first, a startled register of his environment and then, a confused glance at the very naked girl draped over his body. his arms come up, hovering, sputtering, and then politely putting his palms over your shoulders. nudging you to look up at him.

jesus christ, those eyes. 

“hi.”

so quiet. “hey, handsome.”

he lets out a long, contemplative sigh, thinking, thinking, thinking. when does this guy ever stop thinking? “we kissed,” he says it like a fact, but with questioning lilt that makes it sound otherwise. 

you prop an elbow on the bed, joint wedged into the space above his shoulder so you can see him better. the blanket keeping you decent slips a bit and spencer unconsciously tucks it more securely under your arm. you catalogue that for later. 

“we did a lot more than that. forgive me for being untoward but we fucked,” you clarify, innocent with your chin in the heel of your palm.

spencer groans, he groans! “don't be crude.”

“we're naked.”

“i know that,” he murmurs, disgruntled, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your jaw and falling back into the pillow. you sport an amused little smile when you see the pout on his lips. 

you slept with spencer reid.

your coworker, your friend, the man you’d been terribly smitten with for who knows how long (7 months and 3 days.)

spencer reid who lingered by your side for hours last night, unassuming, unbothered, who smiled softly at your wine induced flush whenever he’d lean in to hear you better, who sat with you while you tipped your chin up at the sky to point out stars and asked him to name them, who pressed a sobering kiss to your lips in rossi's backyard after a clumsily delivered compliment.

you’re so pretty.

your response is a blur, forgotten, but you do remember how he drove you home with his hand idly playing with your fingers over the center console. how he tried but inevitably failed to be a gentleman as you led him up to your apartment, shared, hushed giggles echoing down the hallway and quite gracefully falling into bed leaving a very telling breadcrumb trail of clothes. 

and now, half a second of thought passes on whether you should ask him or surprise him. the latter wins and you dip down and kiss the corner of his mouth. you’re not evil, he deserves some warning before you really plant one on him. he wastes no time, bringing his lips to yours with those big hands cradling your face. 

his lips press against yours gingerly in a sweet, lingering kiss, followed by another and another. mouth slotted over yours, like perfect puzzle pieces, his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you grant him entrance, letting him gently lick into your mouth. you let out a small, needy sound at the warmth of his tongue against yours, melting into him. it makes him chuckle quietly.

“spence,” you gasp against his lips.

a subtle shudder makes its way down his spine at the desperation in your voice, the same need slowly fogging up his own brain, remnants of last night catching up. 

“i know, angel,” he cups your neck, what is happening?

“can i admit something?”

spencer smiles at you, boyish and stupid spread across his face, “please do.”

“you kiss nice, had i known you were this good of a kisser i would’ve done it ages ago,” you mumble, forcing words out to keep a sliver of your dignity.

he laughs again, a small pleased sound that makes you feel good. “you do too. you are wildly better than anything i have ever imagined–”

“you’ve imagined me?” you turn timid in a way that you hate but spencer kisses you and it melts away.

“of course i have. you’re wonderful.”

spencer pulls your leg over his and sits the two of you up, thighs bracketing his hips. the blanket falls unabashedly into the space between your bodies, pooled dangerously low over his lap. you thank whatever god there is for the enticing view of the scattering of light hair that trails beneath the covers.

you’re surprised with the ease in which spencer's hands drag down your sides, like he's done it a million times before. he pushes the pads of his thumbs into the area above your hipbone like he knows you’ll twitch when he does, and you do. damn his eidetic memory and damn his perfect mouth when he attaches his lips to your jaw, angling you as he lightly works the skin. he's careful enough not to leave a mark somewhere visible but it doesn't stop him from reminding himself he can do it elsewhere, somewhere more concealed.

