#limefics

Could it be a present? 

While you’re busy putting on another dress to show him, Gojo sneakily makes his way over to the pile and opens up that pretty little bag. What he finds inside delights him. 

Underneath the layers of tissue paper lay a lacy, pink set of lingerie, woven with the most dainty little flowers. He laughs out loud when he sees it, imagining you wearing it for him later that night. 

When he hears your footsteps he quietly tucks the lingerie back into the bag, but he can barely contain himself and has to cover his mouth to hide his smile. 

So later that night, he waits as you finish up in the bathroom, lying all suggestively on the bed with a hand tucked behind his head and a grin on his face.

The door opens up, and at first his view of you is hidden by clouds of steam from the shower. Then, you emerge from the fog like an angel, dressed in–

An oversized T-shirt and a pair of his sweats? 

You’re brushing your teeth and staring confusedly at your husband, wondering why he’s lying in this candle lit room in nothing but his boxers. 

“Toru…what’s all this?” you ask through a mouthful of toothpaste. 

Gojo quickly recovers from his confusion. “What? Can’t a man romance his wife?” 

After a minute of debating whether he’s really serious or not, you shrug, spit out your toothpaste, then join him on the bed for a good dick down. 

Step 2- Discover Her Secret Lingerie Collection In The Back Of Her Drawer

That lingerie set’s been in the back of Gojo’s mind ever since he first spotted it, but you haven’t brought it up so neither has he.

It could’ve been an impulse buy, something that initially caught your eye but you later regretted. Maybe it didn’t fit. Maybe you returned it. 

Gojo’s in the bedroom folding up clothes while he thinks this over, and then, like the universe can hear his thoughts, he spots something in the back of your underwear drawer.

Among the monochrome assortment of panties and bras, a flicker of color.

He just has to see what could be hiding back there...

A red, chiffon slip dress, trimmed with little lace hearts. 

But that’s not all. The deeper back Gojo looks into the drawer, the more he finds. 

Sets with thin camisole tops and flowy little shorts that’d perfectly hug the swell of your ass. 

Sheer, soft colored bodysuits. 

He’s not even sure how half of them are worn, but his favorite is a crotchless, light blue babydoll set the same color as his eyes. 

And everything is decorated in lace, lace, lace.

Lace bows, lace straps, lace flowers, lace trim–lace everything. In every shape and form, and in every color of the rainbow. 

How has he never seen any of these before…and how does he get you to start wearing them?

Step 3- Start Hinting Towards It In Conversations 

Gojo’s been wondering how to bring up the topic of the lingerie without admitting that he’s been snooping through your stuff. Sure, it was an accident, but any hint that he knows your secret might embarrass you and make you even more reluctant to wear them for him. 

But the perfect opportunity arises when he sees you in a pink sweater that’s the same shade as that first set of lingerie he saw. 

It’s something you rarely wear, a scratchy turtleneck that’s been sitting in the back of your closet for months. You've been debating whether or not to throw it out for a while now. 

When Gojo spots you in it his eyes light up and he wraps your waist in a hug from behind. 

“I like that sweater,” he says grinning against your ear. 

“Really?” You look down at the ugly thing you’ve got on. “I only put it on because it’s cold.”

“Yes, really. I really, really like it. Especially that color….”

“Oh. Well…thank you,” you respond, although you’re seriously judging your husband's fashion taste. 

Then, five minutes after the conversation has ended, Gojo brings it up again. “I told you I love that color on you, right?”

“Yeah, you told me…literally five minutes ago.”

Gojo smiles. “Because it’s true. I love it.” 

And you give him a confused little nod, because the sweater was about to go right to the donation center. But since he likes it so much, maybe you’ll keep it. 

In Gojo’s mind, complimenting the color of the sweater should translate to any other articles of clothing you have in that color. And once you connect the dots you’ll wear the lingerie for him.

Throughout the week he starts making even more puzzling, random comments.

“Put a finger down if you’ve ever hidden something from your husband.”  

“Have you ever wanted to wear underwear but like, fancier?”

“Wouldn’t it be crazy if we had sex while wearing clothes?”

