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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year

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A/N :: I have a serious bee in my bonnet for Reiner. Like, yeah. So, @reinerswarrior I hope you don't mind me tagging you in this. I just wanted to share my obsession fondness for him with another fellow fan. In whatever capacity it's in?

C/W :: Going to college professors house, flirting with him, egging him on, feigned innocence, miniscule name calling, spanking, oral {M -> F}, unprotected sex, talk of cum, cumming in y/n, creampie-esque, FEELINGS, feelings, feelings. Attachment. =|

ThSpanks A Lot

"So ..." you leaned over the desk farther than necessary, your tits nearly spilling out of your low-cut v-neck. "So, you're telling me, that this is how you solve it? No - mm-mm." You shook your head a little too incredulously. Doing your best to egg him on.

He simply would not give in to your harassment. "I'm telling you that's how you solve that because THAT'S how you solve it, y/n. I feel like you're purposefully being obstinate here. I am giving you my time. I am giving you access to my space. And all you're doing is arguing with me."

You tucked your chin and folded your lips inward. Giving him your best doe eyes.

He sighed. "What ... what the hell is this?" He waved his hand around in front of your face. "What are you doing ... that face. Those eyes. Oh, oh. I see. You think by looking all sweet that I'll cave and sway to your thinking on the subject. Well, you're wrong. I'm not changing my mind. In fact, I think we're done here. So pack up your shit and thanks for the memories. I'll see you in class on Monday." He shook his head and adjusted something in his lap.

Reiner stood from his desk, thinking his dick was tucked away well enough behind his waistband.

It was not.

You stared at the imprint of his fat cock in his light gray slacks.

Your e/c eyes are big, sparkling in the dim lighting of his office.

"Professor Braun. Do you like yelling at me?" You asked, taking your hoodie off. Stretching up and showing your rounded tummy a little more than necessary.

"Do - do I like yelling at you? You're fucking deranged. You're sick. Of course I don't enjoy yelling at you, y/n. Now kindly, put your sweatshirt back on and get out of my house. I never should have agreed to you coming over to cover the materials we'd be having a mid-term on."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. I thought ... well I thought with how hard you are that something about our little study session was getting … you … off." You licked your lips.

You knocked his fancy wooden pencil holder off of his desk, it hit the floor with a louder noise than you expected. It made you jump.

"Oh! Ohhhh noooo. Now I have to pick this messy mess up. I'm so sorry, Professor."

He adjusted his pants and moaned a little as the band of his pants squeezed the head of his cock. "Fffuck. I - ahh goddamn it! You shouldn't be here. I - I could lose my job. You're - hughh." He palmed his dick through his pants, the feeling was too much to ignore any longer.

You stood there, your already short skirt riding up on the back of your thighs. All it would take would be one slip of your hand and your ass would be out and stuck up in the air.

Reiner walked over to you as you unceremoniously moved pens and pencils around on the floor. He stood right behind you.

So close you could feel the warmth oozing from his crotch.

"Professor ... teach me something. Teach me a hard lesson."

You could feel his firm length pressing between your ass cheeks. You bent your knees a little so you could rub against him.

"Yooouuu ..." he growled out as he bounced against you.

He hiked up your skirt and ripped your flimsy panties from your body and laid down a hard hand in one fell swoop.

"Ah! Fuck, Professor. Yeah? You gonna spank me? Tell me what a bad girl I'm being? Punish me for being so bad, huh? Spank me again! Spank me again, you old fuck!"

"HEY! I'm a lot of things, you little bitch, but old isn't one of them." He was practically yelling at this point.

It was right where you wanted him. You wanted him so frustrated with you that he couldn't see straight. Things were right on track.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and carried you to stand at his desk, your back still pressed to him.

His body was right against yours. It was so warm in contrast to the cool fall night. You knew better than to wear a short skirt, but this opportunity was too good to pass up.

Reiner spanked you again, once on each cheek.

"Look at that, your fat ass is turning so red for me. Let's see if I can get it a few shades deeper, mm? Fucking *whack* little *whack* bratty *whack* shit." He was hitting you harder and harder.

The heat flooding through your abdomen was reaching a boiling point.

"Mm-hmm, ok, Professor. You see anything? You see how fucking wet I'm getting for you. Touch my pussy, feel how fucking wet I am."