“pretty girl,” he coos, kissing over your pulse point, below your ear, “lay back, please.” please. he murmurs against your skin, nodding behind you. he pecks your cheek, rather sweetly considering your state of undress and swiftly returns to your neck like he can’t believe he pulled away.

now wait.

you forget about your own hands through all of this, hanging limply over his right shoulder and heavy by your side. you thread your fingers into his hair and path something more devious for the other. spencer jolts when your fingertips graze over his cock, you’d think he’d expect it but he reacts like it's completely sudden. it scares you momentarily, were you too forward? but then he looks at you with something beggy and glazed over in his eyes and it motivates you to ease the shelter of the blanket fully off, baring him.

spencer pinks, tips of his ears to the top of his chest. you inch off his lap and sit in front of him. you watch the features in his face twist into realisation and cut him off before he can say something polite, "i wanna taste you, spence.”

you’ve stunned spencer reid. for the first time in his fucking life he doesn’t know what to say. so he pushes out a, “yeah? fuck, okay. yeah.” an embarrassing stutter of words but it's enough to reassure you. 

a firm finger pokes him square in the chest, not so hard that it hurts but enough to have him lean back against the headboard. he follows dutifully, letting the pillows take him, allowing him some semblance of solid ground beneath him. because he's convinced he might pass out at the sight of you settling between his outstretched legs, looking sinfully unaware of just how much you affect him.

although the effect itself becomes glaringly obvious when his cock twitches, two pairs of eyes darting down immediately. you can't tell if he's bigger than what you remember from last night, but you do know that you want him in your mouth immediately.

your head dips down, a slow hand curling around the base of his length, guiding it to your lips. the head, flushed and red, meets soft and plush, a light kiss against him. and spencer thinks he might die. your lips part, taking the tip into your mouth, tongue laving against his slit. your eyes flutter shut when a bead of precum settles over your tastebuds, slightly salty. you glide down, the weight of him in your mouth is deliriously good.

at some point between drawing back and swirling your tongue around his tip, spencer tangles his hands in your hair. fingertips soft over your scalp, he doesn't push, just holds you. your head bobs down again, forming a steady rhythm. your eyes start to water when he nudges at the back of your throat, breath faltering as the hair low on his stomach begins to tickle your nose. he immediately pulls you off with a gentle hand fixed to your jaw.

“you don’t have to do it all.” the concern in his eyes is sickening as he wipes off the saliva smeared to the corner of your mouth. you smile at him, a little sheepish, tilting into his palm. “i know.”

you press a kiss to his wrist and return to the task at hand, cock standing proud over his abdomen and possibly redder than when you left it. you lean down, letting a little dribble of spit fall from your lips to his length. decidedly, you wrap your fingers around him, letting the saliva act as a lubricant. you press a thumb to a vein running along the side of his cock, tracing it with every up and down of your hand. he lets out a shuddering exhale in response. 

you hope the look you give him is sultry at best, you don't know that his vision is starting to blur at the corners when your head dips down again. only to mouth at the tip this time, a sloppy makeout around the flushed head as your hand continues to work at the rest of him.

“god, angel. you’re so-” he cuts himself off with a moan when your wrist twists. “so good at that.”

you let the words get to your head, a burning heat that creeps up your neck. emboldened, you take more of him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you go. spencer can't help the way his hips buck up and you almost gag again. you pull off with a breathless giggle, wiping your mouth while spencer regards you with that same sickening concern, except now there's guilt in his comforting touch when he inspects your face. he doesn’t find this funny at all.

you hold his wrist as you laugh again and put on your most reassuring voice, "i'm okay.”

a skeptical purse of his lips. you gravitate forward, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “i promise,” you whisper, followed by a nip at his skin. it elicits a gasped sound from the depths of his chest.

he pulls you into a kiss, relishing in the ever so slight taste of him on your lips as he turns the two of you around, you let him lay you down this time. the moment feels kismet when his fingers trail lower. one hand keeping him propped up and the other parting your folds. you're unbelievably wet, the lingering effects of last night and spencer on your tongue leaving you as much.

“oh, spencer.” your hips rise to his touch when he dips a finger into your entrance and he's immediately determined to make you say his name like that again. the way you gush around him as his finger curls up allows him to add another one to the mix. you think he’s ruined you forever with how fast the peak builds, a heavy, honey-like pressure pushing down on your stomach as his fingers move, relentless between your thighs. you stop him before he can put his thumb to your clit with an urgent gasp, knowing that if you come now you won’t be able to keep going, “fuck me.” swallow, “please.”

spencer pulls his fingers out, kissing your chin when your head tips back at the emptiness. he can't help the tug at the corner of his lips, eyes possibly filled with too much affection when your thighs give a needy squeeze around his hips. “i got you,” he whispers, pulling you closer with two firm hands at your hips. 

he pushes in, and it's an easy fit, you’ve been ready for what feels like forever. but where he lacks in overwhelming thickness he makes up for in length so it truly just keeps going. your hands brace at his side when he finally bottoms out. “i swear you weren’t this big,” you huff against his shoulder, almost exasperated. 

spencer laughs, though it skirts the edge of something aching, “ha-ah, you’re boosting my ego, sweetheart.”

