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You glare at his backside covered in a periwinkle hoodie as you're leaned against the kitchen counter, your phone open and a bowl of uneaten cereal in your face. The young man, your longtime roommate and college starlit Gojo Satoru, turns to glare at you over his shoulder as he reaches up on top of the fridge with his stupid, tall self to get some cereal.

“Well, sorry. It ain’t my fault you’re standing in the way of my breakfast. Some of us got places to be.” He glares at you as he pops open the cabinet and digs through for his favorite Iron Man bowl...only to turn and find you eating out of it. He scowls at you, no doubt cussing you out in his head, but he doesn't bother doing anything to stop you.

That's a good representation of your relationship with your roomie and longtime childhood "frenemy". You aren't exactly friends, but you wouldn't say you're enemies either. You won't go out for coffee together or share your darkest secrets, but you also aren't plotting to murder each other while you sleep...yet. 

“So do I. Coffee with a girlfriend then Pilates and class. At least some of us have friends and live beyond school.” You purse your glossy lips at Gojo in a smirk as you shove a slow spoonful of cereal into your mouth, careful not to ruin your purple active set. 

Gojo's lips stretch into a frown as he quickly fills a plastic bag full of cereal and grabs a mini bottle of milk out of the fridge, no doubt about to eat on the road again. “FYI, princess, I do have friends. They’re just not self absorbed and got their noses stuck in Lululemon.” He cocks his head to the side with a smug smirk as you simmer at the horridly condescending nickname he gives you. “Don’t call me that. And none of us even buy Lululemon!” 

Gojo wryly chuckles, shrugging as he shoves his breakfast into his backpack where you see his keychain collection consisting of Marvel characters, anime, and a pass to the science museum. “Makes no difference to me. It’s still a waste of time. Now if you’ll excuse me, Ms. Popular, I have to go to class to get my education so I can graduate.” 

You give him the finger as he hurries to the door and leaves, the door satisfyingly clicking behind him as he takes his stupidly tall, nerdy self and hurries for class like a good student. “What an asshole,” you grumble. 

But even as you say this, you can't help but feel cold without his presence. He's an even bigger asshole for being so damn magnetic, that Gojo Satoru. Despite his nerdiness and awkwardness that you can feel a mile away, he isn't a typical college nerd. He is also sarcastic, witty, snarky, and always seems to know how to push your buttons. 

You have unfortunately known Gojo since you were in high school, witnessing the jocks bully him for his lanky stature and big brain. Though he has gotten taller and he has grown significantly in muscle mass—not that you've noticed or anything—, Gojo is still the same nerd he was back then, glasses and all. Why you ever decided to take his offer for a roommate on Craigslist is beyond you.

"Well, you're better than some weirdo who'll eat my leftovers and take a lock of my hair in my sleep," he muttered over coffee with you one day while you read over his contract and conditions. You both attend the same university, so why wouldn't you want to live with a college peer in an off-campus apartment? 

It is tiny, and cheap, and the hot water can be sparse sometimes, and other times, you have to bang the radiator to get the heat to work in the winter, but it's better than living in a dorm with a bunch of horny adolescents. Gojo doesn't get any action whatsoever and you? You may have your suitors, but you're more concerned with other goodies besides hookups. 

Knock-knock! Like clockwork, your date for this morning's festivities enters through the unlocked door, Shoko coming inside in a flurry of nicotine after a morning smoke. She gives you a wave and a grin as the door slams shut behind her. “Hey, sexy. Where’s Gojo at?” She looks around the room, searching for your roommate. 

“Went to class. Where else would that nerd be?” You roll your eyes as you finish off your cereal and deposit the bowl into the sink, rinsing it off with some hot water. Shoko watches, raising a knowing brow. “Still pretending like you don’t want his fine ass, huh? If you don’t, I’ll take him!” 

You let out a scoff-filled chuckle, turning to face your friend with a smirk. "Please. Satoru wouldn’t know that a pretty girl liked him if she hit him over the head…maybe with a book.” 

Despite Gojo's snarkiness and sarcasm that makes him stand out—in addition to his smarts and semi-good looks—, he has no idea how to act around women. He gets shy and awkward and his cheeks grow redder than ripe tomatoes. It is quite endearing, but also very sad. You can't imagine the last time Gojo ever had a proper date outside of high school while you're always coming and going out of your apartment with different guys.

Gojo doesn't talk about dating at all. He doesn't even talk about his job at the Daily Bogle. You know that he boxes on the side—oftentimes, you'll see him sporting a shiner or a fresh bruise that he tries to cover with a bandage or makeup. Sometimes, you wonder if you know your roommate at all, questioning his whereabouts late at night or wondering what he's up to as he rummages around in his bedroom, the floorboards creaking. 

But you don't question it. The last thing you want is him questioning you about your life outside of these four walls. 

Shoko hums in acknowledgement, shoving her hands into her sweats. “Ohhh, that's right: you're too busy chasin' after that spidey hottie. You still creamin' over him?" You glare at her, making her snort. "Ew," you scoff. "And I'm not chasing after anybody, especially Spider-Man. Besides, I haven't seen him in 2 weeks since the alleyway." 

Even as you say this, just the mention of the white-and-blue-clad superhero scurrying up skyscrapers makes your heart race and your stomach flutter. It's been about two weeks since Spider-Man, NYC's number one savior and the hottest superhero, saved your life one night after you came home from a "late night study session"....

Which was really just you drinking with friends at the bar until you grew restless from the college weekend activities. While leaving the bar in your leather boots and jacket, you were followed by two hoodie-clad thugs in an alleyway that you usually cut through as a shortcut...but that night, you regretted even entering it. "Stay away from me!" you hissed. "I'll spray you both in the face, assholes!" 

You were totally concerned by the two men, a brick wall against your back and your pepper spray in your hand. One of the thugs menacingly smiled, flashing his teeth at you. "Relax, cutie. We just want your bag." 

You clutched your designer purse to yourself, glaring. "And maybe somethin' else," the other chuckled, a devious glint in his eye. You didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out. "Stupid bitch. Don't you know not to walk down alleyways at night?" 