You turned around and hopped up onto his ridiculously large desk. Spreading your legs for him, you grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs, his fingers grazing your clit.

"Fuck. You're so wet. You're dripping down your thighs."

He pulled his hand back and ran it over his eyes and nose. Across his whole face, the smell of your arousal filling his nostrils.

"Oh ... my ... god, you're such a fucking perv, Reiner. You just rubbed my pussy juice all over your face." You giggled.

"Shut the fuck up. You like it. You've been trying to get me to touch you since the beginning of the semester. And now you're here in my office, my home office, nonetheless, bent over my desk, practically begging me to fuck you. Just - just - I don't know what you're playing at, y/n. Do you actually want me?"

You looked him dead in the eyes. "Professor Braun ... I've always wanted you."

He had turned this from a game to something far more serious than you were ready for. You'd always found him violently attractive. But you also liked him ... as he was. Right now. So soft even though he was so hard.

His insecurity was getting you more wet, however that was possible. You liked him being like this with you. So pathetic.

"Fuck, y/n. I wanna fuck you so bad. I - I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Please ... pl-" The look in his eyes was sheer need. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

"Professor, I want you - to fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Use me like you've always wanted to."

He unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thick thighs. His cock bounced up, the head of it slick with precum.

"Fuck, you're so big, Professor. I've never seen a cock so … fucking … huge. You're so, so hard, for me, Professor. Such a good boy for me. You want me to suck on your cock?" You got down on your knees, grabbed the base and licked the precum that was dripping down his length. "Hmm?" The vibrations of your words shot right through his stretched length.

He looked down at you, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe you were doing this for him. That you wanted him so badly. "Ohhh, shhhhit. Suck my cock, y/n. Take me into your mouth. Let me fuck your throat."

You smiled up at him, your eyes glistening with tears, your lipstick smeared around your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

He pushed his cock down your throat, holding your head in place as he thrust in and out.

You could feel your throat constricting around his thick cock, his precum dripping out of your mouth.

He pulled back and slapped his length against your face, smearing his spit and yours across your cheeks and nose.

You stood up and he grabbed you, tugging you hard into his muscular chest. He looked over your face, how wet your face was from all that he just wiped across it.

He kissed you, deeply. Sharing in the juices all over you. His tongue intertwined with yours. The taste of him still sitting pretty on your lips.

Moaning into it, he said in a deep and gravelly voice, "Let me taste your pussy."

He pushed you back onto the desk and buried his face between your legs, his nails scratching against your thighs, his tongue licking your clit, your lips, your ass.

You bucked your hips against him, his nose hitting your clit every time he pushed his tongue into you.

"Professor, please ... I … inside of me. Please, I want you to stretch me open and fill me up with your cum."

"Yeah," he sucked on your clit. "You want my cum to fill up this tight pussy?" His fingers spread you apart and he went face first into you. Burying his face in your hot wet cunt. "Mm, mm, mm, mm." Reiner said as his tongue fucked you. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet for me."

"Fuck …. Please, I need it so bad. Please, Professor, fuck." Your begging was driving him wild. He wanted to fuck you so hard, but he needed to savor the moment between your thighs.

He pushed you back on the desk and stood up, his cock resting on your belly. He slid his length up and down your slit, teasing you. "Nnghh, goddamn it, Professor. Fuck … now." You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you.

He pushed his cock into you, stretching you wide. "Hohhh -- shit, you're so ... fucking tight, y/n. You're squeezing me so hard already."

He thrusted in and out of you, his cock hitting the deepest part of you. "You're hitting my ... Oh god, oh god, Professor Braun."

"Call ... hnghh, fuck, shit ... Call me Reiner, ple-please, Rei ... ahhh ... ner."

"Reiner, oh my god, Reiner. Fuck me harder, make me cum for you."

His hands gripped your waist as he slammed his cock into your tight pussy over and over again. His balls slapped against you. "Ahh, fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

You grabbed his balls and tugged on them gently. "Cum for me, Professor. Fill me up."

He came hard, his cock twitching inside of you, filling you up with his hot cum. "Ahhh, fffuck, y/nnnnnnnnnnn. You're so tight, you're taking my cock so ... fucking ... well."

He collapsed on top of you, his dick still inside you.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and grabbed some tissues from his desk. He handed you a few and wiped himself off.

"Fuck, that was ... intense. Did you, uh - did you enjoy it?" He asked, looking at you for reassurance.

