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KINKTOBER DAY ONE┊PUBLIC SEX. who cares if your fingertips are all pruny? make your barbies have a pool party in the bathtub! no one will notice if two of them go off somewhere private…

content: barbie!reader x ken!gojo, public sex, breast play, spit, exhibitionism, a little silly, vaginal fingering, face fucking (messy), reader is called barbie (of course) and princess. word count: 2K

THIS BARBIE LOVES IT WHEN YOU TOUCH HER IN FRONT OF ALL YOUR FRIENDS!

and you aren’t shy about it either! ever since you were purchased for little susie’s birthday bash, you’ve lived the good life. you regularly got a new set of clothes and accessories, had a designated spot on the prettiest shelf, and usually could rely on at least one new ken to show up every few months.

the issue is, things have gotten a little boring lately. you’re not sure when it happened but you started seeing the same dolls one two many times. you’ve gone to enough dream house parties to easily spot who’s willing to bump some plastic. with no new babes coming in, you don’t get the same thrill you used to.

just last week you’d pressed yourself into the wall outside your favorite smoothie place, in broad lamplight mind you, and had to work extra hard to cum. the week before that, you were caught during movie night fucking yourself a little too noticeably under the covers, and even that was lackluster.

you were grasping at straws and no amount of sexy escapades could satiate you. how hard could it be to get an a+ in school and score a new ken doll? you were barbie. you deserved the best and nothing less.

so it’s a shame really, that you’ve wasted your favorite hot pink swimsuit (limited edition with the soft pink trim) on a dud. the ken who invited you here barely looks at your body, too focused on “understanding you on a deeper level” and “building a strong connection” to fully appreciate the way your ass and tits fit in your bikini.

“so what do you do for work?” he asks, hand firmly gripping a glass of… nothing? odd.

you sigh, sticking out your tongue as you think long and hard about your answer. “i barbie,” you respond simply, shimmery pink eyelids shifting to silver as you blink once. twice.

the ken, whose name you do not remember, nods his head and takes a sip of his air. “oh? well, i like to swim. my job is swim, actually. it’s why i come to these dream house parties.”

you raise a perfectly arched brow. “to… swim?”

“yeah, to swim. i swim.”

you both sit stiffly by the pool side, your pink toes resting firmly on top of the water’s very flat surface. “wow,” you muse, “imagine that.”

the ken looks proud of himself, a smile appearing that takes over his entire face. his teeth are huge and you can’t help but giggle, leaning back on your palms. “so, do you want to talk about anything else?” he suggests, assuming your amusement meant he was doing something right. “i could get you a drink if you’d like!”

you wouldn’t, but you are all bouncy hair and glossy lips as you shake your head. “no thanks, i’m more of a juice kind of girl.”

“i can make juice.”

a voice you don’t recognize cuts through your conversation, your gaze shifting up to see another ken standing (very) tall on the other side of the pool. his eyes are obscured by thin dark shades, hands tucked in his swim trunks. his torso is bare except for the unbuttoned hawaiian top he sports, coincidentally matching the soft pink of your bathing suit.

he’s striking, obviously, but what really catches your attention is the way he immediately begins walking across the pool — gasps coming from all around you as he makes his way into your space. “i can also swim,” he adds as he shoots a cheeky grin in the other ken’s direction, “a lot of us can.”

ken one pouts, crossing his arms across his chest. “yeah? well i’ve never even seen you before. what kind of ken are you?”

ken two makes eye contact with you as he answers. “a special edition,” he gloats, “fresh out of the box.”

he must know how much that turns you on. a brand new ken? the only one of his kind? you can only assume that he’s the new favorite, like you were the favorite barbie.

ken one abruptly stands, but he tries his best to appear brave despite obviously avoiding the pool. “oh, yeah? well, what’s your job, new guy? is it beach? everyone can beach!”

ken two refuses to spare him a glance, solely focused on you. “there is no beach.” he says this flippantly as if it’s the most obvious of observations one could make. “and my job is smoothie... you like smoothies,” he tilts his sunglasses down to rest on his nose bridge and you see the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, “don't you, barbie?”

the implication of his question doesn’t go unnoticed. if you looked deeper in your memory maybe you’d remember a certain head of white hair working the smoothie counter. you slowly ease your own sunglasses off of your face, pushing them upwards to rest in your hair. “that’s right,” you respond, leaning in close. “so what’s your name, ken?”

his smile is pretty, fits his face just right.