As he slipped a knife out of his pocket, a strange calm washed over you and you inhaled, already reaching towards your thigh for your own secret weapon...until you got some help. "I could ask you two dickheads the same thing," came an unfamiliarly silky voice. All three of you looked up, finding the silhouette of the familiar siper-hybrid superhero that you've seen on TV and TikTok so many times before. 

And whom you have encountered plenty of times during your secret nighttime activities. But he doesn't know that and he never will. 

Spider-Man, in his white suit embroidered with blue webs, lands perfectly in front of you from the rooftop, hitting a squat right in front of you. The thugs gape at him, astonished. "Holy shit! Y-You're the—"

"Friendly neighbor Spider-Man?" the vigilante chuckled through his mask, hands on his toned hips. "That, I am. But I doubt you'll be happy to meet me after I beat your ass." 

And in a flash, the vigilante was pushing you behind a dumpster where you watched in safety as he totally embarrassed the thugs with some hand-to-hand combat. He flew past bullets, clocks jaws, flips them this way and that with his impressive agility and jumping given to him by his spider-like abilities. He shot organic webs from his wrists, thick and sticky, that snatched up the thugs and wrapped them up back to back so they hung upside down from the rafters, groaning in pain. 

Once finished, Spider-Man whistles in exhaustion as he rises from a squatting pose on the pavement. He turned to you, somehow looking through his mask. "He's got a point: why are you walkin' down alleys at night anyway?" 

He offered you a hand but you refused it, still buzzed from the alcohol you consumed earlier. "None of your business," you huffed. "What are you, a Watchman too? Y'know, I was gonna thank you, but I take it back now." You began to walk away but stumbled, having to balance yourself against the wall. 

He suddenly stared at you for a moment and then he began to crack up, the reaction rendering you speechless. "Oooo, you are drunk," he sighed. "C'mon, let's getcha home, Y/N." He offered you his gloved hand again. You noticed then how big his hand was with long piano fingers. "How do you know my name?" you asked, confused. 

Spider-Man quickly searched for a reason, rubbing the back of his neck. You didn't know why that looked so familiar to you. "U-Uh...I-I've saved some kids around this campus before. You've gotten mentioned, Ms. Popular." You heard the smirk in his tone, teasing and easy, which made you laugh. 

You let the vigilante put an arm around you before he coaxed you to wrap your legs and arms around him. You did so, butterflies twirling in your gut at his muscles pushing through his suit and the smell of Old Spice sticking to him. "Hang on tight," he whispered before he was flying off with you attached to his body. 

Spider-Man took you on a swing through the city, letting you see the city lights and feel the wind in your hair. You witnessed a whole new world from up above, swinging from building to building as he shot webs from his wrists, humming to himself and checking in with you every couple of minutes. Finally, you made it back to your apartment and he dropped you off at your bedroom window at your request.

It was cracked just as you left it and Spider-Man helped you inside, possibly staring at your ass in your jeans as he did. "Thanks," you murmured once you were back inside, staring at him hanging upside down outside of your window from a tree. 

"Don't mention it," he said, his silky voice slightly muffled. "Just doin' my job." But as he tried to leap off, you stopped him, opening your window wider to stick your head out. "Hey, wait!" you shouted. He paused, sliding back down his web to stare at you. "You saved my life and got me home safe. Don't I get to repay you?" 

You don't know why you did it. Maybe it was too many tequila shots at the bar or perhaps how sexy he looked in his suit, but either way, you found yourself reaching forward to slowly drag Spider-Man's mask down his chin, stopping at his mouth. Those lush, pink, plump lips had you feeling short of breath, craving a kiss. 

"How would you do that?" he panted, confused but not stopping you either. You gave him a sexy smile, tingling all over in anticipation. "Maybe a kiss?" you softly purred as you ran a thumb over his cheek, finding stubble there. 

Then, slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, his face cupped in your hands. It was perfect. The best kiss you've ever had in your life. It was slow and tentative yet passionate and seductive. Spider-Man was a fantastic kisser and you couldn't help but imagine him kissing your other set of lips too. When you pulled apart, your body buzzed with want, wanting to keep the vigilante all to yourself. "Who are you?" you whispered. 

You heard his cheeky little chuckle and shivered when he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, of course," he answered. "See ya 'round, cutie. Sweet dreams." And then he was off, leaping from the tree outside your apartment and swinging off into the night. 

Since then, the sexy superhero in the white suit has been heavy on your mind. He always has been, but now, you can't shake him. You'd never had his arms around you before or smelled his delicious scent. Now, he's all you can think about and you want to see him again. 

"So you goin' to Geto's party tonight?" Shoko asks, changing the subject entirely. "He's totally into you." She gives you a knowing glance mentioning the familiar popular frat boy—also Gojo's childhood-friend-turned-HS-bully-turned-college-rival.

"I'll see. I've got prior plans." It's all that you answer with, not wanting to go deeper into your reasoning for steering as clear of Geto as possible. Shoko makes a disapproving face, whistling. "He's not gonna be happy about that. Between you and me, he thinks you're leading him on."

You roll your eyes at her words, waving it all off as usually do Geto's advances. "No way! Geto is a frat boy, so he's got plenty of girls to choose from." Despite Geto's utter sexiness with his long, raven locks, muscles, and charm, the last thing you want is to cause any drama with Gojo if you ever dated or fucked his rival. Your relationship with Gojo may be complicated, but you're not a total bitch. 

The conversation ends there and isn't brought up again fortunately. And after a day of pretending that you're a normal college senior about to graduate, you come home to an empty apartment since Gojo is still at work. You're left alone.

With a smirk, you venture up to your bedroom and dig into the deepest, darkest part of your closet for a locked box. You take the key from inside one of your coats, unlock it, and smile at the latex suit, gloves, and mask that stare back at you. "Time to play," you whisper as you slide on the latex suit.

Gojo's POV

'My spidey senses are tingling...'

This is all Gojo can think as he sits on the rooftop yards away from the art museum, overlooking the empty courtyard where only two security guards stand post at the doors. He got an alert from his crime tracker minutes before while he was at work, fortunately able to leave since he was clocking out anyway.