But either you’re ignoring all of his hints or you really don’t understand what he means, because you haven’t been entertaining these remarks of his. So now he has to bring out one last trick.  

Step 4- Give Her Insane Amounts of Money Everytime She Goes Shopping

Gojo’s been practically begging you to go out shopping all week long, and you’ve finally finally agreed to go, although you don’t understand why he’s pushing so hard for it. 

“Fine, if you want me out of the house that bad…” you sigh as you grab your keys. 

“No, it’s not that. I’m coming with you.” 

Gojo takes you to an outdoor mall, and it’s a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining, the birds are singing. The perfect setup for people to make impulsive purchases. 

The whole trip Gojo’s on his best behavior, waiting patiently for you to browse through store after store, giving you his opinions as you try on different outfits. He doesn’t complain. He doesn’t even try to get you to stop at the food court so he can sample all of the desserts. 

Something else a bit…sweeter is on his mind. The thought of you using his card to buy yourself some more lingerie. 

Pretending it’s accidental, Gojo guides you towards one store in particular(one he knows sells lingerie), pointing out some random robe he sees in the storefront window.

“This one next!” 

You hesitate to go inside. “Are you sure?” 

Gojo nods. “Yes. I’m sure. It looks like your kind of place.”

You don’t move an inch, and Gojo smiles, thinking he knows the problem. ‘Of course she wouldn’t want me to follow her around when she buys lingerie! It’ll ruin the surprise.”

So Gojo just pulls out his card and hands it to you. “I’ll be over at the food court. Get yourself something… special.”

He gives you this little smirk that you have no idea what he means by, and he chuckles as he turns on his heel to walk away. 

While he enjoys something sweet in the food court he see a message from you asking if he’s getting tired and wants to leave soon. He just types back, “Nope. Take your time, sweetheart ;)"

And sends you an extra $100 dollars, because why not?

Surely you’ll get the hint. 

Step 5- Get Caught Jerking Off To Her Lingerie

It’s now been officially a week and a half since Gojo first found that lingerie in your shopping bag. But despite all his efforts, you still have no idea what he’s trying to hint at. The only thing he’s accomplished is making you think he’s lost his mind.  

The thought of you all dressed up in one of those lacy sets has been torturing him for a while now, so today, when you’re out shopping, Gojo can’t help but shove open your underwear drawer, pull out the first lingerie set he sees, and stuff it up to his nose. 

It smells like fresh laundry detergent rather than your scent and that disappoints him a bit but…the fact that it smells like laundry must mean you’ve worn it recently. And if you’ve worn it recently it means this fabric was all pressed up against your skin…

The hand that’s not holding onto the lingerie pulls out his aching cock, and he closes his eyes and jerks his fist to the thought of you. How you’d look splayed out underneath him on the bed, all decked out in soft, pretty lace. 

How he’d caress you through the dainty fabric and feast his eyes on the sight of you all wrapped up for him like his own personal present. 

Gojo jerks himself harder as the scene in his mind becomes more and more clear. He can practically feel the warmth of your skin. Taste the sweetness of your lips. Hear you moaning and and whining and–

“Toru?” 

There you are, standing in the doorway and watching your husband in shock. He quickly whips around to face you, looking surprised–but not the least bit guilty.

“I thought you–fuck–left to go shopping.”

“I was about to… but I forgot my coat…” Your explanation dies down and your confusion increases as you see what’s stuffed into your husband's fist near his face. 

A flash of light pink lace… it’s that set you bought last week! 

He’s sniffing it and crushing it in his grasp. Ramming his hand down onto his cock and making obscene moans, all while keeping eye contact with you.

“Is that my–”

“Yes, " he answers quickly.  “Why–why did you hide them from me, baby?”

It’s impossible for you to formulate a coherent sentence while watching the filthy sight unfolding before you. Your husband looking all crestfallen and hurt and furiously fucking his poor flushed dick. 

But if you had the words to explain you’d tell him that you weren’t hiding them, exactly. Most of your lingerie has been gifted to you by your friends. You’d only recently bought that little pink set on your own. Several times you debated surprising Gojo by wearing them one night, but you were too embarrassed to actually go through with it. So you were satisfied by just owning some pretty pieces of clothing to wear for yourself in the mirror every now and then. You never thought your husband would react like this.

