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“So, how do I look?”
You take a moment to really look at him, soaking in the sight of the white haired man sitting on the bed in front of you. His legs are crossed, flaunting the fishnet tights that cover the skin on his calves and thighs. His torso is covered in a slick black bodysuit, the material exposing his ass and chest. The sweet little cherry on top however, is the bunny ears that stem from the headband tucked into his tousled hair.
He uncrosses his legs, and you lay eyes on his erection pushing against the material covering his crotch.
“Are you turned on by yourself?”
“Well who wouldn’t be, just look at me” He grins, “You can’t confidently tell me, that this outfit doesn’t make you want to fuck me.”
Honestly, you couldn’t tell him that. Not truthfully at least. The tight bodysuit flattered his lean yet toned figure in a way that made you feel hot with arousal. And his stupid expression, that fucking expression, full of smugness and confidence. You just wanted to wipe it clean off, replacing it with one of pure bliss and overstimulation. His eyes glimmer, taunting you with the possibility of him completely submitting to you and your body. Letting you take control for the night, and fucking him until he couldn’t breathe.
“Why are you staring?”, he teases, “Do I look like that much of a slut?”
He leans forward, batting his white eyelashes, trying to draw a flustered response out of you.
You move closer towards him, extending your hand to tilt his chin up, forcing his face to meet yours. His skin is warm to the touch, eager and ready for you.
“Yeah, you do look like a slut” His blue eyes gaze into your own with an issued challenge.
“So fuck me like I am one”, he whispers.
Your fingers trace over his bulge, ghosting the fabric. Keeping his head tilted up to face you, you listen to his breath hitch. While you lightly rub his cock through the bodysuit material, his eyelids flutter shut.
He begins to breathe heavier, letting his head fall back from your hand.
Grabbing a hold of his face, you stop jerking him off.
“Keep your eyes on me”, you command.
He smiles at your dominating tone, “Someone’s getting bold.”
Even though he felt the need to throw in a brazen remark, he follows your instruction, maintaining eye contact with you as you put your hand back onto his erection.
As you start to rub him once more through the fabric, you can feel his dick twitch. Once his hips start to stutter up into your hand, you pull away, leaving him looking at you with frustration.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You were going to make this lovely outfit dirty...” You smile and caress his face, “Guess we’ll just have to take you out of it then.”
He grins smugly, “Are you asking me to strip?”
“Maybe.”
“You want to see me naked that badly? I didn’t think you’d be so desperate.”
Brushing your thumb on his cheek you sigh, “Shut up and undress yourself.”
Before taking the suit off, he slowly caresses his body, keeping eye contact with you. His hand will occasionally rub his hardness beneath the fabric, but he mostly strokes the rest of his skin, an active attempt to tease you. Whatever he’s doing is working however, as you can feel your underwear dampen. He slowly starts to unzip the suit, letting it fall to expose his bare chest underneath.
“Putting on a show?”
He winks, completely removing the fabric.
“You know I always do.”
Without the bodysuit, all that’s left is his dick pressed up against the fishnets. When he releases his cock from the tights, you can see it hit his stomach, smearing precum onto his abdomen.
He sits on the bed with a longing look in his eyes, awaiting your next order. Luckily, you have it ready.
“Touch yourself.”
“Gladly”, he grins.
As he slowly starts to palm himself he lets out a shaky breath. He runs his fingers up and down his cock, playing with the tip gently while you watch him.
His head falls back, breaking the eye contact between you once again, as he lets out a soft moan.
He’s deliberately taking his time getting himself off, determined to fully show you how dirty he could be.
He truly does look like a slut. His body is bare aside from the bunny ears, collar, and the fabric cuffs around his wrists. Eyes shut in concentration and euphoria, he’s gorgeous. With his hand moving up and down his length, he tries to delay his orgasm.
“Y’know..”, he huffs, “I would enjoy it a lot more if I got to actually finish inside you.”
“Too good for your own hand?”
“Only when it comes to you.”
His fleeting proposal of dominating you is cut short however, as he suddenly releases onto his bare chest.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Look at that, you’ve made quite the mess on yourself.”
Smiling, you ask, “Need some help cleaning it off?”
He smiles back, nodding his head. You get to your knees in front of him, and start licking the cum off his skin. He twitches when your tongue first makes contact with his stomach, tracing up his torso. Lapping up the remainder off of his dick, you can hear his breathing get shallow.
“Don’t taunt me like that”, he says shakily.
Once he’s all clean, you get up to meet his lips for a kiss. He whines when your tongue enters his mouth, and you can feel his hand move down to wrap around his cock. When he starts to stroke it you pull away from him, and restrict his wrist.
“Well, someone's needy..”
“If you’re not going to fuck me, I can damn well do it myself.”
“Poor thing.”
He lets out a frustrated whine as you turn your back to him.
“Sit here and be a good boy while I get a few things, okay?”
Nodding his head, he stays put on the bed, while you venture into your closet.
After retrieving what you need, you show him what you’ve grabbed.
“If I'm being honest, I would have preferred a different color.”
He’s referring to the purple dildo in your hand, eyeing it, as well as you, with caution.
“Lie down for me”
Complying, he lies down on the bed, and sticks his hips in the air. He wiggles them slightly, teasing you playfully.
His carefree attitude is thrown away however, as you start to lube him up. Gojo lets out a sharp inhale as he starts to feel one of your slick fingers start to enter his tight ass. After he’s squirming enough, you put in a second finger, slowly stretching and preparing his hole for you.
Unable to resist the temptation to hear more whimpers come out of his mouth, you start to thrust your fingers in and out of his ass. His pale back arches, and he grips the soft material of the bedsheets, as you hit his prostate.
