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Day 19: Hand Kink - Sexual Arousal From One's Or Another's Hands

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summary. todo notices how you stare at his hands while he drives home from the gym and presents an idea to you

wordcount. 1.5k

pairing(s). aoi todo x afab!reader

warning(s). hand kink, pwp, kinda pervy reader, fingering, in the car, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, cum eating

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Todo put the majority of his focus into bettering himself. He took excessive care of his body, doing so usually taking up most of his free time. He made sure to shower frequently and moisturize twice as much. His hair care routine seemed more intricate than yours and he spent ten minutes minimum bent over the bathroom sink rubbing a plethora of skin cleansers and anti-wrinkle creams over every inch of his face and neck. He made sure to work out every single day and if he missed it, he’d do triple as much the day after. The only things he allowed to enter his body were water and protein along with any other healthy supplement that could ensure his progression.

His hard work showed greatly- it being evident in every polished and shined muscle adorn him. When he stood, he was plenty taller than you and unfathomably bigger. Besides his thighs being about as wide as your torso, his biceps rivaled your head in size. When he would hug you, his shoulders would completely envelope your body and in times where he happened to forget this, you’d nudge him until he released you with a great deal of apologies. 

Along with the other things that attracted you to him, his hands always happened to be at the top of the list. He poured just as much time into his hand care as he would anything else and you took great notice. You’d always caught sight of how soft his hands looked, his fingers in particular. The tips of them were wide and bulky and the nails around the other side were clean, filed, and short cut into a neat semi-circle. The joints running down his digits created dips that you had trouble tearing your eyes away from. His knuckles were bruised and a shade darker than the rest of his hand and back of his hands were covered in veins that bulged when his grip tightened on the spinning steering wheel.

“Babe?” 

You return from your muse, cheeks hot and nearly drooling. Had you been daydreaming this entire time?

“Hm?” Your body tilts as the car turns onto a highway. 

“Wanna pick somethin’ up from the store? S’ cheat day today so I'll get what you get too or we can just share whatever you get, pretty. Unless you want it! You can have your whole cheat day candy if you want it, babe.” Todo has always been quite thoughtful. He made a great effort to include you in the majority of hobbies that took up his schedule such as dieting or working out at his gym as you’d done today. You thought it was cute.

“Oh- right. Uh, I don’t want anything. I’ll just eat when we get home.” 

 For a brief moment his eyes slip to you, swilling up your exprespression then falling back to the road, “Everything ok? You usually get a little snack or something. Did I really take that long in my set? My bad babe-”

You interrupt him before he could manage to blame himself any further, “It’s not you, I was just,” you peek at his hands, “distracted.” He notices.

“Oh... Oh.” He faces forward, eyes directly connected to the road and clenches the leather steering wheel as the gears in his head turn. For a moment, the car was completely silent- your thighs shifting closer to one another and your nails fidgeting with the rim of your loose shorts as you await some type of response from your boyfriend.

“My hands really get to you that much? M’ glad I can have that kind of effect on you.” he admits, chuckling under his breath, “And you call me a perv.” 

You playfully nudge his shoulder, feigning annoyance, “Yeah, cause you are.”

“That’s fair but now I know we’re on the same level of perviness,” he purrs, “Only time I space out when I’m thinking about your body, is if it’s about that beautiful ass. Gym’s been treatin’ you well.”

Despite having been in a relationship for well over a year, you were still taken aback by your boyfriend’s forwardness. You tell him off but he persists, snaking a hand to cop a feel of your thigh. “You think I don’t notice?” Suddenly, the car felt a little warmer than it was a minute ago.

You stutter on what words you use to respond to Aoi as his palm burns on your skin. Feeling his hands on you, practically taking up the sp

The bumps on the unkept streets led to a jolt of the car, every bump bounced you a bit over the seat inturn digging his fingers a little further and a little deeper into your cunt. 

You clutch the arm rest of your seat and lay your head onto Todo’s forearm. The smell of his cologne seemed to be the only scent your nose could pick up, that and mix of whatever you would call that bitter gym smell. Even so, it was deeply intoxicating and gave your eyes a hard time staying in focus. You sigh into his skin as he enters you- your naked thighs subconsciously spreading from each other to create enough room for him. You stutter on your words of encouragement, every last letter getting caught in your throat and he coo’s at how cute you sound doing it.

Your attention shifts to the car window and the few vehicles that ride past it. The thoughts of one of those drivers taking notice of you panting against the tinted glass made you grind into the leather seat. The potential mortification you would experience if one of those curious drivers locked eyes with your own and to have that overwhelming embarrassment turn into guilty pleasure as Aoi would speed away from their glares. 

The tips of his fingers rapidly knead your walls while the large of his palm unintentionally press and rub against your clit. You tighten around him, every inch of you engulfing his burly fingers and he groans- eyes flickering between the near empty roads and your figure that squirmed in his passenger seat. Your hand comes to hold his wrist for dear life, only invigorating him further. The rhythm he once held moved at a faster beat with your hammering heart following suit.

Your ears perk at the sound of his hand firmly gripping his steering wheel while his other hand busy catering to your sex; the squelches of your pussy resounds throughout the car while you attentively watch his fingers delve knuckle deep into you, “Fuck-” you mutter, “Do that again,” He does so without a moments hesitation every last stroke now deep enough to caress your g-spot. 

Todo’s own groin burned- itching for an ounce of the attention that he gave you. It jerked behind his sweats while his stomach coiled at your volume yet he couldn’t have cared any less about that in that moment. The only thoughts that racked through his mind were disorganized, muddled, ideas of what he would do to you when he finally gets home or off the highway. 

“Yeah? That feels good I bet. You’re fucking clenching down on me,” He could feel his and your own muscles tense from everything occurring in his car, “My pretty girl. M’ so fucking lucky to have you.”