“call me satoru. they put so much effort into those big letters on my box, so the least we could do is use them.” he reaches a large hand in your direction and you try your best not to focus on his very long fingers.

your smile widens as your palms kiss. “satoru,” you purr, “do you wanna go beach with me?”

ken one is all but forgotten as satoru tugs you closer to him. your free hand lands on his chest and the other follows as he moves to grip your hips. when you’re this close, you can see the perfectly sculpted structure of his face, the pearly smoothness of his skin. he’s perfect, not a single crayon mark or hair out of place on his pretty rubber head. brand new.

“oh, barbie,” he teases, “i’d love to go beach with you.”

you can hear the sounds of multiple whispers, the angry scoffs of ken one barely audible as you cross over the pool with your new companion. satoru is all smiles as you make your way across the poolside and pass the plastic hot pink minibar, more than happy to let you pull him along.

even as you make your way to the side of the dream house, he never stops smiling, keeping your fingers firmly slotted between his. you stop just a few feet away from the party, music humming in the distance.

when you glance to the side, you see a large wall of cardboard; markers and crayons decorating the brown material. the beach has always been in this direction, but you’ve never actually gone. you feel the absence of his hand as you try to make out the weird scribbles. they looked like… waves?

“see,” satoru hums, amused. “no beach. not actually. probably have to wait for the next play set.” his body shifts behind yours, hands trailing up from your hips to grip the meat of your waist. his chin rests against your shoulder. you cross your arms.

“you’d think with a special edition you’d at least come with a real beach.”

“nah, just a penthouse and a yacht. oh! i do also have a friend. suguru. we were a matching set.”

you visibly perk up at the sound of another ken for your roster. satoru smiles as you tilt your head in his direction. “a friend?” you inquire, a teasing lift to your voice.

he chuckles and begins to press soft kisses against your neck. “a very good friend,” satoru murmurs against your skin, “one that i’ll make sure you meet later but…” what started as gentle kisses morphs into swipes of his tongue, nips of his teeth that blush your skin. “i want you to myself first.”

your arms fall away as the hands on your waist move parallel, one gliding up to grope your breast and tweak your already peaking nipple with the tips of his fingers. the other reaches into your bikini bottoms, collecting the slowly building wetness between your lips and dragging it up to massage your aching clit. your body responds instantaneously, pent up from months of boredom. “i think that can be arranged,” you whimper, “feels good, satoru.”

you can feel the bulge of his cock through his shorts, the heat of it radiating between the plush fat of your ass and upper thighs. “yeah, barbie? want me to give you more?”

you nod hurriedly, gasping at the feeling of his long fingers spreading you apart, easing into your tight heat as you relax in his hold. the hand on your breast moves to grips your jaw, forcing your face into the direction of satoru’s waiting mouth.

he drinks you in, tongue grazing the seam of your lips to ask for entrance. you barely register the way he begins to rut into you, a wet patch slowly building within his thin swimming trunks. “such a pretty doll,” he muses, “i bet you’re tired of being treated like a princess, huh? need someone to fuck you in public, take you where everyone can see?”

you mewl at his words, the speed of his fingers quickening as they bully into your tight cunt. “they act like they’ll b-break me but they n-never do—!” you moan loudly as his thumb stimulates your clit. your nerves become alight, your legs shaking already and he’s barely even touched you. the thought of him filling you up with cock has you clenching down on his hand.

“how dare they,” he teases, “i guess it’s up to me to make things right, huh?” satoru eases his fingers out of you, twisting your body around so that you’re facing him. it only takes a second for him to have you pressed into the dream house, a squeak leaving your mouth as he begins to drag his tongue between the swells of your breasts and tugs down your bikini to expose you to him.