You were completely taken aback by the tears running down your cheeks. You were crying, not hard. But that was, despite speaking to one another how you did, despite egging him on and being a brat, it was so intimate. He made you feel some kinda way you've never felt before.

"Y/n? Are you ok?"

You wiped your face and laughed. "I'm fine. It's just - no one's ever made me feel like that before. Like I actually was, I don’t know. Worth it? I don’t know. It’s ... stupid. But, you know what I mean? Ugh, sorry."

Reiner laughed. "I do. I know exactly what you mean, y/n. I've never had someone talk to me the way you do. You make me feel like I'm present. Like I'm actually here ... now. That's why I didn't kick you out right away. Even though you argued with me. But I feel like you did that shit on purpose. Mm? Yeah. I thought so.”

You smiled and kissed him deeply. Finding yourself lingering a little longer than was called for. His hands were roaming up your curves once again. His lips reciprocate the pressure. Finally, you pulled back. "Reiner, thank you." You could feel his cock growing hard.

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Ok. Well, um ... What are you doing right now?" He looked like a lost boy. His eyes were heavy with lust, but there was a gentle sadness residing in them, too.

You hopped off of the desk and grabbed your panties from the floor. You slid them up your legs, and bent over to pull them up the rest of the way. Your ass was in the air. You could hear him groan, "Ohhh shit, I can see my cum leaking from your pussy. Fffuck, that's so fucking hot. Don't move. Please, don't move. Let me just look at you for a minute."

You stood up straight, his cum dripping down your inner thighs. "Oh yeah, Professor? You wanna watch me slide my panties back up? Is that it?"

Reiner rubbed the back of his neck, "C-can I take a picture? Please? I - I won't show anyone. I promise." His eyebrows were raised hopefully. A small smile graced his beautiful mouth.

"Sure, Reiner. You can take a picture. As long as it's not of my face."

He grabbed his phone from the desk and snapped a few shots of you from various angles. Both of your cum glistening down your thighs.

He handed you his phone, "Can - can you take a picture of me, y/n? I wanna remember this moment forever. I'll delete them after I save them to my computer.

You smiled, genuinely smiled. This man was so touch-starved that he wanted photographic evidence of the fucked out look on his face. Something about it was just so fucking sweet to you. You didn't want to leave him. But you weren't sure how to tell him you wanted to stay.

You snapped a few photos of him, his hair messy, his face flushed, his body glistening with sweat. You'd never seen him look so human.

The last photo you took was the two of you. He put his arms around you and kissed your forehead as the phone clicked.

When you handed him his phone back, he didn’t let go right away.

Finally, you gathered your things and headed towards the door.

"Hey, y/n," Reiner called out to you, his voice a little hoarse.

You turned around, "Yes, Professor?"

"I'll see you in class Monday, yeah? Unless ... ah, I don't know."

"Reiner? Are you ok?" His eyes perked as you said his name. "Did you want something else?" You walked back over to him, your hand outstretched to touch his arm.

"Y/n, will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" He sounded almost shy asking you. It was the cutest thing you'd ever heard. The cutest thing you'd ever seen.

He reached out to pull you to him. Your body already felt the pull long before he touched you.

It was so hard to leave him after that. But you knew you needed to. You needed him to breathe.

You pulled back, "Reiner, I would love to go to dinner with you tomorrow. I think we have some things to uh, well. Yeah?" A soft look washed over your face. "Let me write my # down for you, hm? And you can call or text me whenever, yeah?"

He nodded, like he was having some internal conflict. You knew what he was thinking. You were thinking about it, too.

At the desk you stood and wrote down your cellphone for him. "Here. Talk to me whenever, understand?" You stood on your toes and kissed him one more time.

He moaned into the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips. Your hands reached up around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

Pulling back again, you said, "Whew! If I don't go now, I swear I never will. Good night, Reiner. Thank you. Talk to me, ok?"

"Yes, yes! I promise. I'll talk to you. I'll call you and text you." He held the piece of paper you wrote on to his heart and nodded.

You walked out of his office and down the stairs to his front door. You heard him yell after you, "Oh, y/n! Don't forget your sweatshirt! It's getting cold out!"

You turned around to see him running down the stairs, your sweatshirt in his hands. "Here, you forgot this. Can't have you getting sick, now can we?" He smiled and handed you the hoodie.