You felt drunk on his words. He’d always have that kind of effect on you. Despite never being poetic or poignant with his words, the manner in which he spoke to you- that rapt and enthralled tone which he used to praise every move you made completely whipped you. No matter how much he commended you, it felt like too much whilst feeling like it was never enough.

“Can’t wait till we get home. M’ gonna stuff my fingers in your mouth while I please you against our door,,” He finally catches sight of an upcoming exit, “Or maybe I’ll just pull over n’ ruin you in the car. What’d you think?”

Both of his ideas had your mind spiraling. The thought of him filling your mouth with his fat fingers, having your tongue swirl around them and your full cheeks hollow as you suck on them. His hips pounding from behind and making your spine curl. The mere thought was invigorating enough for the build up Todo worked you toward to snap.

Air was completely cut off from your lungs as your eyes screwed shut. Your voice raised and you spoke in inaudible whines you didn’t realize were pouring out. You gnaw on your bottom lip as repeated curses rake through your mind. It all felt too good. You choke out his name and he swore he almost came hearing it.

He pulls into a parking lot that's completely vacant besides the tall street lights on the outskirts of it then quickly shifts the car into park and eases his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Backseat.” 

You hum, not quite back in your head yet. “The backseat. I'm not done.”

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a/n: sorry this is wayy late. I got in a writers block and couldn’t bring myself to my laptop

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Day 9: Objectification - Sexual Arousal From Being Treated Like an Object

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. peer pressure leads to the worlds most dangerous and horniest cursed spirit to spawn in your dorm

wordcount. 1.4k+

pairing(s). originalform!sakuna x reader

warning(s). objectification, harddom sakuna, degrading, teasing, monster fucking(?), begging, cum, ownership of a person

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You were in a panic. Shock and fear shook your frail bones as you stood in front of the most terrifying being your mortal mind could comprehend.

Even while slouching, he towered over you at well over six feet. The numerous arms that prodded from the thing's shoulders were covered in bulging muscle which were decorated in tattoos that left you in overawe. Mouths with outstretched tongues on each palm wiggled and oozed with saliva while the one that was on his face stretched into a sinister smile from ear to ear. Its torso is built like a Greek statue, chiseled and defined like it really were sculpted. His robust thighs and calves stood out so much that he felt sinful to have them exposed. All while a bulge that probably stretched half way up your back stood erect behind the thin fabric draped around his hips.

The king of curses stood directly in front of you while you gazed in horror as if you hadn't summoned him the night before.

Idiocy and peer pressure were obviously to blame for his appearance. A ritualistic frat daring you to summon a demon that once ruled even the evilest of spirits. Of course you said no but a couple shots and a few chants of your name completely eradicated whatever remainder of good judgment you had left. A bit more dimly lit candles and mantras later, you had yourself the most ungodly curse to ever wreak havoc on this planet at your disposal.

One of his left hands held onto your arm as you quivered in terror. Although you were scared beyond belief, the alluring print of his penis held your attention. You also didn't know where else to look. The skin to skin contact of the monster and yourself made you question your morality. Maybe he'd already had you under some sort of conjuration to make you feel aroused from a realistically petrifying confrontation. Whatever the case may have been, he and his presence made you more anxious than you'd ever felt in your life.

He spoke with a demanding deep voice. His chest rumbled with every word he vocalized, the vibrations of it right on your face as your cheek collided with the hard chest. "Lean onto me."

Sakuna handled you like a light sack of rice, tossing you to put your back against the apartment's wall as he positioned you to straddle him in mid air as if you weighed nothing. His chunky laugh echoed throughout the room like a large drum beat. His voice was so powerful that you could feel his breath move against your skin as if caressing it.

With your legs on either side of his wide hips, his cock was positioned right on top of your stomach, resting and twitching against your torso. It leaked with pre that seeped into the fabric of your shirt and onto the hot skin of your belly. "I can't wait to fuck you. It's been too long since I've been inside a human." He seethed as if you had no say in the matter. You wanted to say something. Even just an instruction to make the stretch less painful but your tongue was caught in your throat. The only shape your mouth could make was an "o" while he slid his dick inside of you. "There you go. Good~"

Your head fell back onto the bare wall behind you as chills erupted through your body, pain laced with pleasure booming from your sex. Sakuna slid you up and down his bare cock while still grinning. His eyes were focused on the way you squeezed around him, almost mesmerized by how slutty you'd already become. He moved you slowly to savor every twitch and spasm you did.

He groaned vulgar profanities in your ear, almost narrating every movement you made. He told how much of a whore you looked like taking his cock, how much he wanted to use you as his fucktoy so you could never want or need another being but him. He spoke about how you could barely fit all of his erection inside you and how loose you would be when he stopped holding back while you choked on the air in your throat. "How would you like it if I used your pathetic cunt to my liking? You want that don't you?" Before you could fix your mouth to speak he hushed you with a finger over your wet lips.

"Shhh~" He whispered, "My fucktoys don't talk."

His pace was noticeably faster now. The rhythm once created now at a speedier beat. You could hear the wet skin of you and the curse loud in your ears and a liquid of some sort falling down your bare thighs. However you were so lost in the rapture of bliss you couldn't make out if it was even from you. "You're squeezing me so tight! Somebody's liking this a bit too much, hm?"

Heat erupted through your body in flashes like a torch that had lit your skin on fire. The filthy words that spilled from his mouth fueled it with embarrassment while the hot cock inside of you assisted in numbing the emotion. Twitching and pulsating to match your genitals.

"Is the teasing too much for you? You want me to be nice?" He mocked in a babyish voice, grinning at how you nodded.

"Naive. So fucking naive."

He laughed, "Maybe I'll keep you. If you can be a good whore for me the rest of this, I'll make sure I'm the only thing you'll ever fucking think about."

The way his dick moved seduced you like a song. Every bump, rivet, and vein adorning his member brought you closer and closer to delusion. It began to feel like you were on your fifth orgasm although you hadn't even reached your first. Everything the curse did coerced you further into a state of complete and utter disregard for your safety, replacing it with the need to chase the pleasure you felt built within your gut since he started.

