f'me," he murmurs. "breathe."

you inhale deeply, and he pushes in.

just the tip, and you gasp. he's stretching you in a way that's almost unbearable. it hurts. there's a burning sensation, a pressure that's too much and not enough.

"shh," he soothes. "you're doing s'well. so good f'me."

he pushes deeper, inch by agonizing inch. you feel your body struggling to accommodate him, your walls clenching around his length. and then—

a sharp pain.

fuck...you forgot.

you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. he stops immediately.

"did i hurt ya'?"

you can't answer. the pain is fading, replaced by a strange fullness. you feel something wet trickle down your thigh. warm. sticky.

blood.

his eyes slowly flicker down, and you can hear his breath stop. he's tense. too tense.

"fuck," he hisses. "you're—you're a fuckin' virgin?"

you nod weakly, biting your lip. your heart is pounding fast. loud. "is that...bad?"

"no." his voice is strained. "no, it's not bad. i just—fuck—i didn't know. i would have been more careful, woman."

"you are being careful," you whisper, fingers pressing into his shoulders "keep going."

"you're fuckin' bleeding."

"i don't care. please. i want to feel you." you sniffle. god, the pleasure is making you bold. too fucking bold.

he lets out a shaky breath. "you're going to kill me."

but he pushes deeper, slower this time. gentler. his lips find yours, kissing you softly as he sinks into you. the pain fades, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that makes you moan.

when he's fully sheathed, he stops. lets you adjust. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged.

"y'feel incredible," he breathes. "so tight. so...fuck...perfect."

"move," you beg. "please."

he pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. the friction is delicious, the stretch exquisite. he sets a rhythm—slow, deep, deliberate—each thrust hitting a spot that makes you see stars.

"ryomen," you gasp. "r-ryo—"

"i know," he murmurs. "i know, doll. feels s'good, doesn't it?"

"yes—yes—"

his hand slides down your stomach, pressing against the slight bulge where he's buried inside you. the feeling makes you moan.

"look at that," he says, awe in his voice. "you can feel me, can't ya'? right here."

he presses down, and you feel it—the outline of him inside you. it's obscene. it's incredible.

"more," you gasp. "harder—"

"y'sure?"

"yes—please—"

he obliges. his pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your moans and his grunts.

"gonna come," he warns. "where do you want it?"

"inside," you gasp. "please—i want to feel you—"

he groans, his hips slamming into yours. and then he's coming, hot and thick, filling you so completely. you feel it—his release pouring into you, painting your walls, claiming you from the inside. his cum is already trickling down your thigh, oozing out of your cunt.

at the same time, he's stroking his other cock. you feel the wet spurts hit your stomach, warm and sticky.

he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you. his face buries in your neck, and you feel his breath, ragged and uneven.

"i love you," he whispers, gruff. it's funny. you've always thought the word love doesn't exist in his vocabulary. but here he is, saying it over and over again. "i love you so much it terrifies me."

you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.

"i love you too."

a long moment passes. then another. and then—

"we're going to do that again."

you laugh, breathless.

"right now?"

"after i clean you up." he kisses your neck. "and then again. and again. and again. until ya' can't walk."

"promise?"

he pulls back, and even though you can't see him, you know he's smirking.

"promise."

you're already half asleep when he pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll disappear. his lips press against your hair, your forehead, your eyelids.

"my wife," he murmurs. "my perfect, beautiful wife."

you smile against his skin.

"my husband."

"forever."

"forever."

2026 ── 𝓦𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 @atelphobist 𝜗ৎ

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“No, I really wanna do this.”

“Do you, Reid?” you took a few slow steps toward him, your hands dropping to your sides, “You don’t seem very eager. Your legs are crossed and you’re still fully clothed.” 

“I didn’t know I should-“

“You shouldn’t do anything. But if giving instructions is the only way you’ll start doing something then I’ll do that.” 

He paused, looking up at you with patient, yet deeply confused eyes. 