“Wear it for me, please,” Gojo begs. And you can’t deny him when he’s asking like this. 

As you go over to him to reach out to pry the lingerie from his grasp, he quickly shakes his head. “No, no. The crotchless blue ones.” 

You raise a brow, because how would he know about that pair? Gojo just gives you a shy smile and watches as you open your dresser and take out that light blue set that matches his eyes. 

You can feel his heated gaze still on you as you slip your clothes off and take your time stepping into the dress. 

When you turn towards Gojo and he gets the full sight of you, his hips stutter and he almost cums right then and there. 

“Fuck–you look beautiful,” he breathes. 

The lingerie in his hand is forgotten and tossed to the floor as he sinks down to his knees and grabs your hips. His lips kiss at the soft flesh between your thighs before he’s parting them and watching as wetness drips from your swollen pussylips. 

“So wet for me,” he whispers, his warm breath ghosting over your clit and making you shiver. “Liked watching me jerk off, huh?”

Your husband nuzzles his nose towards the scent of you and and moans deeply, then he nudges two fingers inside your hole and licks a long stripe up to your clit. He starts sucking and licking and thrusting those fingers in and out of you. Then he’ll pull the fingers completely out and suck your wetness from them before shoving them right back in.

It's like seeing you wearing lingerie gave him some newfound vigor, because he's lapping and sucking you like a man starved. Like he'll die if he stops. And he's intent on showing you that with every motion of his mouth and hands.

When he pulls his head away for a fraction of a second to gulp up some air, you grasp his hair and pull him right back to you. “Keep going, Toru–I’m close,” you huff as you cling to the white strands of his hair for purchase. 

 Gojo obliges, grinning and mumbling about what a ‘needy little thing you are’, and yet he’s the one moaning and bucking his hips into nothing, already pussydrunk from tasting you for a few minutes. 

His hand gripping your hip moves back to your ass so he can push you even closer. And with this new sensation of being all pressed up against his face, you’re cumming, moaning and yanking hard on his hair in a way that he seems to like. 

He finger fucks you through the last waves of his orgasm, then rises to his feet and carries you over to bed. 

Gojo yanks his clothes off and hovers above you with arms on each side. And his eyes widen as he fully drinks in the sight of you laying down before him. Just like he imagined. But better.

 But he’s not moving. He’s not even breathing. 

And this is what you were worried about. Him seeing you like this and not liking it. Your hands instinctively move up to cover yourself but–

“No, sweetheart. Don't cover yourself. I want to see you.” 

Gojo gently moves your hands away, and his own start to roam over you, caressing your body and rubbing you through the material of the lingerie. It’s almost teasing, to have you so covered yet still so exposed. To have you in something only he will see. 

And then he’s kissing you, all hungry and hot and wet, while grinding his dick back and forth through your folds. 

“Toru, put it inside,” you're whining. 

He does, with one, deep thrust that has you gasping and arching your back. He sits inside of you for a bit, allowing you to adjust to the size of him.

“You take me so well, pretty girl,” he murmurs against you. 

And tonight your husband doesn’t fuck you, he makes love to you. All slow and gentle and passionate. Each thrust like a deep kiss into your body. Each touch of his hands tender, adoring graze. Like you might break if he holds you too hard.

The whole time he's whispering and murmuring praises, about how good you feel about how beautiful you look. Rambling a whole mess of words like he's not even aware of what he's saying.

He slides his dick alllll the way in, rolling his hips and rubbing over all your most sensitive spots. And then he dragggs himself out, his veins massaging your walls. 

His thumb travels down to swipe at your clit and it’s all too much–his mouth at your neck, his cock stuffing you full, and his thumb just gently circling until you finally finish and cry out his name. 

And Gojo’s close, too, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering shut but fighting to stay open so he can keep watching you. His hips pull back and you know the second he thrusts into you again he’s going to cum, but you never feel the warm spurts of his release.

Instead, he pulls his dick out completely and aligns it with your stomach, finally shooting his hot ropes of cum all over your belly. He watches in fascination as the sheer blue material darkens in color and clings to your skin, and he starts thrusting his dick back and forth through his own release and spreading it all over your chest. 