"Please." You begged, "Please"

As if your embarrassment wasn't already at a peak he teased you yet again, "Oh. So they speak?"

You didn't know if the curse was aware of his immense physical strength and how much of it you could take before you broke, realistically neither did you, but the grip he used to hold your hips felt suffocating.

It became harder and harder to breathe with his cock plunging into your core. Each inhale was a gasp that got caught in your throat and then released as a sob. The overwhelming physical presence he held made your eyes run dry tears as your bottom lip quivered between your teeth.

"Fuck, I'm close." He said speeding

He trusted his hips as if his life depended on it. So quickly it almost felt like he was vibrating. Thoroughly mixing your insides while forcefully chasing his own up coming orgasm.

"Too much- so fast! S-slow down! Please!" You begged.

He didn't slow down. In fact, his pace never faltered. You began to remember that in his eyes you were just a human. A bratty little thing he could snap, break, and bend at will no matter the profanities you spat or the writhing you did. Even if he were without powers, your efforts to escape from his grasp were impotent. So much so you wondered if he even knew you were attempting to struggle. He was mountains bigger than you and so much stronger that he could probably break your flimsy body like a twig. It all made you that much more mortified and turned on by the creature inside of you.

He shoved the rest of his cock into you, the remainder of what he had been holding back before now completely bottomed out in you as it spewed cum inside of you. All you could do was keep your mouth hung open, pathetically croaking with every pulse of his dick- muttering about how full you felt while he mocked and laughed at you.

"Yeah," He said, still fully inside of you, "You're definitely not leaving my sight."

"This'll just be another part of your night routine."

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a/n. I recently had someone request something just like this after i finished writing it- same character and all, but i need the practice writing for sakuna so expect another sakuna smut the first of nov

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hi i hope your having a good day/night! im gonna write this request anon because i’m nervous haha! i’m over the age of 18 and i would like a sakuna x thick!reader smut. i am pretty thick myself and i would love to read like a hard dom sakuna with a thick reader. i think it would come out pretty nice 💕💕! stay hydrated and have a good one!

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Day 21: Worship - Sexual Arousal From Worshipping or Being Worshipped

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summary. after hundreds of long grueling years without the king of curses, sakuna, to guide you, you begin to feel lost until you turn an alleyway in hopes of finding another victim and instead encounter the man you’ve looked up to ever since he was exorcized 

wordcount. 2.8k+

pairing(s). sakuna x thick!curse!reader

warning(s). worship, pwp, mentions of flesh, mean dom Sakuna, manipulation, abuse of power, rough sex, foreplay, sadism, little bit of spit, semi exhibitionism, monster cock, size kink, spanking, masochism, cum

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Sakuna was a ruthless monster and procrustean leader. He controlled all of evil and whatever was left of good. Curses and sorcerers bowed before his feet in fear and those that rebelled were killed before they could even oppose him. 

But he was dead.

Once ruler of both the mortal and spirited worlds before he was stripped of his power. His sudden death allowed sorcerers to regain control of humanity- to remake society and mold it into what they desired. Humans became so safe they began to forget about the ruler that once held tenacious power over their ancestors' lives. By no means did the removal of the King of Curses stop evil beings from instilling terror however without a clear leader, evil had been kept at bay, minimized to a point where those who had no cursed energy at all could roam the night’s dark streets only fearing other people. 

This night in particular had a bizarre feel. The cold air felt cooler and thicker- becoming increasingly onerous to take in. Usually the streets were full with people trudging through the close to congested sidewalks and car packed streets while you figured out which one you'd pluck from the crowd, today however, had little to no one out in the public. The only sounds of life were the distant dittys of crickets that rose a scowl onto your face. The street lights flickered and the stop lights interchange from green to red while you absentmindedly tramp through the sidewalk, the heels of your shoes clicking on the concrete beneath them. 

Though you knew you could defend yourself if needed, the thought that something else stronger, some burly entity with immeasurable power had already taken its pickings with the cities people made you shiver. The scene of the quiet and eerily peaceful streets would've given you goosebumps if you were human.

Suddenly, the smell of flesh floods your senses. A stench so strong you felt like you could physically reach out and touch it. You look around, searching for anything adjacent to where you stood that could produce an effluvium so profound but your eyes caught nothing of interest. Your nose, however, sniffed into the air a few times before leading your body to the output which happened to be an alleyway that you'd never noticed on your nightly walks. 

Immediately the atopherical pressure seemed to cage around your chest- oxygen becoming harder and harder to intake. That unmistakable power, that familiar presence, the bone shuddering cursed energy; you knew without a doubt in your mind the King of Curses was with you. Just the thought of him being near you back when you were classified as a Grade 2 curse made you hot and bothered, but now that you’re so close, so nigh that you can feel his power surging through the air, your knees had a hard time supporting the rest of your body.

You squint, barely being able to make out his figure through the fog but of what you could see he lost a good portion of what made him the King of Curses. No extra limbs or inhumane height and all his additional mouths including the one that formerly draped across his defined stomach were gone. If not for the tattoo’s covering every other part of his face and torso you would have mistaken him for a special grade sorcerer.

You wanted to shout out to him. You wished to utter even a few words to gain his attention. To ramble about how much you’ve been praying to every deity under the sun that he would come back to return the world to its miserable glory with you by his side. Even if he only used you for your thriving power- you only wished to work under his ruling for as long as he desired, but before you could fix your mouth to speak he calls out to, voice rumbling and resounding off the allway’s dirty brick walls.

“Did you miss me?” You did. You really did.

“Yes!” You shout into the fog, “I’ve always missed you! I never stopped!” 

He hums, likely studying your eagerness to speak with him. The fog leisurely clears as he begins to step toward you, a daunting saunter that makes your heart squeeze within your chest. With him so close you could see his messy pink hair falling onto his sweat ridden forehead and a wide smirk that spread across his face, stretching from ear to ear.