This is all Gojo can think as he sits on the rooftop yards away from the art museum, overlooking the empty courtyard where only two security guards stand post at the doors. He got an alert from his crime tracker minutes before while he was at work, fortunately able to leave since he was clocking out anyway. 

He shot into the nearest alleyway, changed and tore off his work uniform of a hoodie, jeans, and glasses to expose his suit before shooting off towards the crime scene, waving at pedestrians and people in their windows wanting to catch a glimpse of the Amazing Spider-Man. 

He's been sitting here for almost twenty minutes now, sipping coffee and chomping on an egg sandwich smothered in hot sauce to soothe his cravings and keep himself awake. A usual routine for him when he's fighting crime at night. It's a hard job, being a secret superhero while juggling college life and a gig at the Daily Bogle, but "with great power comes great responsibility" after all. 

So when his spider senses start kicking in, causing the hairs on his skin to stand on end and his body to tingle, he listens and ditches the coffee. It doesn't take long for him to shoot out of the way of a knife zooming right past his head, nearly grazing his ear. He backflips and rolls across the rooftop, landing into a perfect one-legged squat. "Nice shot," he comments. "But not close enough." 

Click, click, click. His ears twitch with the sound of heels clicking across the asphalt behind him. "I wasn't tryin' to hit you. Believe me, if I wanted to, I would." His body buzzes at the sound of a silky, sexy voice behind him and he turns, finding a woman with so many curves that it should be illegal.

Her curves are accentuated by the tight, black latex suit she wears, paired with long heeled thigh-highs tripped in white fur like her elbow-length gloves. Her silvery-white hair falls down her back in waves, glowing like moonlight that glimmers in her mischievous eyes through her mask. Gojo feels a shot like a hot rod shoot through him at the sight of his longtime nemesis: Black Cat. "What are you doin' here? I told you not to come back around here." 

Black Cat smirks, her rogue lips stretching into an unbothered smile. "Why? So you don't have to break a sweat and lose another fight to me?" She chuckles, flashing those pearly whites. "I thought Spider-Man liked his fights." 

Gojo ignores the way her tits bounce in her suit as she struts over, slow and playful. "You're here for a reason. Plannin' another jewel heist that I've gotta stop?" The villain shrugs, humming indifferently. "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite hero." 

That's when she throws a surprise high kick at Gojo's head. Quickly, he ducks and side swipes her, causing the villain to hit a cat-like leap backwards and land on one arm before doing a spin that knocks Gojo's in the chin with her heels. He grunts, his head flying to the side, giving Black Cat a good opening to pounce on him. 

"H-Hey, hey," he groans as she straddles him, her muscular yet cushiony inner thighs fully wrapped around his waist. His blood pressure rises as he tries not to pop a boner as she smirks down at him, smug. "What's the matter, Spidey? Scared of a little bite? I thought you liked it rough." 

She leans down to lick a stripe across his fabric-covered neck, making him bite back a groan. She tries to roll up his mask but he flinches away from her. "I don't kiss villains," he growls. "And I'm not a cat person." With a grunt, he bucks Black Cat off, blushing when the villain notices his hard-on. "Clearly," she chuckles. "Oh, and thanks for the distraction." 

"Huh?" he mutters before he realizes that his wrists are tied down. He didn't even notice, too busy picturing himself fucking his cock up into Black Cat as she bounces on top of him, moaning in ecstasy. "Fuck!" he grunts, wriggling around as he watches her slink off of the rooftop and ride an electric cord like a zipline all the way to the museum. 

She's heading to the museum, just like he predicted. Quickly, Gojo breaks free and races for the museum, sliding past security by slinking through a cracked window. There, he is met with a dark, empty museum filled with cases of priceless, historical jewelry and gems. 

And then there's Black Cat, quiet and strategic, already waiting for the webbed hero to make an appearance. And, in their usual dance, they circle each other, waiting for the other to make a move. It's like foreplay for Gojo. "Aren't you tired of doin' this?" he sighs. "We meet, we banter, we fight, you pretend you don't wanna fuck me—"

"Oh, you're pretendin' you don't wanna fuck me," she scoffs. "Spadex ain't good when you got a boner, Spidey." Her eyes tick down to his package, making him blush. "Shut up. This suit works quite well. Makes it easier to fuck you up in." 

Quickly, he shoots a web at her that she dodges before tossing a star-shaped dagger at him. He ducks and bounces off of a wall before pouncing at her, knocking her to the ground. Only briefly is he on top of her before she kicks him off with a grunt, popping up with her fists balled. 

"Not bad," she huffs, "but I'm better." And with that, she gives Gojo a harsh kick that sends him careening backwards, sliding against the marbled floor. He feels a sharp pain and grunts, feeling like his back bones cracked. Black Cat smirks above him, peering down at him with her red-lipped smile. "Thanks for the fun, cutie, but I'm due for a date with some jewels." 

But Gojo smirks up at her, just as smug and cocky as her. "Not tonight, you're not. You ain't the only one who's got traps, kitty cat." She blinks at him, scowling, before one wrong step of her heel sends her upside down and hanging from the ceiling from one of Gojo's thick webs. "Let me down!" she grunts, her hair hanging down like a curtain. 

Gojo rises to his feet and saunters over, lowkey growing harder at the sight of her dangling in his webs. "Nah, I think I'mma let you hang here. Y'know...to teach you a lesson." He grins at you s she wriggles in his trap, trying in vain to free her hands. Unfortunately, this causes her white locks to slip and fall to his feet, rendering them both speechless. 

'A wig?' Gojo thinks. And then your mask slips, hitting the floor with a thud of finality. 

When he looks into the face of his arch nemesis, he finds the person he wasn't expecting to ever be behind that mask: you. "Y/N?!" he gasps. "You're Black Cat?!" You look just as shocked and horrified at the revelation, your mouth open with unsaid words.

He can't believe it. It's you, his prissy roommate. His secret crush. The bane of his existence and the reason for his wet dreams.