You scoff in disbelief when he’s finished, but he stares down at the mess he’s made like it’s a piece of art. 

“W-what the fuck, Satoru? You know I can’t wear this anymore, right?”

Gojo wipes the frown away from your face with a gentle stroke against your cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a thousand more of these sets, baby.” 

Gripping the counter, Choso presses his hips forward and rubs his aching dick on the wood for some form of relief.

Maybe you didn’t mean to say it like that. Maybe you weren’t thinking. 

Still, Choso’s cock gives a hard throb as the words you said replay over and over in his mind. 

Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.

Even more hungry for friction, Choso starts bucking up against the counter, dragging himself back and forth. So sensitive that every little movement makes his dick twitch. He tries pushing himself up to the wood as close as he can through the layers of his clothes. It’s not enough.

Choso moves a fraction away from the counter and looks down at the large tent he’s created in his pants. Shit, it’s so obvious. He slightly pulls his pants forward to see himself more clearly—his dick is already fully hard, flushed dark, and there’s a heavy amount of pre leaking a wet spot into the fabric of his boxers. 

Just barely, Choso runs his thumb across the length of him, swirling his finger over the swollen head. The slight contact on his tip makes him take in a shaky inhale. More pre drips onto his fingers as he juts his hips forward in an involuntary thrust. 

“Fuck—” 

There’s no way his erection is going down on its own. 

He glances over at you and where you lie on the couch. Phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly. You’re a good distance away. Far enough not to notice if he starts to jerk off. And besides, he’ll be quick. Quiet.  

Choso wraps his hand fully around his cock and immediately closes his eyes and sighs. He pumps himself slowly, just once, from base to tip. The relief he feels is immediate. 

“You alright, Cho?” 

The sudden sound of your voice makes his breath hitch, and he cranes his head to the side to give you a half-lidded glance. “Y-yeah—m’fine”

His voice sounds more uneven than usual, but you ignore it. 

 “Okayyy. I still need my water, though. I’m dying over here.” You add in a few fake coughs to really emphasize your point.

“Mhmm—” Choso’s eyes flutter shut again as he tightens his grip on himself, and starts stroking himself at a steady pace. 

From where you sit on the couch, you can just barely make out the flush on his cheeks and his shuddering breaths. You misinterpret his state as being one of discomfort. 

“Ohhh…is this about that thing I said earlier? I didn’t mean it in a weird way. It’s a joke, like, ‘thank you for bringing me the water, you’re such a good boy’,y’know?” 

Choso actually whimpers at that–one you definitely hear–as his dick throbs hard in his hand. He increases his pace. Tightens his grip. Faster, harder. Eyes clenched, brows knit together, and head thrown back, he absolutely rams his fist down on his cock. You're still talking to him, trying to explain the meaning of your words, but he can’t even hear you. 

Again. You said it again. He’s absolutely losing his mind. 

“F-fuck, I’ll be your good boy—I’ll be so good for you —I promise.” Choso murmurs to himself as he furiously fucks into his fist. “I'll do— mmh!—anything you want me to.”

As he strokes himself Choso can’t help but let out little whimpers and desperate moans and deep sighs. He’s not worried about being quiet anymore. His mind is too lost in the thought of you. 

Choso whispers out unintelligible dirty little things. He lets the wet schlick, schlick, schlicks of his balls smacking his hand echo loudly through the room. Ruts his hips up into his fist, all the pre he’s leaking out making him slide across his length with ease–

Before he even realizes how worked up he is, Choso’s cumming, spilling a thick, wet load into his boxers. He moans loudly as he pumps himself through his orgasm, cumming so much that a dark spot starts to seep through his pants.

“I’m your good boy—only yours,” he repeats through his orgasm. 

Chest heaving and cheeks flushed dark, Choso continues to stroke out the last ropes of his cum into his underwear. He gives a few lazy bucks until he’s all dry, then tugs his hand out and shakily leans on the counter. 

Brain all dazed and fuzzy from his orgasm, cock still sensitive, Choso squints his eyes open to adjust to the dim light. 

…Why did he come into the kitchen again? Oh, right. For your water.