"Look at you, pretty little thing," He coos, "I've been seeing you- watching you desperately try to please me. You've been so good at keeping this city entertained."

His immense height and stature felt only amplified when you considered his notoriety.

The sleepless nights that you spent idolizing Sakuna to a point of exhaustion; running strange fan clubs and cultist devotee meet-ups consumed more of your time than actually reeking havoc onto the streets of Tokyo. Watching theorists speak extensively about the horror of the curse while you filthily masturbate to the sketches of him that appeared on screen. You treated and worshiped him as one would do a celebrity, so much so that now, as he stood in front of you, you could hardly move a muscle.

He brings his hand to clutch your chin and pry your attention onto him, "Do you think you could do something for me? Just a small favor."

You quickly nod, naively agreeing to his unclear ask of you. Even if you were aware that he was just using you, you’d still gladly give up your body to him if he asked. The fact that he came to you of all curses for his problems was what you focused on rather than the big hands that ripped all of the clothing off your skin. 

The quick changes in his vague suggestive words gave you whiplash. While you were experienced enough, this profuse dominance he yielded flustered you, bringing about a sense of insignificance to the flood of emotion you already held. His lofty stature made you feel tiny, almost completely trivial in comparison to him. Reasonably so. You were never the most intimidating curse in the special grade registry but you could still hold your own well enough that it caught the King of Curse’s attention.

He lowly growls under his breath, "It's been too fucking long since I've gotten to shove my cock in an eager whore like you."

Grabbing you by your waist he hosts you up onto the allway’s wall, your bare back now directly touching the freezing brick. You huff at the chill. Using one hand to pin you, his other is busy freeing his cock from its garments, rubbing at what he could touch on it. His impatience seeps through him allowing you to pick up on how restless he truly is, pent up beyond belief. You wait with bated breath for his crotch to make any form of contact with yours, your eyes already half lidded as you ogle his weeping tip that oozed with pre down his length.

His cock was so large, monstrous even. Well over average in both his girth and length to a point of absurdity. The base of it seemingly wider than the rest, bulging veins following along its sides then halting at his tip that shined with pre. As he stroked over it you noticed the upward curve of  his erection and how hard it had already become.

“I'm gonna use you for my pleasure. You owe that to me for creating a world where you can run rampant when you want,” He seethes through his teeth, bright red eyes still concentrated on his satasfaction, "Fuck. Ready yourself, get it nice and wet for me."

You bring two shaky fingers into the depths of your mouth and have your tongue swirl around them, soaking your digits with your saliva before you run them down your body and around the rim of your hole. They hover there for a minute, completely saturating it. He groans, intently watching you as you tease yourself directly before him.

"Watch me," You say, still touching yourself, "I'll do good for you. Promise."

"I'd only expect the best from you. Nothing. Less."

He smiles- it's sinister but it still brings you some sense of reassurance that you were doing something right. He grips his cock in his hand while one of his strong arms keeps you pinned where you were, not like you’d try to leave at this point anyway- your mind too far gone in the depths of lust admiration. He slowly strokes it at the base, purposefully avoiding his flushed tip as his mouth spewed humiliatingly truancy words at you. 

He leans further into your body, chest to chest with his head rested on your shoulder. He nips at the shell of your ear, breathily sucking and biting at what skin he could reach. You can feel heat radiating off of his dick as it rubs against the back of your working hand. His pre cum stains the innards of your quivering thighs and the saliva once coating your finger dripped to the ground creating a pool of your mixed arousal on the concrete beneath you. 

You moan as the tip of his cock kisses your hole repeatedly, teasing and torturing your core, “Sakuna… put it in. I’m ready for you, use me please~,”

He chuckles within the warmth of your neck then bites it, eliciting a whine from your mouth. An abrupt stretch draws your attention to his groin as he steadily eases into you, savoring every bit of delectation that came with it. The lewd noises you let spill from your mouth clouded his mind, nearly causing his facade to slip- instead, he allows for his pleasure to leak from him as low whispered profanities. 

“You’re so fucking tight.” The unrelenting pace in which he entered you felt like it was splitting you in half, like he single handedly spitroasted you while you babbled on about how good he was. 

The raucous sounds of his hips meeting the fat of your ass reverberates in your ears and the empty alleyway- the feeling of the ripple of your skin clashing against his open hands makes you tighten and his hands clench harder around your bottom. An abundance of coarse groans and noisy moans mixed with the lewd squelching of your sexes as he pounded into you.

Sakunas baritone voice teased in your ear, "You're enjoying this! You like how big my cock is inside you, huh? Your cute little cunt can barely fit it all. Fuck,"

"Disappointing. I thought you could do better." Your mind was in such a haze, whatever vulnerability you possessed at the forefront of your mind that you couldn't fully comprehend that he was baiting you- simply riling you up in order to manipulate you further. Practically falling right into the palm of his hand for him to orchestrate your thoughts.

"Sorry!" You manage to shout, "Please let me do it! Let me be of service to you!"

He removes his cock from you, a bit of slick connecting the two of you before it breaks. You stumble on your feet, a bit worn out, before you reposition your ass to face his awaiting dick and your chest to barely brush against the cold brick wall. Your legs shake beneath you as your hands push you from the wall and further back onto Sakuna's girth, ripping a moan from your throat. He remains silent as he watches you back into him while you attempt to retain a steady-ish rhythm. His large hands run down your back and drift over your arched spine to massage at the flesh on your sides, bulky fingers digging into the skin to slowly guide you before traveling back up your back to repeat the actions. He groans a bit, little whines lacing it when you wiggle your hips enough to make his cock twitch.

You yelp as a sudden sting comes down on your rear. You pause in movement, a bit confused but once another harsh slap hits you again you realize Sakuna was spanking you. 