“good,” you hum, eyebrows pinching when he begins to move. your walls flutter around him, adjusting, you don’t know how you took it last night without his rearranging you from the inside out. “you’re so- feels so good, spence.”

he whines into your neck, the speed of his hips increasing with every subsequent clench around his cock, he doesn’t know if he can handle this much praise. lewd noises fill the room, moans and flush inducing wet squelches echoing off the walls and forming into something tangible between your bodies. it's not enough, something's missing, you need him even closer. 

“baby, wait. flip me over.”

baby.

he hesitates before turning your body under his. upon re-entering you, it all clicks into place. you melt in satisfaction, cheek smushed against the pillow with your mouth stupidly hanging open. he gives an experimental roll of his hips, slow and deliberate, hitting places you never deemed possible.

“there?” he asks when you simultaneously mumble an incoherent y-uhuh, there, he lays over you and starts fucking you into the sheets.

his chest molds perfectly to your back, head fitted somewhere between your shoulders with his lips attached to the nape of your neck. he murmurs things, things you can't possibly comprehend with how deep he is, you swear you could feel him in your throat. your hips push back, meeting his thrusts with every persistent plap. sweat blooms. a light sheen everywhere your skin touches him, you feel warm all over. you feel him all over. spencer. spencer. spencer. 

spencer snakes a hand under your body with an unwitting amount of familiarity when he starts rubbing circles into your clit

you feel it again, pulsing, a pleasant ringing in your ears that drowns everything out except his voice. “gonna cum for me again? huh, angel? just like last night?” quiet encouragement, awe, tinged with a bit of condescension, it sends sparks down your spine, setting off fireworks between your legs. 

your head tips over to his arm, where it's planted beside you on the pillow, to sink teeth into flesh. canines dig into muscle, and if you were any more coherent, you would’ve drawn blood. your scream muffles against him, legs twitching out and shaking under his body, spencer blankets you with a heavy grounding pressure as your orgasm crests. his lips press to your cheek when you look over your shoulder at him, eyebrows imploringly upturned, he follows right after you and he is beautiful. 

he slumps, heavy. but the good kind. you welcome the pressure and the closeness for a minute while your breathing evens out. in and out.

“i need to pee, reid."

“oh please, don't call me that when i'm still inside you.”

you laugh into the pillow, shoulders shaking while he pulls out. funny boy. you pull a shirt over your head and watch as spencer stumbles trying to put on his underwear. he trails behind you quietly as you walk into the attached bathroom and pretend to ignore the pout he tries to hide when you close the door. 

you feel a little stupid talking to him from the toilet but it makes it somewhat easier to ask him. “can we do this again?” your voice muffles through the wood. 

he squeaks something panicked, “i don’t know if i can–”

you push an amused smile into your knuckles, “not now, spencer. at some point, in the near future.”

“yeah?” he asks, sickeningly hopeful. “would you let me take you to dinner first? preferably not at rossi’s house?”

spencer hears the flush and then the door clicks open. you have your hands joined behind your back, he takes a step forward.

“i’d really like that.”

you’ve got an expression on your face that doesn’t warrant a confirmation, still, spencer asks. “yeah?” 

you lean forward and kiss him, a few seconds too long. “it’s a date.”

nobara snaps her fingers in front of your face, yanking you back to reality. megumi is looking at you now—sharp eyes slightly narrowed, a faint flush on his cheeks that could be from training… or from the way you’ve been blatantly staring at him like he’s something you want to fuck stupid which technically, is true.

