Day 19: Hand Kink - Sexual Arousal From One's Or Another's Hands
꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷
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