"Thank you, Reiner."

"I will, I promise. Have a good night, y/n." He watched you walk down his front steps and out onto the street. He stayed there until you were completely out of sight.

Reiner went back inside and closed the door behind him. He sat on the couch in his living room and stared at the piece of paper you'd written your number on. Pulling out his cell he put your number in and saved it, your contact name was a series of different hearts.

He texted you about 2 minutes after you left.

"I can't wait to see you again ❤️‍🩹

- Rei"

You giggled and jogged excitedly in place.

"Me too 💝. What's with the bandaged heart emoji?"

"It just seemed ... fitting. See you at dinner, tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 7. Don't wear panties, they're just going to get ruined."

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year

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A/N = I genuinely don't know what's up with me and wearing Gojo's clothes. But I took this several steps too far, probably. And I like ettt.

C/W = mild pouting, stroking of ego, strap-on/dildo, blowing dildo, ass fingering, rim job, anal sex (f -> m), cross dressing, teeny bit of masturbation, edging, big ass O.

under the cut 🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW under the cut

WC = +4k (not by much, though)

Fairest of them All

Finally making your way into Gojo's penthouse apartment carrying all of the bags in from shopping, you see him sitting at the breakfast bar. He's sitting kind of hunched over the black and gold marble countertop and nursing an amber-colored drink. He barely looks like himself; his eyes aren't quite as sparkly, and his chest isn't stuck out with the pride he usually harbors. And he's wearing his cheapest pair of sweatpants (the poly/cotton blend!).

"Heyyy, Baby. What ya doing?" You ask him, tentatively. You've only seen him like this one other time and to this day, he refuses to admit what happened. Though you did your best to convince him that it DOES happen to every man at some point, it was bound to happen to him sooner or later, it doesn't make him less of a man, you still love him fiercely and something so seemingly trivial shouldn't get to someone so beautiful and confident.

He told you to fuck off after you gave him the speech. But in the same breath, he said he was sorry, he loved you, too, and then he went down on you for an hour and a half to make himself feel better.

You rubbed your hands up and down his back, dipping your fingers into the places you know to be his most ticklish spots. But you got no response. He didn't even tell you to stop.

"Satoru? Are you ok? Oh, oh shit. Did the credit card company call again and say there was suspicious activity on it? I thought you talked to–"

He slid the now empty glass from one hand to the other. "No," he interrupted you, "s'not that. Not the credit card. Something else." He put his cheek on the cool surface of the counter.

"Oh, my Baby. C'mere. Tell me what's wrong." He accepted your arms around him and you peppered his face and neck with slow, but deep kisses.

And he sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it." He put his face in your cleavage and took a breath in. "You, you smell really good. Like, really fuckin' good." He sniffed around on you like he was trying to bust you for something he'd thought you'd done. "Is that, *sniff* orange and *sniff sniff*, orange and vanilla?"

You clapped for him like you were his biggest cheerleader. "Yes! Oh, Baby, you have the nose of a bloodhound!"

He pushed you away. "What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting I look like some dopey ass dog? Wow, y/n. You can be so mean sometimes!"

You stood there completely flabbergasted by his outburst. And you didn't know what needed to be addressed first: the fact that he couldn't take the compliment or that he thought you were calling him a dog.

"OH-K! What in the hell is going on with you right now? I left you in bed this morning, and you were fine. Now you're jumping all over my ass about every little thing, and I wanna know why, Gojo!"

"Nothing's going on with me," he muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest, his face turned down into a pout. "Nothing."

You tried not to let your exasperation show. "Baby, I've known you for 1 1/2 years now, and not once have you ever been like this. I've seen you upset before, I've seen you mad, I've seen you disappointed, but I've never seen you... Oh, my god. Did you start your period?" You couldn't hide the smirk that was creeping across your soft pink lips.

"THAT ... that is so mature, y/n. So mature. It's not funny at all. Fuck, why can't you take me seriously?"

Now, you couldn't hold back. You burst out laughing at him and he sat there sulking, his pout becoming more prominent.

"I'm sorry but what is the matter! You're acting like the last ice cream cone on earth fell at your feet!"

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

You walked to him and took his face into your hands. "Look, whatever it is, it's bothering you, and that bothers me, so we're going to talk about it. I'm going to go put my new clothes away. Do you want to come in the bedroom with me? I'll give you a little show ... hm? C'mon. It might cheer you up."