“what?” you blink, heat rushing to your face.

nobara rolls her eyes. “i said, are we doing the group training exercise tomorrow or not? you’ve been zoning out for five minutes straight.”

megumi wipes his face with the hem of his shirt, flashing a strip of toned stomach and the faint trail of dark hair leading downward that you’ve never noticed before (not that you’ve ever looked, of course) and your brain gives up again.

when did he get so… defined? when did the faint outline of his v-lines sharpen like this? and when did his abs get so carved, so lickable, so fucking tempting?

“uh… yeah. sure,” you mumble to nobara, trying to sound normal even though your pulse is hammering between your legs.

nobara groans. “you’re hopeless.”

megumi doesn’t say anything, still looking at you before he turns away to grab his water bottle—his biceps flexing when he lifts the bottle to drink. your brain stops working all over again.

god, you really weren’t listening.

and with the way your thighs are clenched and your pulse is throbbing between your legs, you’re not sure you’ll be able to focus on anything else for the rest of the day.

little did you know that megumi is not able to focus on anything for the remainder of the day too, and that he had to turn away to adjust his shorts a little—because your staring had him embarrassingly hard, cock twitching against the fabric of his shorts, and he had to fix himself before anyone (especially you) noticed.

because what you don’t know ist that, at night, alone in his room, he often thinks about you too—hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slow and tight while he pictures kissing you, his tongue in your mouth. how he’d mutter “been thinking about this” against your lips because—god, he has so many many night. “every fucking night. every time you looked at me like that.”

he wants to touch you, to undress you slowly, inch by inch, kissing every newly exposed skin before he’d drag his tongue down your stomach and hooks his fingers in your panties and pull them down your thighs, watch the way you’d part your legs for him without him even having to ask.

just thinking about it makes his cock throb painfully in his hand and he begins to stroke faster—twisting at the head, hips lifting off the mattress—chasing the fantasy of burying himself inside you instead. imagines how tight you’d be, how wet, how you’d clench around him every time he bottoms out, whispering “more” while he fucks you slow and deep until you’re both all sweaty and shaking.

megumi comes with your name caught in the back of his throat— spilling over his fist in hot pulses while his whole body tenses and releases. he milks himself through the aftershocks, thumb brushing the sensitive head, imagining it’s your tongue instead.

when it’s over he lies there, chest heaving and cum cooling on his stomach, staring at the ceiling and thinks how fucked he is. and how torture it will be to see you tomorrow again, still so fucking pretty and out of reach for him.

“What the fuck happened?!” You say, turning to Bepo, who you now notice was also hit with the same affliction. “Was this a devil fruit?” Law looks at you with a stern expression that makes your stomach twist.

“Of course it was, what the fuck else would it be?” He says, making you roll your eyes. You can tell how embarrassed Law is; his face is flushed, and his ears are starting to turn red. You love teasing him to a point, but you don't want him any more upset than he already is. Penguin goes to speak, and you take Law's hand, pulling him into his infirmary/office and warning the others to stay away.

“You ok?” You ask, leaning against the back of his sofa and pulling him into an embrace. Part of you is trying to be sympathetic, but you're so beyond attracted to Law right now that you can't focus. “Do you have any idea how long this might last?” He shakes his head with a frustrated sigh, as he tries his best not to look down at his new figure.

“Not sure, at least got a few more hours like that”, He says, a little dejected. You know he's still recovering from the embarrassment of this happening in front of his crew. You need to distract him from overthinking the situation. There is one thing that always distracts Law from his work when you find him working way too late into the night: Sex.

“If it makes you feel better, I think you're a really sexy woman.” You say, your hands smoothing over his hips. He sighs against your shoulder.

“You're such a pervert”, he says, but he doesn't resist when your hands slide into his back pocket and grope his ass. Law has always been the less forward of the two of you; it's usually you who initiates these moments. It's ultimately a trait he really appreciates though.

“Law-” you pout; the heat of his body against yours is really starting to get to you. “Let me distract you" you say, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his shoulder. He pulls back slightly to look at you, a little bewildered.

“Are you sure?* He asks, unsure. You nod, easing his nervousness some. You press your lips to his. It doesn't feel much different at first; Law always lets you take the lead.