“Who told you to stop?” The commanding tone of his voice exudes with dominance- without him even directly demanding something of you, you feel obligated to oblige to his words. To completely give in to him and submit everything he asked of you. 

You apologize and quickly return to moving yourself along his dick. His palm hits you again, this time it feels plenty harder as your ass begins to sore. You keep your eyes focused on the wall and your mind on the tingling sensations on your skin. It oddly felt good. “You’re such a slut, you’re actually fucking enjoying this. You like this sting on your ass?”

You earnestly nod. A strange pang goes off inside your abdomen, a coil like sensation that only grew when you speed your hips. The coil tightens further with every strike Sakuna bestows upon you and your ass lifts to chase it. 

“Shit- so tight, ya gonna cum? M’ makin’ you feel that good, huh?” Each of his teasing sentences were rhetorical. You weren’t going to answer anymore, too far gone- lost in complete and utter bliss and Sakuna didn’t want you to, satisfied with just hearing you babble like an idiot on his cock. 

He grabs at the fat of your ass, jiggling it in his palm then smacking it once more and growling at its recoil. He couldn’t help but rub at where he’d been hitting you. You’ve behaved so well for him- following all his instructions and requests down to the very last detail. Submissively moaning to produce just enough arousal to make his dick jerk. 

He could notice you were beginning to get exhausted. There was an extra shake at your knees that wasn’t caused by his size and your heaving chest seemed to be heaving heavier than when you started. You fix your mouth to apologize but before you get the chance to speak, two of his fingers on each hand snake around your body to tap at the sides of your mouth. You happily let them in and he immediately uses that as leverage to pull you back into his cock, meeting his rapidly moving hips half way. He abuses your head like he would a leash, strictly using it to get off. He couldn’t have cared any less in that moment if you came from his pounding as his mind only focused on painting your walls in white. The suffocating squeeze of your heat coerced him into putty in the same way his cock did to you.

He practically growls, “I’m gonna cum, take all my fucking cum! M’ gonna stuff you so fucking full you’ll barely be able to breath, would you like that? Being filled up by your idol?” 

You nod. “You don’t have much a fucking choice do you? Your slutty hole is pullin’ me in! I couldn’t pull it out if I tried,” Not that you even wanted him to.

The knot that had been inconsistently tightening in your stomach finally bursts at the same moment Sakuna spills his load within you. He worked you through the orgasm, never fully stopping his thrusts to pump every last drop he had to offer. Your moan’s volume increased to a pornagraphic level while he simply laughed at your indecency as if he hadn’t had his genitals plunged into yours in some random alleyway.

Your legs give out and he catches you, letting you rest in his arms for a quick moment and then easing you down to the ground where you balled yourself up. You could feel the remnants of his orgasm begin to seep out of you while your hole continuously spasmed, forcing more of it out. He crouches in front of you, now face to face with him and his finger plunges into you, pushing his cum back where he left it.

“Wouldn’t wanna waste any.”

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a/n: surprisingly enough, this was meant to be a quick drabble but i realized this would work better for the request I received earlier this month

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Day 27: Stuck - Gaining Sexual Pleasure From Seeing Someone or Being Stuck In Something

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. you find yourself stuck after attempting to make some wall renovations to your new shared estate

wordcount. 1.7k+

pairing(s). gojo x afab!reader

warning(s). stuck, pwp, teasing, nicknames, oral, reader receives, implied masturbating, oral through clothes, brief cock slapping, slight masochism, slight sadism, bit of cockwarming

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You wiggled your hips and twisted your waist all to no avail, still as stuck as you'd been five minutes ago. Despite your desperate calls for anyone to come, no one had. Even the highest pitched screams your throat could muster had no reaction from any of the other houses within the neighborhood. You let your arms dangle under you, your courage, pride, and stamina seemingly at the lowest it had ever been. So much so you even began to wonder if you really should've waited for Gojo to return. Greatest sorcerer and all, you could still handle yourself and what damage would a little assistance in tearing down a wall do? A lot apparently.

A sudden jingle of keys from the house's front makes you lift your head, however it turned down in shame once you heard it unlock the front door. As the front door's hinges creek from it being opened, the house seems to freeze. You feel yourself grow hot in embarrassment, the urge to wriggle free growing expeditiously, however there was nothing to do but fidget with your hands, no matter how badly you wanted to hide.

"How'd-" He snickers, "How'd this happen?"

"Don't act like you don't know how this happened. I was practically foreshadowing this when we were on the phone earlier." You drag your messy hands down your cheeks, groaning in agony as you did. 

You hear his footsteps slowly sneaking to you and a faint ruffle of clothing, "I kinda like you like this. I mean, I wouldn't mind coming home seeing this everyday. I wouldn't mind at all actually." 

A bare hand comes down to rub around your rear- sloppily squeezing around your hips, "What a sight, hm?" 

He lightly pinches the inside of your thigh through your pants then softly laughs once you jump. Whining a bit more than you intended, you demand he helps you wiggle your way from the half destroyed wall. He hums behind you like he was genuinely thinking about considering it (you knew very well that he wasn't) whilst continuing to feel up your behind. 

"I don't think I will." Embarrassed, you begin to protest, yet your words fall on deaf ears as he progressively creeps closer to what he knew would coerce you into giving in. The wiggles of your hips only blur his train of thought further.

"You perv." You whimper.

You could practically hear the taunting grin through his voice, "Wouldn't be me if I wasn't, sweetheart."

His hand ghosts over your privates yet he continues past them to touch around your thighs, kneading the fat through your clothes and commenting on and chuckling at the slight shake it possessed. Despite his teasing, you could still hear Gojo making noise behind you. Sounds of groaning and the rasping of some fabric peaked your curiosity, the want to shimmy free and watch how he touched himself growing even more. To see his head crane back and hand run over his bulging crotch- grunts and curses spilling from his mouth while he fought to keep his eyes open; but, as long as you were stuck, you would have  to continue leaving what he looks and acts like to the interpretation of your imagination.