You smiled warmly at your crazy boyfriend and grabbed your bags. Dragging him by the waistband of his sweatpants, the two of you went into the master bedroom.

"This won't work, y'know," Gojo said with no tone in his voice at all. "I can already guess what you bought. I already know what colors you got everything in. Jus', jus' let me go be misera– shit."

Your face lit up as if you cracked the code to some horrific crime. Unbeknownst to you, it was far worse. "AHA! I knew it was something!" As soon as you said that, you regretted your words. "I'm sorry for yelling that. But you can't hide stuff like this from me, ok? I know you. Now. Why don'cha have a little seaty seat on the bed here and I'll show you what you got me. Ok, baby?" You picked up his hands and made them clap. He was dead weight.

The white-haired man looked like a child who just got in trouble. His head was hanging, and his long, almost translucent lashes were brushing against his pink, flustered cheeks. "Fine. But I'm not gonna enjoy this."

You giggled. "Oh, but I think you might." Taking off all of your clothes except for your thong, you put the bags on the bed and started to dig through all of your new stuff.

Pulling out a black silk hooded crop top, you lower it over your head. It felt so soft against your bare skin. You walked to Gojo and stuck your breasts in his face.

"Touch. It's so soft. Feel it. Feel me." He reached out and touched the sleeve.

"Mhmm. That's nice. Very silky." He couldn't have cared less. It was unusual for him not to be into the texture of your clothing. He was a very tactile man. He loved touching whatever type of fabric you were wearing. Always commenting on how it accentuated your curves; eyes; ass; lips. Any and every aspect.

"Ok, ok, ok. Here. You'll like this one! Hold on ..." You found the pleated mini skirt slipped your legs through it and turned your back to Gojo to zip it up for you. "Welllll? Pretty, right?"

He looked up at you with no expression. "Nice choice of words. Really, really nice."

"You don't think I'm pretty in th–"

"Why do you keep saying that word? Pretty pretty pretty. Enough already. My god." He threw himself back on the bed and sighed.

You sat down on the bed, folding your legs beneath you."Y'know, Satoru, Baby. You're pretty, too." You began rubbing his thigh. He lifted his head a little and looked you in the eye.

"I'm – ya think? I'm pretty, too?" He moved up a bit more and propped himself on his elbows. "W–what about me is pretty?" What the hell is going on? Satoru Gojo was nothing, if not overly confident. The man never needed reassurance. He was his biggest supporter. His own #1. King of his castle.

"Oh, geez, where do I start! You're sooo tall. You just tower over me and make me feel so little. And ... and safe! You make me feel safe all the time." You massaged his leg with a bit more pressure.

"Bah, everyone knows I'm tall. Try again."

"Your hair is like the clouds in the sky, or, or the snow! And I love how soft and white and fluffy it is. So unique. So soft. I love how you let me wrap my fingers in it and pull your head between my legs. Your pretty face is the only one allowed there, Gojo."

"I, I do have nice hair. That's that a little better. Keep going." Your hand moved to the very top of his thigh. "And whatever you're doing here, I'm not in the mood. So don't get your hopes up, y/n."

"Of course, my pretty boy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, ok. Your eyes are like ... like diamonds! All sparkly and bright when they light up whenever you talk about something interesting to you. You're so beautiful!"

You threw your left leg over his hips to straddle him, and you leaned over to put your face next to his. "And your cock. You've got the nicest cock I've ever seen. It's so long and thick. It feels so, so good when you're pounding into me." You shivered. Half out of excitement for talking about his cock when it was just beneath you and half to shake Gojo out of whatever slump he'd found himself in.

"Yeah, You do love my cock, y/n."

"Mmhmm! It feels so good when you tease me with it. When you just put your fat tip in me. It drives me cray-zee!" You ground your barely covered cunt on him when you broke the word 'crazy' syllables apart into two. "Fuck, 'Toru. Please tell me what's wrong?"

He lifted his hands and put them on your exposed thighs and gave them a hard squeeze.

"I, ah fuck. Idon'tfeelprettytoday! There! Are you happy now? I. Don't. Feel. Pretty. Today. All spelled out for you. Shit."

Your eyes glazed over, and you tilted your head as you looked at one of the most beautiful people you've ever had the pleasure of looking at.