"Who are you?" you demand, still wriggling around. "You at least owe me that now." And in a moment of clarity, Gojo slowly slips off his mask and reveals himself to you, his white hair slightly smushed by the mask. Your eyes widen in shock, taking in the nerd standing before you. "Gojo?" you gasp. "Y-You're Spider-Man?!" 

Before Gojo can explain himself, a sudden wash of yellow light nearly blinds him, shooting through the museum windows. In addition to dozens of tiny, red dots. "FREEZE!" a cop shouts from outside the doors. "There's no use hiding! Come out with your hands up or we'll be forced to fire!" 

"Shit!" you both hiss in unison. Tonight has seemed to go from bad to worse to worser in a matter of minutes! "We need to get outta here!" Gojo hisses, quickly tearing you out of his trap. You land perfectly on your feet from your upside down position, looking disgusted at his webs covering you. "How, genius?! This place is surrounded by cops!" 

Quickly, Gojo thinks fast, putting that big brain and IQ to use. When he feels a cold gush of air above him, he smiles at the air vents staring back at him. "I got an idea." Climbing up the wall to the ceiling, he tears the AC out of the ceiling, revealing an opening. 

He then helps you up with a hand-made web rope and pulls you through the ceiling, coaxing you to go first...definitely not to watch your ass move. You crawl and crawl until you make it to the rooftop again.

There, Gojo coaxes you to wrap that body around him once more for another swing. "Hang on tight and don't let go. It's gonna be bumpy."

Your POV

Minutes later after another swing through NYC, you're back in your dorm and Gojo is helping you climb through the apartment window.

With a grunt, you push past your achy muscles to land on the carpet of your living room, homefree. But you don't give yourself time to recover. 

Quickly, you pop back up just as Gojo climbs through the ceiling in his suit, breathing heavy. You ignore the way the moonlight shines off of his suit, lean muscles, and juicy ass, still shocked and angered. 

Angered that he found out. Angered that you were reckless and careless. You thought you were more careful! You wore a wig and a mask. You lied to friends about your whereabouts and plans at night when you blew off parties and barhops. You hid your costume and collection of stolen goodies in your closet.

And yet that wasn't enough to stop the web-shooting vigilante from uncovering your secret identity. He turns, staring at you in concern. "You good?" he pants.

"No, I'm not fucking good!" you hiss, ripping your white wig off of your head and tossing it aside. "I can't believe it! You're Spider-Man?! You've been sneaking off to fight crime?! Wait...you fucking kissed me that night you saved me!"

Gojo dryly laughs, pulling his mask off of his face to expose his handsome features and sapphire blue eyes. "I think that's the least of our worries now, especially since YOU kissed ME tonight too." He scoffs, running a hand over his face. "I can't believe this. I mean, you're Black Cat? You've been goin' around stealin' and robbin' this entire time?"

You flush hot with embarrassment. When he says it like that, it sounds pretty weird. "Yes, okay? I enjoy the thrill of petty theft, but I'm not a murderer or anything. Sue me." Gojo scoffs, crossing those beefy arms over his chest. "I should. Do you know what'll happen if people find out who you are?"

You feel a wriggle in fear at this, having thought about it before. "They won't 'cause you won't say shit...not unless you want me to reveal your secret." It's a low blow that even you criticize yourself for. But Gojo isn't buying it. "You wouldn't do that. You're not evil like that, Y/N."

You turn away from his tender, knowing look, unable to take those damn eyes. "And who says I'm not? You've said it to my face plenty times before." And he has—every meeting with Black Cat was him calling her (or you) "evil" after every scratch of your claws or clock to the jaw. 

Gojo looks apologetic, uncrossing his arms from his chest. "I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry." You scoff, shaking your head. "Oh, don't try to apologize now, bug boy. I know how much you don't like me." Gojo pauses, cocking his head at you. "And who said I don't?" he retorts, squinting at you. "You really think I hate you?"

At the hot passion in his words, you feel nothing but venom. All for the fact that he will never feel the same way you do for him. "How can you not? You constantly complain about me and bicker with me. Now that you know I'm your arch nemesis, that's the cherry on top." 

You fully turn away from him, hugging yourself tight. "Why'd you even save me tonight? You should've just left me there. You're the hero and I'm the villian." Tears prick in your eyes, daring to ruin your sharp eyeliner and mascara. Damn these stupid romantic feelings for Gojo Satoru and Spider-Man. Damn you for falling for the smart, sexy, crime-fighting nerd! 

But before you can fall even further down the rabbit hole of self-loathing and criticism, you feel Gojo's gloved hand on you, turning you around. "What are you—" Before you can finish, he's ripping off his tight, web-embrodiered top and revealing every scar he's ever received as Spider-Man. A bruise at his right pec, a cut at his ribcage. You're fairly sure some of these might've been from your hands tonight. 

You feel like a slut staring dead at his muscles, salivating over them, but his hand locked in yours forces you to look. "Look at me," he softly demands. "You may be my arch nemesis, but you're not a villain. I've had worse than your claws." 

You smile despite yourself, hating how good he is at making you feel better. "You wanna know why I saved you tonight?" he asks, raising a brow at you. "It's 'cause I know you're better than bein' a cat burgular. And if you don't believe it, I'll believe it for you." 

And in that moment, you fall even deeper for the superhero, unable to resist his kind nature or those alluring blue eyes as as he towers over you. Before you realize what's happening, you're cupping his face in his hands and kissing him. He stammers against your mouth, alarmed and startled...but then quickly melts against your soft lips, his big hands finding your waist. You wantonly moan, pushing your body against his, your hands feeling up his toned chest. 

But as quickly as the kiss begins, it finishes and he tears himself away from you. "What's wrong?" you pant. You try to touch him again, but he gently lowers your hands. "We can't. W-We shouldn't." You blink at him, wounded. "Why not? I like you, Satoru. I always—"

"No, you don't," he argues, his tone firm, his eyes blocked off by a mental wall. "You're just sayin' that 'cause I'm Spider-Man. You want the cocky, ass-kickin' superhero; not your awkward, nerdy roommate." 