“s-satoru!” you yelp as the material snaps thanks to your flimsy straps, gripping his hair as his mouth sucks hungrily on your hard nipple. he’s so aggressive in the way he looms over you, keeps you pressed into the wall with only his sheer strength. your mouth waters as you watch his cock twitch and throb beneath his shorts, the slight tent easy to grab with your smaller hand.

he bites you especially hard, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. satoru presses an apologetic kiss to your skin, dragging it all the way up to your neck so that his face can rest against yours. he pushes his hips forward to press eagerly into your hand. “fuck, pretty. i knew that you liked to fuck in public but you really are a dirty little thing… aren't you?”

his words send shivers down your spine, sharp intakes of breath tickling your ear as you grip him harder. “yes, and i can show you. we can walk back there with me covered in your cum so everyone can see.”

you feel him buck into your hand and you can’t hide your sly grin. the idea is not only pleasing to you, it would seem.

“yeah, barbie? gonna show those fucking losers what i did to you? cover your face in my cum?”

your breasts are pressed against his hard chest, pussy leaking between your thighs and drenching your panties. you know that if you don’t stop soon someone will find you. the thought has you quickly falling to your knees, hands pawing at the front of his shorts like a lost puppy.

“i wanna make you feel good, ‘toru,” you whimper, “please let me.”

if he seems surprised by your eagerness, he doesn’t express it, placing a gentle hand on your head and petting your pretty hair. “how could i say no to you, huh? take it out. it’s yours now.”

you do as you’re told, removing his shorts just enough to reveal his hard length. it’s the prettiest you’ve seen, soft pale skin that transitions into a leaky, pink tip. you could tell by the way it twitches that he aches for you, confident as your glossy lips swallow him in a slow descent.

his hand grips your hair, not tugging but keeping you steady as your tears continue to streak down your face. your vision is blurry as you look up at him with wet lashes, the flat of your tongue curling around the base and dragging up the underside of his length.

satoru is a vision above you, sunglasses lazily on his face so that those pretty blues watch you in approval. he clenches his teeth as you bob your head, each movement accompanied by a wet gag that gets silenced by the tip of his cock grinding down your throat.

you hear the footsteps before he does, clenching around nothing as two kens turn the corner to walk down the path of the dream house. they grimace at your indecent display, annoyed that they’ve once again found you with someone’s cock down your throat.

satoru grins at them, his hand gripping tighter on your head as he pushes you down to his base. your throat contracts as you sputter and writhe against his pelvis.

“you boys wanna keep watching? i’m about to cover her face if anyone wants to clean her up after.”

the two of them gasps, one ken hurriedly grabbing the other’s hand so that they could go off down another path.

you think that satoru is going to let you come up for air then, but he keeps you firmly in place. spit begins to fall from the corners of your mouth as he ruts deeper into your throat. you try to say his name but it’s covered by the wet slickness of your saliva.

“taking it s-so good for me, baby. gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine now.”

he finally lets you come up, immediately jerking off his cock as you cough and whine from your place on the ground. you’re unreasonably turned on, wanting so badly to feel him inside you again.

“princess,” satoru groans suddenly, grabbing the back of your head to hold you in place. “open your mouth —look so pretty— gonna make me c–cum— fuck!”

he lurches forward, hot strings of his load painting your face as you eagerly open your mouth. you taste the saltiness of his cum as it covers you in heavy stripes, painting your pretty skin white as you beg him to give it all to you. to officially make you his. you were a doll after all, possession came with the territory.

satoru’s toned thighs clench through his release, bucking forward a few more times to make sure he’s fully emptied himself onto you. with a lazy smile, he meets your gaze, rubs his cock against your cheek as you press gentle kisses to it as it softens.

you look wrecked, your makeup somehow still perfectly printed despite your debauched state. your breasts are covered in your spit and cum, soiled beyond recognition are your bottoms.

“more,” you whisper, “i need more of you.”

satoru gently wipes away at your eyelids, gripping your chin with his large hand. his eyes are heated and bright, a devious smirk on his lips.

“yeah? then come on, barbie. let’s go party.”

note: part two of this fic releases on halloween! check out the kinktober masterlist above.

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