It was Spencer’s first time. And he came to you specifically because you’d caught him “excited” during very unreasonable times on the job. The most recent incident was on the flight back home from Seattle two days ago right after debriefing with the team. 

“I didn’t know debriefing gory cases got you going, Reid.” you had teased, completely pushing him off balance for the rest of the flight. 

He thought himself sick for having such thoughts at such inappropriate times. 

“If you need help with that, I’m only one phone call away.” you whispered to him before walking off to your car that night, never expecting him to take you up on that offer. 

—- 

“I need help.” 

Those were the first words you were hit with by a breathy Spencer on the phone earlier tonight. 

A small smirk formed on your face. 

Who knew Spencer could be so bold. 

That’s what desperation does. 

That’s what complete, utter need makes you do. It strips you of your pride and shyness; it strips you down to pure instinct. 

—

“Strip.” 

“Right, sorry.” his hands quickly fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, undoing each button with a growing, clumsy urgency. 

“We’re gonna start with some touching tonight. I think you should just get a feel for things since it’s your first time. And if you find yourself more comfortable later on, we can do some oral stuff.” 

Spencer felt a tight knot form in the pit of his stomach, a sign that the blood will start rushing down from his head. 

“I am comfortable,” he insisted, his eyes dropping to your chest before darting back up to your face.  

You fought back a smile at his eagerness, which you thought was adorable. 

“We haven’t even started yet. So no, not until we get a bit further with things. Got it?” 

He nodded, now stripped down with only his boxers left. 

“Lay down.”

“Just..” he looked at the bed, acting as if the words were completely foreign to him, then moving back on the bed to lay flat. 

He pressed his palms down on the sheets. 

“Relax, Spencer.” you whispered, walking to the side of the bed, admiring the sight of his pale, lean body lying completely flat in your most sacred spot, slightly shaking. 

He closed his eyelids, “I am relaxed.” 

You tilted your head to the side, unable to take your eyes off his peaceful, flushed face. 

You gently pressed your index finger under his chin, moving his face up. 

You then traced your finger down his throat, going slower at his adam’s apple before continuing down the path of his bare chest, feeling the hammering of his heart vibrating against his sternum and ribs. 

You dragged that finger down his abs to his lower stomach, sending a shiver down his spine, making his muscles contort underneath your touch. 

“You’re very responsive,” 

“Is that a good thing?” 

“It’s just an observation.” 

Spencer swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked up at you, completely defenseless. 

“I don’t think I can handle you being unbiased right now,” 

You removed your finger, giving him a gentle grin. 

You leaned down, pressing your palms on the mattress next to Spencer, pressing a kiss on his cheek,  “you’ll do great, Reid. Just let go, okay?” 

“Okay,” 

A faint shade of pink was crawling up his neck, slowly spreading across his cheeks. 

Your lips found their way across the warm skin of his jaw, lightly grazing with your teeth and pulling a quiet, breathy whimper from his lips. 

You pulled away to unbutton your pants and pull them down before tossing them on the end of the bed. 

You crawled up the bed to settle your weight on his stomach, straddling him. His hands were still pressed down on the sheets, but now his fingers hesitantly reached to touch your legs that laid close to his shaky hands. 

You focused your wet kisses on his neck, occasionally sucking on the sensitive spot behind his ear to listen to the pretty noises he can’t help but let out. 

You lowered your hips to make it easier for yourself to pepper kisses all over his chest.

“It’s okay, you can touch,” you whispered against his skin, your voice vibrating against the warm flesh underneath your mouth.

He slowly slid his hands up your legs, then your sides, his movements full of uncertainty.  

Your hands cupped his own, guiding him to your chest, encouraging him to feel you up. 

He cupped your breasts, the tender flesh full against his palms. His fingers squeezed and flexed, making your peaks slowly start to harden. 

“Like that?” he murmured. 

“Yes, Spencer, just like that.” you softly hummed, shifting your weight slightly to press yourself harder into his hands. 