More whimpers leave his lips as you give his ass a gentle slap. He’s fucking himself onto your fingers now, desperately searching for release.
His body shudders when his cum spills onto the sheets.
“Shit”, he groans.
Looking at the trembling man beneath you, you coo, “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“Fuck you.”
Picking up the strap on, you lie down and start to insert one end into yourself. Gojo watches impatiently, yearning to feel you inside him. He whimpers as you let out contented sighs, the dildo filling you up just right. Patting your lap, you gesture for him to get on top of you.
He’s about to put the strap into his tight hole when you halt him.
“Suck it a little first”
In a hurry to get fucked, he positions himself in front of the dildo. He starts licking up the sides, not stopping until saliva has fully covered its length. Once he suffices it’s wet enough, he takes it into his mouth, inch by inch. Gojo has no shame, letting the strap on repeatedly hit his throat until he’s gagging, tears pricking at his long white lashes. You watch his head bow up and down, desperately trying to get your permission and approval.
“Good boy, that’s enough”, you hum.
You pull his mouth off, admiring the strings of spit that connect from his tongue to the dildo.
“I’m going to need you to use those strong legs of yours to ride me, okay?”
His blue eyes spark with excitement, enthused to be able to have the satisfaction of another orgasm.
As you guide the strap into his hole, he curses, feeling the full length and width bottom out inside him.
He starts to grind down his hips, struggling to move his legs at the proper angle. Deciding to help him out, you thrust up to hit his sensitive spot, aiding him in his pursuit of pleasure.
The tip of his dick is flushed and leaking with precum, his body practically begging to be used.
When your fingers graze his nipples, his back arches suddenly, and a stifled cry fills the room.
“Something wrong?”, you tease.
He doesn’t even bother with a comeback, his body too overwhelmed with the strap on dragging across his walls.
With each bounce on your length, the bunny ears on his headband flop and shake.
Gojo knows just how lewd he looks, as he makes a conscious effort to show the pleasure he’s receiving through his facial expression, truly leaning into the submissive role.
Choked sounds fall from his lips as he cums onto his stomach for the second time that night. His eyes roll back as he shakes on top of your thighs.
You smile at his exaggerated look, saying, “You really have to do the most every time, don’t you?”
He lets out a shallow laugh, still out of breath from his orgasm.
“I’m just trying to fit the part”
“If you really want to do that, then lie down ass up on the bed for me”
His eyes widen, “But I just-”
Stroking his cheek, you whisper, “Now, please”
He whimpers, but does what he’s told, climbing off of you and getting on his hands and knees.
After getting behind him, you start to slide the dildo in once more.
“Take it easy please”, he pleads.
You laugh, knowing full well his request has fallen on deaf ears.
“Oh really? I thought you liked it rough..”
Once you start thrusting into him, he quickly muffles a moan into the mattress. His fists desperately grip the bed sheets, searching for stability. Arching his back, he brings his hips back to meet your own, each thrust from your pelvis met with the skin on the globes of his ass.
Soon after you start thrusting he releases his seed onto the bed. You can tell that by now he’s unable to hold out for very long, the relentless torturing of his prostate too much to handle.
You don’t allow him any rest however, and continue fucking him with force.
His knuckles have practically turned white from gripping the bed, and he begins to sob into the sheets. Even as he cries and begs for you to slow down, he rubs his cock against the bedding, desperate to feel more friction.
The shared strap feels good inside you as well, but you’re more heavily focused on Gojo’s pleasure and reactions. He’s only come four times, yet he’s close to being completely, and euphorically, fucked out.
His chest stutters with each choked hiccup, as you pound into him. After letting him dry his eyes onto the bed, you grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back, determined to let his tears stream down his face.
He moans and whines pathetically, reaching climax once again. Keeping up this process, you never give him a break, letting him reach completion repeatedly. By now, his cock is worn out and oozing onto the bed, the collar and cuffs that came with the bunny suit are damp with his sweat.
He looks like he’s almost in pain when he cums once more, with the way his body shudders, and his desperate cries as you fuck him.
With a firm grip on his white hair, you tug at his head, using him as a support while you thrust.
“Fuck fuck fuck, please, oh god”, he moans.
Panting like a bitch in heat, his bright blue eyes look glossy, wonderfully accompanying his rosy flushed face and cheeks.
“M’gonna cum again”, he mumbles, almost completely incapable of speaking.
You push deeper and harder, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth. Feeling his body twitch and shake, you can tell he’s on the brink of having his strongest climax of the night.
He moans loudly, white eyelashes heavy with thick tears. His tongue falls out of his mouth, spilling drool down his chin and onto the bed. Eyes rolling back in pure bliss, he’s unable to feel anything other than you fucking him silly, and the hard orgasm that fills his entire body with pure ecstasy.
Once he’s done, you slow down your thrusts to a final stop, eventually pulling out.
Limbs no longer able to support his position on all fours, he collapses onto the bed, and you watch his body spasm and tremble as he sobs into the sheets. You smooth the hair stuck to his forehead, and stroke his face, coaxing him down his high.
Referring to the sweat and cum that reside on his chest and body, you coo, “Look at you, such a little mess.”
After taking a few shallow breaths, he says, “You gonna use your tongue to clean me up?” His voice is hoarse, vocal chords obviously strained from the busy night.
You laugh, surprised he still has the ability to fight back.
“You wish.”
You head to the bathroom to wet a damp towel, and once you return to the bed he has his eyes shut.
“Are you seriously asleep?”, you ask.
“Yes.”
Shaking your head, you start to wipe off his chest. He sighs contentedly, more than happy to simply lay back and get taken care of by you.