"YOU, SATORU FUCKING GOJO, DON'T FEEL PRETTY? My beautiful baby boy. You are the prettiest, most sexy person I know. Tell me ... how can I fix this for you. Because I won't sit by for another second and not take action while you're feeling this way. What do you want? Anything. I'll do anything for you."

He smiled. So small that anyone else would've missed it. But you saw it begin to spread over his pouty lips. His eyes gradually trailed over to the strap-on harness hanging from the chaise lounge in front of the window. He ran his hands up under your skirt and snapped the thong on your sensitive skin. When you jumped and said ow, you swear you felt his cock move just a little. He's feeling better.

"Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you feel real pretty, hm? Well, why didn't ya just say so from the start, my beautiful princess." You kissed him on his nose and climbed off of him to get the harness.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Satoru? What is it?"

"Can I, uhm. Can I, ahhh, can I have a drink, too? Before we ... ahem. You know."

You stopped your warm-up thrusting into the air with the navy blue dildo attached to your hips. "Gojo. Are you ... are you nervous? Baby, we've done this a thousand times before. What's different about this time?"

You started jerking off the fake cock that stood fully hard before you. Something ... something about it just felt good. You didn't know if it was the shy pink color Gojo had turned. Whether it was his hesitancy about letting you proceed to fuck him in the ass. You were getting wet, though.

"No! No, nothing's different. I'm not nervous. Nervous? Me? Ha ha, no. You're hilarious."

"Satoru, don't lie. Do not lie to me. If there's something on your mind, just say it. Otherwise, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before." You were coming off as a little too invested in this. Too excited to jam him full of your 'cock.' Not that you aren't generally excited to peg him. But today was so difficult to pinpoint the energy of the space. Something was off and it was making your heart race and your pussy drip.

"Ok, ok. I'm a little nervous. Is that a problem?" He was starting to lose his edge. The more you tried to coax him out, the more he was willing to submit to you.

"Baby. I promise I'll make you feel so good. You'll forget all about your problems, yeah? Let me ... do this for you." What the fuck had come over you, talking like some sleazy asshole predator in a dive bar. But it was too late. You were into it.

"I have an idea, 'Toru. Stay right there, ok?" He nodded nervously. You went into the walk-in closet and found some of his clothes to put on.

You took off your crop top and skirt and slipped into one of his black t-shirts and black pants. The pants had to be a pair of his ankle pants because he's so much taller than you. But you made it work. He had a rack of sunglasses from which you picked a random pair. They were all sexy.

One last thing before you stepped back out in the room; you plugged the dildo into place and made your grand entrance.

"Ta-da!"

Gojo was sitting on the bed in the same position you'd left him in.

"Y/n, I–"

"Shhh. Now. I want ... you to," you pulled one of your new bras out of a bag and ripped the price tag off with your teeth. Tossing it in his face, "I want you to wear this. And this." He caught the garter belt in his hand and studied it for a moment.

"Y/n, I, I know how to take these off, but I have no idea how they go on."

"That's ok. I can help. Lay down, pretty boy. C'mon. Put your head up here. Ok, good. Now, let's get your panties on, shall we?"

Gojo looked at you like this was his first time. Technically, you've both never gone so far as to wear each other's clothes. But you were hell-bent on making him feel better. And if that meant stuffing all of him into cute little panties, so be it.

You grabbed a pair of black, lacy cheekies and gently rolled them up his legs. He lifted his hips when you tugged them over his ass. They were snug.

"How does it feel, my precious Gojo?" You asked in a voice that was much deeper than your regular tone.

"F-fine, thanks." He was finally smiling.

"I'm gonna have to put a bra on you, too. Ok?"

"Y–yes."

You found one that matched the panties and brought it back to the bed.

"Arms, please." He complied. "Good boy."

You clasped the bra around his back and slid the straps up his arms. His pale, milky skin was starting to flush with embarrassment.

"How do you feel, Sweetie? Hmm?

"Like I'm pretty."

"You are. And, oh, look at that." You reached behind his neck and unclasped the bra.

"What, what is it? Am I not pretty enough in this?"

"No. Shush. You're perfect, but this has gotta go."

"Oh, ok." He was pouting.

"Because I don't think we need to use a bra today. You won't have much on your chest anyway." You folded the bra and tossed it on his nightstand.

"I don't have much on my chest." He laughed a little.