He looks so wounded. So convinced that you could never fall in love with the normal human man beneath the suit. But you give him a smile that is a combo of sexy and shy, sauntering up to him to run your hands over his chest. "I want both," you purr. "Believe it or not, Satoru, I've always liked you. I just didn't think you'd go for a girl like me."

"A girl like you?" he parrots, raising an attractive brow at you. You shiver when you feel his hands on your waist, possessive yet respectful. "Well, me being your arch nemesis wouldn't be a good look for a superhero." He softly chuckles, his lips brushing your forehead. "But you're not my arch nemesis in here. And I'm not a superhero. In here, it's just you and me." 

You shiver in delight, liking the sound of that: just you and me. A sly smile appears on Gojo's face, oh-so sexy and intriguing. "Buuut I do have some ways of converting you to a good guy." You smile, moving his hands to your ass, loving how he blushes so pink. "Oh?" you giggle. "And what would those ways be, bug boy?" 

And in a flash, he shows you. He flashes you a devastatingly pretty grin, dimples and all, before sweeping you off your feet with a kiss. Literally, he sweeps you off your feet, his muscular arms holding you up as he scoops you up. You giggle into the kiss as he twirls you before he lowers you back down. 

The kiss grows heated, his soft lips meshing with yours, moans of need traveling between you. His hands grope your ass as your hands feel up his muscles. His toned arms, his abs, his pecs. You’re wearin’ too much,” you pant against his lush lips, pausing to suck on his bottom lip as your hands grapple with the waistband of his skin-tight pants. 

He chuckles, his hands gliding down the leather/latex stretched across your ass. “You too. Even though this suit looks way too damn good on you.” His eyes are hungered as they graze over your suit, your tits practically spilling out of it past your stomach-to-chest zipper. You strip him first, snatching off his pants while he takes off his shoes, leaving him in his black briefs. 

Your nerd is all muscle. Clean, cut, and precise with a yummy, white happy trail and pert, pink nipples. “Fuck,” you sigh. “You’re perfect.” The hero blushes pink, but the lust or hunger in his eyes doesn't vanish. “Not as perfect as you. Let's get those zippers down." 

Quickly, he is on you, lips on your neck and hands gliding along your body as he tries to find each zipper to your outfit. He grows flustered, so you take the lead, sitting him down on the couch and letting him watch you strip. Slooooowly, you slide off your gloves and unzip the front of your suit, exposing your juicy, soft tits. No bra included. 

"Fuck me," Gojo exhales as he watches each of your breasts pop out from behind the leather, your nipples hard and needing to be sucked. You let out a sexy giggle, your fingers gliding down to unzip your pants. “Jesus Christ,” he huffs impatiently. “No offense to your seamstress, but what’s up with all the fuckin’ zippers?” 

You giggle as he rigidly sits up, cock hard in his briefs. “What can I say? I’m a tease.” Your hero snatches you over by one of his webs attaching to your waist and suddenly, you're getting bent over his lap. You let out a squeak, turned on by his sheer strength and skill. And especially when he yanks down the zipper to your butt. 

The Gojo you know would've never taken initiative like this...or maybe you never really knew your roommate at all. You hope for the ladder, wanting to know all of the parts to this sexy geek. 

“Yes, you are," he silkily agrees. "Always flauntin’ this pretty body during our fights. Makin’ me so hard for you…” He groans as your asscheeks pop out from between the leather when he drags the zipper down to your thighs, exposing the black lace thong wedged between your cheeks. “I think you need to be punished for that.” 

SPANK! 

“Oh!” you moan, jumping at the bite of delicious pain when his big hand claps against your ass. As he rubs away the sting, you feel your pussy throb in your suit, desperate to be touched and petted the way your ass is. “You want another, baby?" Gojo asks, a grin in his voice. "Ask nicely.” 

You have no problem doing so. Gojo is a man that makes you want to totally submit and be the best little slut for him. You peer up at him through your lashes, biting your rogue-coated bottom lip. “Please…spank me again.” He smiles, pecking you on the lips. “That’s a good girl. You’re learning already!” 

SPANK! 

“All it took was a heavy hand and some TLC," he hums, rubbing the sting out of your ass again before he raises his palm again for another harsh swat on those deliciously bouncy and juicy yet firm asscheeks. 

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! 

“Maybe a nice orgasm for that little pussy would help too, wouldn’t it, cutie?” You blink, dizzy from the spanks, only to gasp in surprise when Gojo forces you to sit up on his lap and spread your legs wide for him. And then his hand claps onto your pussy through your suit. 

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! 

You gasp and moan at each swat against your pussy, feeling yourself grow wet and sticky. This is the hottest thing you've ever experienced. You need more before you explode. “Fuck, Toru, I can’t take anymore! Please just fuck me!” Gojo holds you close, those arms of his almost making you boil like a teapot with arousal. “You asked so nicely, but not yet. First, I need to reward you for takin’ your punishment, don’t I?” 

A slow smile curls over your lips as he begins to rub you through your suit, just as desperate to have that pretty pussy. 

"Let me," you purr. He watches in awe as you find the secret zipper to your crotch and pull it down. Zzzzzip. Your panties are exposed through the crotch hole, the zipper trailing all the way to your butt. Well, how else are you going to pee before fights and robberies?

Gojo is gobsmacked, lips parted at the sight of your bare pussy when you pull your panties aside to expose your puffy pussy lips, swollen with arousal and glistening wet. "Fuck, that's hot," he exhales, his cock pulsing his briefs. "But I need those thighs a bit wider. Tell me it's too tight, sweetie."

Suddenly, you're on your back and he's spreading your thighs wide. The leather can't stretch that far, so it ends up ripping, creating tears near your inner thighs as Gojo lays on his stomach so he can properly eat you out. "Dammit, Satoru!" you whine. "You didn't have to—o-o-ohhh, fuck!" 

You don't get to finish your lecture because his fat, pink tongue is prying your lips apart and licking your slit, slow and teasing, getting to know every little spot that makes you purr and keen. "I'll make it up to you, baby, promise...startin' riiiight here." He flicks up, finding your clit. "I know we fought before, but this is where you're the weakest, right?"