His thumbs found the lace edges of your bra, tracing the curve of the underwire, before brushing his fingers with more force against your covered, hardened nipples. 

Your hips rolled instinctively against his, your body leaning forward against his, no longer sitting upright. 

“Can I- should I take this off?” his voice was breathy, filled with quiet fascination. 

“Please.” 

His fingers quickly fumbled with the clasp of your bra, his movements a bit clumsy before managing to unhook your bra. 

You dropped the bra straps down your arms before he took it, his fingers brushing over the thin fabric as he placed it next to his head. 

Spencer’s eyes were blown wide, staring up at you in absolute awe before taking your bare breasts in his waiting hands. 

“You’re so soft,” he murmured.

He cups you fully, lifting and squeezing reverently. His thumbs and index fingers caught your aching peaks, rolling them gently and pulling a stifled moan out of your lips—a sound that mesmerized Spencer. 

Your raw reaction gave Spencer more confidence, slowly steadying his shaky hands and making him raise his head, reaching for your nipples. 

With one hand kneading your right breast, he took your left peak in his warm mouth, wrapping his lips around it before swirling his tongue to spread the wetness on your sensitive skin. 

A small gasp left your parted lips, “God, Spencer, keep doing that,” your hand went to his hair, gently carding fingers through the soft locks. 

You felt his rock hard length between your thighs as you rocked your hips against his, “you’re so hard and I haven’t even touched you, Spencer.” 

“I- I can’t help it”, he confessed, his teeth accidentally biting your nipple as you grind your hips down in a slow circle, “you’re beautiful and- and you’re on top of me and I’ve been thinking about this since the plane…” he breathed his words in the middle of working on your nipple.

 You let out a shuddering breath, “I know, Spencer,” 

You gently tugged his hair back, pulling his head away from your chest to look at you. His lips were wet and swollen, “I want this too, but we can stop at any point, no questions asked and no hard feelings.” your lips were brushing his, not quite kissing him. 

“Okay,” he whispered, his eyes staring at your lips as he tried to get a bit closer. 

You snaked your hand down your torso and underneath the damp fabric of your panties. 

Two of your fingers swirl on your clit before slowly stroking your slit and pressing a finger against your hole, making you moan against his mouth. 

He parted his lips, aching to swallow your moans. 

You got off of him, sitting next to him against the headboard, propping your legs up and parting them. 

He then sat up, moving to the lower part of the bed and hovering on all fours to get the clearest view of you, staring with parted lips as the flush deepened across his sweaty chest. 

You pumped one finger in and out of your pussy in a slow pace, warming yourself up for another finger. 

You slid a second finger inside yourself, letting a soft, breathy groan escape your lips. 

You were already slick, your glossy moisture coating your fingers. 

Spencer let out a low, ragged groan from the back of his throat as he watched your fingers disappear into your tight, wet heat then slide back out, glistening. 

His eyes darted up to your face, watching the pure bliss and pleasure painted on your features, the sight compelling him to slide his hand down his body, his slender fingers slipping underneath the elastic of his boxers.

He quickly wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving it a few slow pumps to relieve some tension as his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Spencer,” you breathed out, head tilting backwards, “eyes on me,” 

His eyes snapped open, “Can- can I… touch you?” his glossy eyes looked up at you. 

“Hand out of your boxers first.” 

“But-“

“Out.”

He obliged without hesitation, pulling his hand that glistened with precum out of his boxers. 

“Good boy,” you praised softly, pushing your fingers deeper before withdrawing them.

“Now come here,” you gestured for him to come closer with your wet fingers.

He crawled closer between your legs, widening his mouth, asking for permission to take your two fingers in his mouth. you brought your fingers down to his lips, letting him wrap his lips around them. 

He hallowed his cheeks, pulling your fingers deeper into his mouth, and sucking them clean before swirling his tongue around them to lick them for good measure. 

“You like how I taste, Spencer?” you cooed. 

He nodded, his eyelashes fluttering before he swallowed hard and slowly released your fingers with a soft, wet pop.