His hand runs back up your legs and directly over your pussy to the waistband of your sweatpants; his nimble finger loops around the stretchy waistline and pulls them over your ass and down your legs, exposing your damp panties to his desirous eyes. You squirm under his gaze. Though you couldn't see, you knew he was staring- gawking at your privates as if he'd never seen them before. As if he didn't know them inside and out. 

You suck in a breath as a sudden pressure sends shocks through your body. You grind back into what you assume is his thumb, pinning after the ounce of release he provided you. He allows it, pressing back into you with every jerk of your hips. 

"You likin' this? This feel good on your pretty little pussy?" You hum and nod, completely immersed in the chasing after him to form a good enough, coherent, sentence.

His thumb moves down your cunt creating room for his mouth to place kisses along it, some lingering for longer than others. His nose barely delves into you but the cotton of your underwear pushes past your lips and around the entrance of your vagina. You plead for him to remove the fabric, to have mercy on you and allow for you to feel his tongue directly on your pussy but he refuses, intent on teasing you while he had the chance. 

At this point you were sure he was touching himself as the moans he spurred created a string of vibrations to flow straight through you. It turned you on more than you felt comfortable to admit to know that eating you out through your underwear turned him on to such an extreme extent. From the breathlessness of his noises, you could tell he was close. His grunts split into disheveled whines and he rocked against your hips, moving in unison to them. 

He breaks away from you unannounced, chest heaving and breath heavy as you lowly cry out into your hand, "I almost fucking came." He chuckles.

"Saturu, you can't just pull away like that-"

"Don't worry, I'd never leave you unsatisfied, baby," He says, "Promise."

You hear him shuffle back to his feet and you feel his hands return to your ass, "Where'd you want me?"

Your cunt aches, "My pussy, fuck me, please,"

His fingers come down to slide your panties to the side, never fully taking them off. You wonder when he'd taken off his pants but you don't question it any further as his tip kisses up against your hole. He slaps it against your lips a couple times before moving to inch inside of you.

Your mouth hangs open as you focus on the lewd feeling of him filling you up, the stretch feeling much more exhilarating than usual. Maybe it was the teasing or maybe the excitement from having never done something like this. A scene straight out of a porno, however you couldn't seem to care all that much, the only thing mattering in that moment was how you were going to last any longer.

You squeeze yourself around his cock as he rhythmically thrusts into you. You could feel every vein and divot adorn his member rub against your walls and push against the spot that made your breathing catch in your throat. 

You squirmed a bit, a tab uncomfy in the bent over position you put yourself in. The sturdy drywall that held you up dug into your stomach and sides while you were pushed against it by Gojo's forcefulness. You hold yourself up as much as you could by flatly holding onto the wall under you. Your breasts bounce with every jerk of Gojo's hips, and you find your mouth hung open at how euphoric it felt.

He bends his finger under your panties and pulls them back just to let them snap back to your ass. He caresses the skin immediately after, soaking in the way you writhe under him. Just as you start to feel a coil form in your abdomen, he speeds, "Fuck! M' close," 

Your breath halts in your throat, eyelids involuntarily squeezing shut as drool begins to pool on your tongue. You babble on his cock about everything that came to your fucked out mind, most about his cock but also about how he feels up your body and how you were going to kill him after this. The embarrassment you once felt completely morphed into an insatiable desire fully fueled by the tightening of your stomach. 

His cock twitches inside of you and his thrusts progressively become inconsistent and on a close verge of animalistic. Growls and groans fall from his lips while pounding into your weeping cunt, chasing after his upcoming orgasm. 

You end up cuming first, the teasing from his mouth already keeping you on edge, his cock just tipping you over the extra step. Gojo cums soon after with a couple extra thrusts of his hips and moans.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, Gojo's cock still twitching around your walls to match the quivering of the rest of your body, “Fuck,” you curse under your breath, “Maybe I should get stuck in walls more often.”

He laughs, “Yeah, yeah maybe I should rile you up so you can go and do stupid shit like this more often.” He sucks in a breath as he pulls out of you.

“All right. Let's get you out of there.”

Ironically the harsh movement caused by your vulgar actions loosened up the grip the wall had on your torso and with the added help of Gojo, it took no more than eight or so pulls to free you from the wall. You immediately stretch, arms extended over your head and little whines coming out of your mouth from the pop of your back. You stumble once you finish and end up falling directly into your husband’s chest.

“You ok?” He asks, guiding you to look at him by the hand on your cheek.

Embarrassment already creeping back up to you, your pupils scatter around the room to awkwardly look at anything but him, “Yeah. No, yeah I’m fine.”

He hums, smiling a bit, “How much of the wall did you take down before you got stuck? Cause’ I know I took down that part over there but I’m not sure if I’m seeing a big difference here-”

Lightly slapping his chest you laugh, feigning annoyance, “Shut up. I’ll have you know, I’m a very hard worker.” 

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, I don’t know any hard workers that get themselves stuck in walls but I digress,” He sighs, “As far as I know, you could be the best construction worker to ever touch the earth.”

“Exactly, now you’re getting it.”

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a/n: i almost wanted to make this a fluff where gojo teases reader while they renovate their new house after just being married but i ended up with this instead

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Day 7: Exhibitionism - Sexual Arousal From Doing Something Sexual In Public

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summary. you have a strange run in with a flirty customer who wanders into the convenience store

wordcount. 2.8k+

pairing(s). getou suguru x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

warning(s). exhibitionism, pwp, teasing, oral, reader receives, bit of overstimulation

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The extra shift caused an unspoken war between yourself and the couple of other coworkers that had the pleasure of working at a convenience store. Originally for extra money, the shift became more of a boring ghost shift. No one came in or out of the glass doors besides a trucker or the next employee who had to clock in.