He gives you a wink as he spits on your clit and sucks it back up, causing sparks of pleasure to crackle and explode through your body, causing your back to arch off of the couch. Your fingers clench Gojo's white locks as he sucks and licks at your pussy, slurping up all of your wetness. "Shit!" you moan, your eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy. "Yes, right there, Toru! You're s-so good at that, ah!" 

You can't remember the last time you felt this good. Even the prettiest, most priceless diamond can't compare to Gojo's skillful tongue. Unfortunately, his work causes your thighs to clench around his head, so he has to pin them back down with enough force to make you gush. "There go those thighs again," he tuts. "Guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands." 

Suddenly, two webs are shooting out from his wrists and sticking to your inner thighs, prying them apart. You couldn't get out of their hold even if you tried; his webs are too strong, acting as organic gorilla glue. He gives you the most menacing, villainous smirk known to man, making you briefly wonder just how sweet and kind Spider-Man really is. "Nowhere to run now, cutie," he chuckles. "Now do me a favor and take my tongue." 

You have no choice but to do so as his tongue swirls in and on your pussy, sucking on your lips and clit before dipping inside of you. You let out a loud moan that could break glass as your hands clench his hair, your thighs quivering as his tongue moves faster and faster, making you peak a lot quicker than you usually do. 

Your voice rises several octaves, gasps, whimpers, and moans leaving your lips, slutty and desperate, bouncing off of the walls. "Oh, fuck, T-Toru, I-I'm gonna cum!" you hiccup, your body shaking like a leaf as you get closer and closer. "You're g-gonna make me cum!" 

Gojo moans into your pussy, the vibrations making your clit buzz. "Uh-huh," he moans into your pussy. "Cum for me, baby, please. Let your good boy take it all." 

His tongue flicks faster against your clit, making you much louder as you rush closer towards your end. "Yes, yes, like that! Just like that, baby! I-I'm gonna...oh, fuck, I'm cumming, Satoru!" With a loud moan of his name, you come undone, your body shivering and bucking as you cream all over Gojo's tongue. 

The hero lets out a slutty, needy moan of his own as he eagerly slurps up all of your honey, cleaning you up as you gush and gush to your heart's content. Your eyes roll back and a smile stretches across your lips at the pure bliss you feel. All because of your favorite hero. Finally, Gojo pulls his tongue out of you and sighs, licking you off of his lips. 

You stare up at him, falling deeper in love the more you stare at his pretty face. "Not bad, Spidey," you pant out. You slowly sit up and yank down his briefs to his surprise, exposing his thick, long, gorgeous cock to you dripping in pre-cum. "Now it's your turn~" 

Gojo can't resist the lustful, mischievous look in your pretty eyes, his cock twitching in your hand as you begin to slowly stroke it. He groans, the sound so hot that you feel your pussy gush. You want to make him moan like that, make him feel good, for as long as you live. "How do you want me?" he asks, his tone soft and seductive. 

You pause, tapping a thoughtful finger on your lips. "Hmm..." you giggle. "I kissed you upside down, but now I wanna try blowing you too!" 

Gojo is more than happy to appease you and your freaky ass, forming a web rope to climb up and hang upside from. You grin as you kneel on the couch, eye level with his thick, hard dick. "Tap my thigh twice if it's too much, okay? I don't wanna hurt you." 

You tsk at his concern, but feel butterflies swarm your tummy at his sweetness. You've never had someone show you such genuine concern and care before. "Please. You could never hurt me, Toru. I'm a big girl." You give him a wink and his dickhead a kitten lick that makes him groan. And with that, you open your mouth and take him deep, sucking on his hard cock almost immediately. 

Gojo is instantly hooked, watching from below the way you take his dick in your pretty mouth. You hollow your cheeks and open your throat to take him more, clamping your soft, wet lips around his shaft. After a few slow test runs where you slide your mouth up and down along his head, you begin taking him deeper. 

"Shhhit!" the hero hisses, every swear dripping from his lips like a crackle of fire. "Oh, fuck yes! S-Sweetie, you're s-so...fuckin'...good!" He is a moaning, whimpering mess, his cock throbbing and twitching in your throat. He feels perfect, snuggly fitting in your throat the way he would your pussy. 

His hand skates up to grasp your hair, his fingers sliding through the soft strands as you slide your mouth up and down his dick. "Keep goin'!" he whines. "Keep gaggin' on it, just like that, baby!" 

He continues to whisper and moan out praise as you gag and bob around him, using your free hand to stroke his balls. You ignore the the tears pricking at your eyes, fucking up your eye makeup. The control he allows you makes you want to give him the best neck of his life, hopefully causing him to nut deep down your throat. You’ll gladly take all of it. 

Then he takes you by surprise, sinking himself deeper down your throat until he nearly touches the back of it. "Deeper," he grunts. "You said you were a big girl, right?" You splutter around his cock, spit dripping from your lips down your chin. He eases up a bit, allowing you room to push off if you need to. "You good, baby girl? Need to breathe?"

Though you feel that tickle in the back of your throat, you don't try to pull away. Instead, you push back onto him, shoving him down the tight channel of your throat. "That's my girl," he groans. "God, I always fuckin' wanted you like this. Always stroked my dick thinkin' about you like this."

His dirty confession and harsh thrusts against your lips makes your pussy gush, and suddenly, your latex suit is far too hot and too tight. Finally, he releases you with a groan, his cock dripping wet with your spit and his pre-cum. You want to feel him inside of you. Stretching you. Massaging your walls. Stroking your G-spot until you cum. 

You tick your eyes up at him, big and framed by lashes and wet mascara. "Toru," you whimper. "I need you to fuck me now. Please?" You stare into his sapphire-colored eyes that twinkle and dazzle at you; two of the most priceless jewels to ever exist. He strokes your cheek and bottom lip, letting you suck on his finger. "So sweet. How do you want it then, good girl? Missionary? Doggy?" 

The moonlight suddenly cuts through the window and shines on him, illuminating his pretty face and muscles. Then you get an idea. "Outside," you giggle mischeviously. His cheeks grow pink and his eyes widen at your request, but his cock also throbs in your hand. "Fuck, you're freaky! Hang on tight then." 