“I wanna hear it, Spence..”

“You taste so good,” he breathed out quietly as if he were melting, dropping his head on the sheets between your legs. 

“I.. I wanna touch you where you were just touching yourself. I really wanna make you feel good but I’ve never done this so I don’t.. I don’t know how I’ll do,” 

You softened at his vulnerability, placing your hand on his flushed cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheekbone, “Hey..” you whispered

“You’re already doing perfectly. Just do whatever feels natural, okay? And I’ll tell you what feels good,” you whispered, tucking a loose curl behind his ear. 

A small, breathless nod was all he could manage. 

His long fingers trembled as he brought his hand closer to your core, making you part your thighs further, giving him better access. 

He pressed his thumb against your swollen clit, the sensation of the cold pad of his fingertip making you shiver. 

He applied more pressure, his thumb swirling in a slow circle before his long index finger grazed your folds, parting them and exploring your parts with deep concentration. 

He pressed the tip of his finger against your hole, not applying enough pressure to push inside you just yet. 

Your slick opening twitched against the intrusion, begging for more friction. 

You didn’t say anything to not rush him. 

You wanted him to take his time exploring this. 

He didn’t need any instructions to push his finger into your aching hole, a grunt escaping his lips. 

The direct friction made your hips involuntarily buck upward toward his hand, a needy gasp breaking from your lips. 

A small, proud smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He pumped his finger in and out, slowly picking up the pace every time he heard your growing moans.

“Add another finger, Spence. And when you push in, curl your fingers.” 

“Curl my fingers..” he repeated, nodding eagerly before slowly adding a second finger and following your instructions. 

The moment his fingers slid inside you, your tight heat clamped around them with a desperate, heavy squeeze. 

Spencer hooked his knuckles, curling his fingers to a perfect C-shape, hitting your sweet spot with sharp accuracy that pulled a high-pitched whine out of your throat, “oh my god, Spencer” your head lolled back. 

He brought his free hand up, pressing his palm firmly against your lower stomach, “I’ve read that if I apply external pressure to your pelvis here.. it compresses the tissue against my fingers and maximizes the sensation of fullness and stimulation.” 

Your moan and the involuntary grind of your hips against his fingers only proved his point. 

“The lower stomach itself is highly sensitive.. It’s.. it’s packed with nerve pathways that can amplify pleasure and flood your brain’s reward centers. The pressure is localizing the blood, too.. It’s making you more sensitive.. sorry I’m talking too much- I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t be,” you groaned, “I love hearing you talk,” 

He smiled, “I’d love to keep talking. But I don't think I can multitask right now..” 

A small chuckle escaped your lips, before an overwhelming wave of pleasure took over.

“Are you- are you close?”

“So fucking close,” you whined, your voice breathy and quiet.

Spencer didn’t change the angle, but he quickened the pace and curled his knuckles harder, the need to please you only growing with every second. 

The tension in your lower stomach finally snapped, your inner walls clamping and pulsing against his pumping fingers, making your hands fly to hold onto his hair. 

A soft cry was ripped from the back of your throat as the wave of dizzying heat rushed through your veins, quickly travelling to your core, making your hips grind helplessly against his fingers, riding out your blinding orgasm. 

Your thighs trembled violently, aching to clasp around his arm, but Spencer made an effort to make this easier for you by pressing soft kisses to your thighs, dragging his lips slowly across your burning skin. 

Your juices dripped as he slowed his fingers down.

He pressed a kiss right above your clit before withdrawing his fingers slowly, hearing you whimper at the loss of contact. He admired the hot moisture that left your hole, immediately bringing his face to taste you on his fingers then on your folds. 

You relaxed on the bed, slowly lowering your back to lay down. 

He crawled up your body, missing the comfort your face brought to him when it was so close to his.

“Did I do okay?” he whispered shyly. 

Your noses softly  brushed against each other, “You did an amazing job, that was absolutely perfect, Spencer.” 

His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, asking a silent question.