"Right. And, well, I mean. Unless I wanna play with these." You grabbed his nipples and twisted them between your fingers. "Then, yeah, you'd have a lot on your chest."

"Ah, fuck. Ok. Whatever. Do, do whatever you want." He winced, but you could see how much tighter the panties had gotten on him after you did that.

You smirked at him. "Oh! Baby, I know what I want. I've gotta put a skirt on you. Then we can play."

"A skirt? A skirt, y/n."

Once he was in nothing but the panties and the garter belt, you found the pleated skirt and held it open. "C'mere, lover. Let's shimmy you into this."

Gojo stood up and you helped him put his legs through. It was a short skirt and it rode up his hips so perfectly.

"Now, I'm going to have a seat on the bed. I want you to kneel between my legs. Do it for me, 'Toru. Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?"

"Y-yes."

You sat on the bed and spread your legs wide. The fake cock was sticking straight out, and the sight of him staring at it, eyes nearly begging for it, made your clit tingle.

"Look at how hard my cock is, Satoru. Mm. Come suck it."

Gojo dropped to his knees, almost instantly. "I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, y/n. What do I do?"

"You don't watch me? Just ... like you're trying to such a golf ball through a garden hose." He looked up at you wide-eyed.

"What?? I ... I can't –" You laughed.

"I'm kidding. Just do what you think would feel good to you. You'll figure it out." You brushed the hair from his forehead and lifted his face to yours to kiss him deeply before pushing him back down.

"Mm, thank you, y/n." He kissed the tip and sucked the entire head of the silicone cock into his mouth.

"So fucking sexy, Satoru. Yeah, good job, my sweet boy."

You ran the top of your foot under his balls, increasing the pressure and speed the more he got into sucking 'your cock.'

"Shit. Your mouth feels so good. Ah, that's my pretty little slut, suck it, yeah."

Gojo hummed and closed his eyes, and began taking the fake dick deeper and deeper into his throat.

"Ah, baby, you're taking me so fucking deep. So well. Goddamn it, I love you."

Gojo started to slide his hand up your thigh. As much as you wanted the roles to be reversed, you took his hand in yours and held it gently as he continued to move his mouth up and down on the fake cock.

"Are you getting wet for me, 'Toru? I bet you are. I bet your tight little hole wants me to fuck it, huh? You just say the word, my pretty."

"Nghhh," he mumbled, nodding.

"Use your words. Use them or I'm not fucking you. Do you want me to fuck you, 'Toru?"

He lifted his head from your dick and panted. "Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me, y/n. Ple‐please! I'm ready for you!"

You stood up and took his hand, guiding him to lay down on the bed.

"You're so cock drunk, it's beautiful."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Lay down, gorgeous. On your back or hands and knees?"

"I, I don't know. You pick."

"Let's go with on your back. It's not the first time you've taken something big."

"Yes ma'am," he said as he lay back on the plush, scattered pillows.

The skirt was so short that it was pulled up just a few inches. His cock was strained behind the panties, pre-cum wetting the front of them.

You lay between his legs with your hips pressed into his. Rubbing the cock you wore into his, eliciting low moans from deep within his throat.

"F–fuck, baby. That, that feels so fucking good." He growled.

"Do you want me to eat you out? Before I fuck you. Would you like that, Sweetie? Do you want my tongue on your pretty hole?"

"Oh my –" he swallowed hard "oh my god, yes, y/n."

"Ok then. I'm going to have to lift your hips." You slid a pillow underneath his hips.

"Hold the skirt for me, ok, baby?"

"Ok." He nodded.

He lifted his hands and grabbed the skirt by the neatly sewn hem, bunching it up around his waist. "Is this ok?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Perfect."

You hooked your thumbs on the side of the panties and pulled them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, leaking, red, and angry. You took it in your hand and squeezed him tightly.

"Oh! Oh fffuck." He said through a clenched jaw. Throwing his head back in to the pillows he bucked his hips forward. "J–could you, would you please lick me? I swear, just this once while we do this. Just one time ..."

You examined him. His thighs tremble as you breathe heavily on his veined length. You stuck your tongue out and left it just a couple of inches from his needy head.

He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged it across the part of your hot tongue that was the closest to him.

"Fuck, 'Toru. What did I tell you? Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

"Your tongue was out! It was right there! I ... I thought ..." He looked sad.