He climbs down and scoops you up before carrying you out of the open window and up to the rooftop of your apartment complex. It's about twenty stories high with a metal railing that overlooks the entirety of the glittering city of NYC and beyond. You giggle as Gojo places you down on your feet before kissing you under the stars, making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

And you are. Fucking Spider-Man on a rooftop is a fantasy you only dreamed about, but finally getting your hands on your sexy roommate and having him reciprocate your romantic feelings? You hit the universal jackpot! 

You pull away to kiss his neck and nib at his earlobe, making him moan and grapple with your ass hanging out of your leather suit. "I've never fucked anyone out out a rooftop before," you whisper in his ear. "You're my first." 

He smiles down at you, tender and lustful, his cock throbbing against your tummy. "That makes two of us then," he chuckles. "Don't worry, baby; I'll make sure I'm the first AND the last." 

He then whips you around, bending you over the railing, before slapping his cock up against your soddened pussy lips, giving it a smack. Plap-plap-plap! You moan at the contact, your glit throbbing in need and the ache inside of you growing. "Dammit, stop teasing," you whine. "Just fuck me." 

Gojo clucks his tongue in disappointment, lacing a hand around your throat as he grinds his dick up against your ass. "I don't hear a 'pretty please', kitty" he teasingly sings. "I could make you cum just like this. Soak my dick in your honey and make that clit explode f'me..." 

Then he gives you a tip, just the tip, but it's enough to make your mouth fall slack and your eyes flutter shut in ecstasy. "Please, Toru, please! Fuck me right here, pretty please?" you whine. Your voice echoes across the empty streets and into the night air, only growing louder when you push back to get more of Gojo inside of you.

He moans, his fingers digging into your asscheeks as he feels his dickhead sink inside of your wet hole. "J-Jeez, baby, if you ask me like that, I'll cum." 

But you shake your head, giving him a playful lick on his neck as you rock back into his dick, fucking yourself on him. "Nuh-uh, sexy. Do it inside of me or on me. I bet your cum is better than your webs. Speakin' of webs..." 

You tilt your head up and whisper your naughty little needs into his ear, making him grin and his eyes roll back just at the mere thought of doing all of that to you.

Minutes later, you're a screaming, moaning, whining mess with your wrists tied up in Gojo's thick webs behind your back and your pussy stuffed to the brim with his cock. All of your self control slips as he fucks you slow and deep in doggy, making you bounce up and down on his dick. Your tits and ass jiggle out of your suit, much to his enjoyment, as your wet pussy stretches around his dick, taking him with every deep thrust that sends your soul into orbit. 

"Oh, fuck, Daddy, yes! Fuck me just like that!" you loudly whine. 

The word slips out before you realize it, but Gojo catches it immediately. In a flash, his entire personality shifts and you instantly know that this is a different person. He is no longer the sweet, cheery, wise-crackin' superhero or the shy, awkward nerd, but someone more dominant. Someone who has no problem breaking you completely and then putting you back together again. 

He giggles—fucking giggles, the little shit—as you grow slutty on his dick, losing yourself completely as he fucks you harder and faster. His hand leaves your throat to clap over your mouth, muffling your loud moans. "Shh, baby, you've gotta be quiet or you'll alert somebody."

He slides in a little deeper, filling you up with those mind-breaking, oh-so delicious strokes that leave you breathless and brainless. A mutual gasp leaves your lips as your pussy walls tighten around him, keeping him nice and snug inside of you. He keeps up the fast, deep thrusts, knees bent to fully give you that fuck that will make you want to chance your entire life of crime. 

"Or is that what my baby wants?" he whispers. "You want someone to see Spider-Man fucking his favorite arch nemesis and giving her backshots?" He teasingly licks your neck as his fingers toy with your slippery clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "You want everybody to see how much of a bad little slut Black Cat can be?" 

"Fuck, Toru, I'm gonna cum!" you babble through his hand. You can feel your orgasm beginning to rise the more he slams his cock into you, filling you to the brim with him. "I need you to cum too!" You know that if he finally gives you that nut and lets you hear those yummy moans of his, then you'll for sure feel that intense, satisfying orgasm that your pussy needs. 

Suddenly, Gojo pulls out of you and lays down on the rooftop, his cock at full attention for you, slick with your juices in the moonlight. "Ride me then. I wanna see your face when you cum." He stares up at you with a blush and a lustful look that would make any girl melt. 

So how can you resist bouncing on that pretty, long cock until you cum your brains out?

And because you're so flexible and skilled, you keep your wrists tied behind your back as you ride Gojo, your hips gyrating back and forth as his hands securely grasp your hips, helping you ride him. His moans are just as loud and needy as yours, his handsome face screwed in pleasure. "Oh, my God," he groans. "Shit, b-baby!" 

You grin down at his sexy reactions to your pussy hugging his dick, giving him the ride of his fucking life. A flush of confidence rushes through you, making you talk your shit as you ride him. "Yeah? You like this pussy, Spidey? Does my good boy love gettin' his pretty cock fucked?" 

Gojo's blue eyes roll back like he's posessed by your pussy, his toes curling and muscles clenching at such wonderful fucking. "Fuck yes!" he moans. "Ngh, you're so fuckin' tight! S-so...so good! I'm gonna cum soon! Tell me where you want it 'cause I can't..." You can feel it too—that clenching in your core that's about to break. 

"Cum with me, Toru," you coo. "Cum deep inside me. I need it so bad." You bite your lip as you ride him faster, harder, staring deep into the ocean blue of his eyes as he opens them to stare at you. He licks his fingers and begins to rub your clit, wanting to get you closer to the edge. "Cum f'me," he moans. "Please, baby, cum! I've got you, I promise!" 

It doesn't take long for you to finally burst around his cock after a few intense bounces that make your titties bounce in his face. When he leans up to suck on your sensitive nipples, you feel like you're flying. With a long, loud moan that tears out of you, your orgasm washes over you. The moment your pussy clenches around Gojo's cock is the moment he cums too. He grips your hips and muffles his moans into your titties as he fills you up with his spunk, giving you a nice, warm, sticky creampie. 