The problems first arose when everyone heard the shift took place at midnight, officially making it a twenty four hour store, but the hours didn't cause much of a fuss for long as people offered to take it for a couple extra bucks on their paycheck. However, a man started coming into the store during those hours regularly. Everyone described him as creepily unsettling. While his features were usually calm, his stare sent goosebumps down their backs. He'd always be wearing traditional clothing with his arms crossed over each other, and wear sandals that showed his feet despite the very big sign outside the store going against it. After walking around for a good four minutes he would come up to the counter, buy a pack of some candy and leave, never saying a word.

More and more employees continued to drop the shift and opted for their regular schedule. Others went as far as quitting entirely. Eventually the only people that worked that mysterious hour was whomever the manager assigned it to. This week, that unlucky employee happened to be you.

As you pushed open the convenience store doors, the blinding white ceiling lights made you squint, a stark contrast from the pitch black sky outside. The bell dinged over your head alerting the current clerk of your arrival.

"Hi." You say, waving to him awkwardly. He looks to you and nods, acknowledging your presence but keeps his mouth shut. You couldn't blame him as the late hours could be exhausting for anyone who wasn't used to it. You slip past the counter and throw on an apron over your collar shirt before waving at the employee again as he clocks out and leaves, the bell over the head of the door dinging again signaling that you are now alone. Your shift has now officially started.

The first few minutes were spent fumbling with your nails. Picking, scratching, and biting them as to try and distract yourself from the boredom that had already sunk in. You rhythmically tapped the countertop, listening to the appealing sounds it created while occasionally peeking out the glass doors in hopes to see a customer. You suck your teeth when you suddenly remember a to-do list you had to complete to ready the store for the next day but as you make your way to the back of the store, a familiar ding rings through your ears.

"I'll be with you in a second!" You call out to whoever walked through the door. Whoever it was didn't say anything in return, not like you truly expected them to.

The back of the store wasn't filled with anything really. With every empty metal shelf there was an empty and beaten cardboard box right by it. A couple filled trash bags and stands with extra food usually sat in the corners of the room and along the bare white wall there was a large bulletin board with multi-colored post-it notes scattered on it. You skimmed through the many papers adorn the board until you found one that had the current date written on it. Peeling it from the wall you read through the messily written to-do list.

"Take out trash... restock shelves.. and.. sweep." You read under your breath, squinting a bit to understand what the manager wrote. "That's not too bad."

You walk back out the door you came in and return to the register, sticking the note on the frame of its touch screen before looking back up to the isles in front of you. A shuffle and then click of footsteps were heard from the back of the store making you remember you weren't actually completely alone anymore. You tried to get a glimpse of the customer while they shopped as you were curious who could've been out so late at night but they moved sneakily. Only going in and out of isles that happened to be out of view from where you stood. The patterns of their movements made you suspicious of if they were even shopping. You pondered if it was just a teenager getting excited from teasing a store clerk but the time and the heaviness of their footsteps caused you to rethink.

Just as another conspiracy popped into your mind, the person came down the middle aisle that directly lined up to your field of vision. A quite large man with well kept, long, black hair- half down and half tied in a messy bun with a few strands coming to rest on his forehead. You tried not to react but the many deep stitches that stretched across it made you flinch a bit. He had a pale sharply pointed nose and average sized lips that stretched into a light smile. It honestly creeped you out more that he could genuinely smile at such an outrageous hour into the night. Perhaps he was just a night person.

You put on your best customer service smile and greet him. His smile remains the same but his eyes squint a bit indicating delight. He bends down to pick a pack of chocolate candy before placing it on the counter. Just as you were about to scan it he spoke.

"Slow night?"

You look up at him in a moment of surprise but quickly answer, "Oh! Yeah..." You laugh awkwardly however it dies down after you notice his expression hasn't changed.

You were a bit nervous to talk to him as all the rumors of the strange man that would come around this time had you on edge but, according to the others who'd worked this shift, he never spoke. However, the more and more you looked at the man in front of you the more attractive you thought he was. All of his features equally complemented each other and he was quite handsome.

"It's my first time working this late at night so I'm just a bit tired." You say, entertaining the small talk a bit more, "600 yen."

"You're very attractive, y'know? Ya' almost made me shy walking up here." He leans on the counter as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand. He looked at you like he was studying your reaction to his words. His captivating eyes gazed at you while you struggled to focus on him. You looked down to his lips just for long enough that his calm smile morphed into a seductive smirk.

"T-thank you." The fact that such a pretty guy openly admitted to being shy around you had you on a bit of a power trip. "You're attractive as well."

You notice his outstretched hand, six-hundred yen laying in between two of his lengthy fingers. "Am I now? How attractive?" He teases.

You go to grab the money but he pulls back, now grinning from ear to ear, "I expect an answer before I give you my hard earned money."

"You're annoying."

"And you're not getting this..." He waves the money around, "..until you give me a good answer."

You sigh and try your hardest to hold in a smile, "I'd say a good 8."

He grabs his chest- fake groans making their way out his mouth, "An 8?" Your expression contours into one of confusion. Was eight not a high number?

"8 is high! What's wrong with 8?"

"Ya' should've said I break the scale with my dimension merging beauty!" He said in a breathy high pitched voice.

You found yourself glancing down at his lips again- this time you're sure he saw as he did the same. Quickly you grab the money from his hand and place it in the cash register, inputting that he paid the full price. You're sure he let you take it from his hand as he had watched you fully lean into the action.

He fully leans into the counter. In turn you distract yourself by finally moving his candy into a small paper bag. He reverts to his original position. Elbow on the counter. Chin resting in the center of his palm. And direct heated eye contact with you that made you too nervous to reciprocate.

You're sure you saw him lean further over the counter. Over and into the proximity where leaning this far in wouldn't be a mistake. You found yourself glancing at his lips once more- eyes lingering for a second longer before looking back up and noticing he was plenty closer. Almost within touching range.

You're sure he knows what thoughts are running through your head- what fantasies that are replayed in your mind as you lean in as well.