“Yes, I'm sure. I can show you exactly how good it feels when you fuck me,” You say, lifting his tank top off to reveal the soft breasts underneath. You mutter “Fuck” under your breath as you reach out to squeeze them. You guide him to lie back against the sofa cushions. You slot yourself between his legs and lean down to take a nipple in your mouth, suckling and tugging with your teeth. He lets out a strangled moan. His chest has always been sensitive, so you're unsurprised. You show the other one the same amount of love, until he's arching into you, then you pull back.

You lean down to press your lips to his stomach, kissing a trail down to the waistband of his jeans. He's flustered, stuttering out your name with a whine; he looks so pretty. You unbutton his jeans and tug them and his underwear down his legs. You kiss his plush thighs, then lean down and lick a stripe up his wet pussy. The noise he makes goes straight to your clit. You've never heard him moan like that. His back arches off the sofa as you suck at his clit and flick your tongue against it. You're enjoying yourself, moaning against his pussy.

His hands grip your hair as you eat him out. You almost miss the way he quietly moans for more. But you catch it. You pull back to slick your fingers with saliva, then lean back in and press two fingers to his hole.

“You ready, baby?” You ask, grinning, when he nods, a sign he's letting go. He moans out, one hand tightening in your hair and the other gripping the sofa cushions. You thrust and curl your fingers, and you lick and suck at his swollen clit. “Cum for me”, you say, muffled against his pussy. He's so sensitive that it doesn't take long for him to comply. His legs tremble, his moans taper off into a whine of your name as he floods your mouth with his juices. You work him through it gently until he's pushing your head away.

He pants, catching his breath, as he lazily tugs at your shirt. You're still fully clothed. You watch his chest heave for a second before kissing him. Then you obey his request, stripping down to just your panties.

“So beautiful”, he says, in awe of you as you make a show of slipping off the lace and leaving you completely bare.

“Wanna rub pussies with me? Wanna rub our clits together? Make each other feel good?” You say, leaning down to kiss her. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, groaning as you suckle at his tongue.

“Fuck yeah”, He says, voice low. The two adjust until you're in a scissoring position. You roll your hips, clits rubbing together, making you both moan.

“Just like that, baby. Keep going,” You say, bracing your hands beneath you so that you can press against him more firmly. The room fills with your breathy moans and whimpers as your hips roll together, pleasuring each other.

“I'm so close”,, you moan, “Are you?”

Law responds with a frantic nod, grinding his clit against yours. It doesn't take much more to send you crashing over the edge, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you cum. Law stops after you cum, stopping himself from finishing. You're lying together, tangled on the sofa. You're almost ready to go again when you hear above you, “room,” and within seconds, on the coffee table, is a strap-on. You smile down, and Law pulls you into a filthy kiss.

“You want me to fuck you?” You ask against his lips

“Wanna know what it feels like when I'm inside you” he says.

You stand, reaching for the harness. You had bought it as a half joke, hoping one day he'd agree to try pegging. Law watches, full of nerves and anticipation as you fasten the harness. He watches you spit in your palm and slick up the toy. He never expected to find it as hot as he does, but he has to bite back a groan at the sight.

He shyly spreads legs, failing to hide his keen interest as he watches you push inside him. He moans as your toy stretches him out.

“Fuck, look at you taking it all”, you coo as you push the final inch inside. It's something he says to you all the time. When he settles, and you've given him a moment to adjust, you start to move and roll your hips. Law has never felt anything like it. He feels himself trying to push his hips harder against yours.

You rut faster, fucking him hard. He clings to you, nails digging into your back as you dirty talk in his ear about drilling his tight fucking pussy. He's so responsive, though he always has been, and his legs wrap tighter as he moans a little too loud. You're both too far gone to care about any of your crew hearing.

Law is unravelling beneath you with every slam of your hips against his thighs. He wraps his legs around you.

“Close”, he moans, letting you know he's on the edge. His orgasm hits him like a freight train. He arches, all but screaming your name as his pussy pulses around your strap-on.

“Good girl”, you coo as you kiss his face, gently helping him come down from his orgasm. He does, taking some deep breaths. He looks up at you and, for a moment, his embarrassment returns. He flushes bright red and avoids eye-contact. His body is still trembling. “How're you feeling?”

“Is this how you feel when I fuck you? I feel like I just had an out-of-body experience.” He pants, pulling you down to lie against his chest. Maybe that devil fruit wasn't so awful after all.

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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!