"I'll give you one pass, but if you disobey me again, I'm gonna have to put all of this stuff away for another day, ok? And I don't think that would make either of us very happy. Do you?"

He shook his head so hard it made his hair bounce on his forehead.

"That's my good boy. Now, where was I?"

You dipped your head and licked his puckered hole.

"Oh god."

"Shhh. Be a good boy and just try not to cum. If you do, you're going to be in big trouble."

He nodded and bit his lower lip.

You circled your tongue around his tight little hole, then pushed it in.

"Ngh, fffuuuckkkk. Ahh!"

"That's my good boy. You're so wet for me. So tight." You pressed your fingers to his hole and felt him relax against them.

"Please. Please, fuck me. I'm ready. Fuck, please."

"Mmm, I don't know. Are you sure you're ready?" You pushed two fingers in and felt his muscles tighten and pull.

"Yes! Yes, y/n, I'm ready! P-p-please." He begged.

"Ok, my gorgeous, sweet boy. You stay right where you are. I'm going to grab something really quick. And 'Toru?"

"Huh? What?"

"No touching while I'm gone. Understand?"

"Y–yes. I got it. No touching."

"Good." You stood up and went into the bathroom to find the bottle of lube.

When you walked back out, he was touching himself. His hand slowly pumped up and down on his cock. It was slow, but still, he was touching himself.

"Hey! What did I just say?"

"I, I'm sorry, y/n. I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself."

"Uh-uh. You know the rules."

"Shit! I'm sorry! What're you gonna do? Please don't put everything away!" He cried. He was so hard it looked painful. You couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

"I s'pose I should take some responsibility for you groping yourself. I shouldn't have left you. Ok, it's ok, Baby." You walked over to him and kissed his forehead.

"Y-you're not mad?"

"No. Of course not. I would never be mad at you. Well, ok, I might. But you're so fuckin' hard right now. Almost as hard as this thing." You slapped the dildo and he grimaced and jumped. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do that to you."

He relaxed as you poured lube over the navy blue cock. You spread it around, jerking the slick length, and Gojo watched intently.

"You ready, Satoru?"

"Yes. Please, fuck me, y/n."

You climbed on the bed and kissed him softly.

"Good." You pushed the tip into him and he groaned out in pleasure.

"Fuckfuckfuck, oh god, nngh!"

"You're being so good for me, baby. So perfect. My perfect, precious boy."

"I love you." He said with star-shaped pupils. His blue eyes glassy with tears.

"I know." You replied as you geared up to go deeper.

You pushed further and further in. Gojo was biting his bottom lip so hard you thought it might bleed, so you kissed him to give his bottom lip a break. Sliding in more until you were fully immersed in his tight ass.

"Fuck, baby, I'm in all the way. God, you feel amazing."

"Ah, fuck. Nggghh," he moaned. "Feels ... good."

"Yeah? Tell me, how good does it feel when I fuck you?"

"Nnghh, feels so ... so ..."

"I wanna hear you say it, Baby."

"Makes me feel pretty."

"It does, yeah? Good. Because you are. You're so pretty it makes me crazy for you."

You pumped in and out of him as you felt his cock jerking against your belly. He would raise his hips so you could hit him deeper.

"Hmm – y/n, y–, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Not yet."

"But ... but I'm gonna — oh FUCK!"

"I said, not yet. Do not cum, Satoru."

"Please, fuck," He whined. His voice cracking from the strain of holding his orgasm back.

"Such a good boy. Fuck, yeah. So close, aren't you, baby." You started fucking him faster than he knew what to do with. His body was so tense. His cock was pulsating against your abdomen. You wanted so badly for him to fuck you, but this wasn't about you. This was for him.

"I can't! I can't stop it. Oh god. I'm gonna fucking cum. Y/n, shit!"

"Not until I tell you, pretty boy. You're still my pretty baby boy, aren't you, 'Toru? "

"Fuck, yes! Yes! I'm your pre–gahh–pretty baby ... boy! Please, I'm gonna die!"

"Ok. Cum." You said so casually, like you asked if he was done with the section of newspaper you wanted.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh, fuccccckkkk, oh god, I'm – I'm, cumming, fuck, ffuckk!"

His body shuddered as ropes of his thick, hot seed painted your belly and his.

You grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed out the last drops as he shook beneath you.

"Say it." You demanded.

"I'm the prettiest one of all!"

"Damn right, you are."