Everything else is a blur, the kiss you shared and the way it intensely escalated, the almost concerning speed he found his way behind the counter, the fast moving bulky hands on your body. It was all a rush of adrenaline and pent up tension equally from the both of you.

His hands reached around your waist to untie the apron's string and you arched into him to make room- coming face to face with his broad chest.

"Let's get this offa' you." He huffs. The almost rasp to his voice was already prominent when he spoke. His hands slip under your shirt, thumbs caressing your sides before his fingers loop around your pants' waistline. He slowly descends to crouching in front of you- pulling your pants and underwear down with him before letting it fall to your ankles. 

“You nervous?” You hold back from pouting at his obvious attempt to tease you.

“No,” You respond; almost too quickly, “I’ve got no reason to be.”

“Really?” He smirks, “Your heart’s beatin’ real fast for someone who has no reason to be nervous.” His hair falls over his shoulder, the bulk of it shimmering when the convenience store's bright lights hit it. His index and middle fingers run through your slit- spreading it while lowly groans at the sight. He curses under his breath before bringing his hand back from your cunt- sticking the fingers on the tip of his tongue and swerling it around them. 

“Maybe you’re scared someone’ll come in and see us like this.” He says, drool connecting his finger to his mouth. You suck in a breath as a single digit rubs the rim of your hole, teasing the outside. 

“Or… you want someone to come in here.” His finger tip slips into you, your cunt practically sucking it in with its slick. “Your pretty heart’s beatin’ so fast because you get off on the thought someone can come in here and catch you bein’ a whore on the job. S’ that it?” 

You wanted to say something snarky in response- to come up with a comment that could make his ego shrink a tad but your mind ran blank from pleasure as two of his fingers were fully working in and out of your walls. Even then you knew whatever you could’ve said would come out as incoherent whimpers rather than real words anyways so you opted to grind into his palm, the center of it rubbing against your clit. Your hips chased his fingers so desperately you almost lifted from the countertop. 

He scoffs, almost as if laughing at your failure to answer, “Aw, what happened to that big mouth?”

He leans forward, his nose face to face with your pelvis. You take in the sight of his mouth latching to you, engulfing your sex with his toungue circling around your clit. 

He stared bullets into you- direct contact into your pupils as he intook and noted every mumble and moan that left your open mouth. Being under his gaze felt so overwhelming that for a short minute all you could think about was retaining it. And for a moment in that minute it felt like he was looking through you, straight through your flesh and bones to stare at whatever was behind you.

The lewd sounds of your wetness pooling in his mouth while mixes of muffled whimpers and groans made their way out his mouth caused you to tighten around his fingers, barely leaving any room for him to move them. His relentless teasing did nothing to help, embarrassment creeping up on you as he commented on what seemed like every pulse and twitch of your walls with that same smug look on his face. 

Your hands gripped the counter so strongly you thought you might bruise on your fingertips. You wanted to reach in his silky hair grab a handful of it to steer him deeper into your cunt but you wanted to be good- you wanted to obey him in every command that he gave, even if that meant dealing with the near pain of his sadistic edging. Your already ragged breathing sped as he mercilessly ran his fingers into you- chest heaving and moans spilling out of your mouth. 

Your gaze tears off the man between your legs and onto the entrance of the store. The contrast of bright lights and natural darkness made it difficult to see anything outside of it despite the clear, glass, double doors. Though it wasn’t likely, the thought of a customer walking in and catching the both of you raced through your mind- the thought that they would see you so fucked out from a man eating you out behind the store’s counter made you bite your lip. Though you would regret all the actions that led up to your encounter with the flirty customer immediately, somewhere in the very dark pits in the back corners of your mind, you slightly hoped someone would.

His tongue suddenly fell flat against your clit making your attention snap back to him. Your thighs clenched- threatening to close around his head and keep him pressed into your sopping pussy while he grabbed at the flesh, keeping them in place. 

“You’re close, huh?” His voice is slightly muffled as his tongue was still latched onto you, “I can feel you spasming around my fingers.”

You nod and bite your bottom lip as your eyebrows furrow. Your head cranes back  when your body begins to feel lighter, almost to the point where it’s as if you’re floating. Your body danced on the edge of euphoria as your hips bucked into him to bring him closer to you. 

His fingers curl inside of you making your back arch and legs quiver. You whimper as your teeth dig into your bottom lip causing it to throb. With the excitement, nerves, and pleasure racking up inside you shaking body, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came around him without warning. His tongue comes in place of his wet fingers and he laps of everything you give him, completely enveloping your cunt. He hummed into you while he worked you through your rapturous orgasm.

Before you could fully return from your orgasm and the slight overstimulation, he removed himself from you.

You opened your eyes (a bit confused as you didn’t remember closing them) to gaze at him. As he stood back up from his crouch with a girthy moan you peek at his finger and notice how soggy they were, wrinkled as if he’d just gone swimming. You swallowed before you spoke, “Where… where are you going?” The breathlessness apparent in your tone.

He makes his way around the counter in the same way he came. Through his clothing you could see what you assume is a bulge coming from his crotch yet he acted as if he wasn’t just knuckles deep inside of you. He notices your eye drift and teases you, completely ignoring your question.

“Maybe you can repay me on your next shift.” He winks and smiles; similar to the one you’d first seen him in. With your heart still racing uncontrollably, his teasing brought you close to a heart attack. You smack your tongue against the roof of your dry mouth, searching for the right words to say at that moment and once again nothing comes to mind. Your buzzed consciousness is still completely blank as your adrenaline continues to pulse through your body with the after effects of your orgasm.

Those glass doors open and close once more while the bell overhead rings’ echo through the store, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

“Oh shit.” You curse, noticing the clock on the poorly painted wall. “Shift’s almost over.”

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a/n. srry this was late. I plan on finishing day 3 around the middle of the month

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sorry i haven't been posting, i was in a weird writers block but im out of it now and i plan to post the remnants of kinktober fics i didn't finish this week !!