But that isn't all he does. Unable to stop himself, he makes you kneel before him and stick that tongue out so he can pump more leftover spunk onto your tastebuds. He stands before you in all of his glory, pumping his cock so hard and fast that his palm turns into a white blur. "Fuck...fuck...baby," he pants in time with his stroking, his balls tightening in anticipation for another nut.

You wait, patient and slutty, smiling up at your hero. When he finally cums again, it splashes onto your tongue, lips, and tits, coating you completely in his spunk, making you smell like him. You feel his creampie drip down your thighs and coat your asscrack which only arouses you again. 

After he recovers with a sigh, Gojo grows shy and nervous at his actions. "S-Sorry," he stammers. But you giggle, swallowing his cum with a satisfied "mmm" and lick the rest from your tits. He does the same, cleaning himself off of your pretty nipples and laying you down to slurp himself out of your sensitive little pussy.

Slowly, he lays you down on top of him so you're body to body, your head against his beating heart. "That was amazing," you sigh, stroking his chest. "Just like you." He smiles, his blue eyes ticking down at you. "Not even the slightest bit more amazing than you." 

He begins to stroke your hair and kisses your forehead, making you giddily smile at the tenderness he gives you. "My good girl," he whispers. "I love you." 

Suddenly, the energy in the air changes drastically after those three little words are uttered. You stare at him in awe and he looks terrified. He plants a hand on his face, swearing. "Fuck, I-I'm sorry. God, I'm an idiot. That slipped out. I'm not sayin' that because we just fucked. E-Even though it was really good, I've just—"

Shutting him up, you cup his face in your hands and plant the fattest kiss on his pretty lips, sharing each other's taste. When you pull away, he stares at you in astonishment and utter fascination, the big, fat moon shining in his eyes. "I love you too, Toru," you giggle. "I always have. You're my hero." 

Gojo grins and kisses you again, his fingers lacing in your hair as your fingers draw shapes along his chest. Finally, you're happy. Finally, you feel a rush of a thrill that not even robbing a high-end jewelry store or a museum can do. Your man is all the thrill you need now. 

"We should get back inside," Gojo suggests when you finally pull away. "I think we need a hot shower and a nice cuddle." Together, you both crawl down the rooftop and back into your apartment, giddy from your love confessions and the risky sex. 

"As hot as that was, I think we need our masks next time," you joke, cupping Gojo's pretty face in your hands. "Good thing nobody saw that or we'd both be cooked!" 

Gojo grins at first, but then quickly, his joyful smile slides off of his face. Suddenly, he looks perturbed, making you feel anxious and alarmed. Even before the voice comes: "Don't be so sure of yourself, kitty cat." The voice is unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time, slightly rasped and deeper than Gojo's but still silky and seductive. 

You shriek at the sudden voice, jumping and turning around to find a stranger sitting on your couch. No...not a stranger. You recognize his long, black hair, piercings, and violet eyes glaring at both you and Gojo. 

"Suguru?" Gojo gasps. Quickly, he places himself in front of you and grabs a pillow to hide his junk, staring at his rival sitting on his couch. "What the fuck are you doin'...how'd you get in here?!" 

Geto passively stares, thighs spread wide and leaned back, comfortable on a couch that isn't his. "You left your window open. I figured as a seasoned hero you'd be less of a dumbass." He smirks at Gojo, but it isn't teasing nor joking. 

Then he turns to you, giving you that same edged look that makes you nervous. "I had a hunch that you were Spider-Man, but you as Black Cat never would've crossed my mind." 

Gojo fully shields you with his body, keeping you behind him. "Don't do this," he hoarsely says. "Not to her. She's got nothin' to do with this." Geto chuckles, dry and hoarse, making your skin crawl. "Well, she does now. She confessed her love to you, didn't she?" 

He says it so bitterly that even you feel some type of way from it. Shoko's words from earlier come back to you now: "He's got a thing for you." 

"Satoru, what's going on?" you whisper, confused, staring up at your hero boyfriend. He doesn't reply, sizing Geto up. "What do you want, Suguru?" he growls. 

Geto scowls and finally rises from the couch, stepping into the moonlight. You now see the outfit that he's wearing: his own black spider suit embroidered with purple webs. "If you don't want your secret identities revealed to the world, I want you to help me with somethin’...somethin' you should've gotten instead of me. Ain't that right, Venom?" 

And in horror, you watch as a liquid-y, black substance protrudes from Geto's broad shoulders, forming a face with nothing but large, white eyes and sharp, knife-like teeth. The alien face grins at you, matching the same devious smile that Geto wears. "Cute," he growls.

TO BE CONTINUED...

“My bag now,” he jokes, walking backwards a bit to make sure you’re following him before spinning and walking off a bit more hastily.

“Hey!” your steps pick up in speed after him, and he breaks into a full run once he hears you on his tail. “Come back here!” Chasing after him now, following him into his room where he’s finally stopped.

As soon as you catch up with him, he drops the bag and raises his hands like you’ve caught him for a crime and he’s surrendering. “I’m innocent.”

His back is facing you still and you can’t help but admire just how large his build is. You approach him carefully. “An innocent man wouldn’t have run.”

“Maybe you’re right.” His head turns to the side and he looks at you, eyes sparkling. “Could you possibly forgive me?”

“I don’t know… you don’t seem awful sorry about stealing from a poor, kind, beautiful, ethereal, sparkling—”

“—Oh! Well, I had no idea I’d slighted someone so important and perfect,” grinning wide at you and slowly turning to face you properly.

You pout like he’s seriously wronged you. “And that’s exactly why I don’t forgive you.”

“What should I do to make it up to you?”

“Hmm…” trying to think of something clever to ask for, a kiss? A little cliché. Dinner? You’re pretty sure you’ll get that either way.  

Just as you’re mulling over your options, he’s suddenly in front of you and picking you up. Quickly dropping you onto his bed with him following after you, his arms caging you in against the very comfortable mattress. Gojo’s eyes on yours are intense, like he’s lost himself for a moment. It has a thrill running through you.

Trying your best to not sound as breathless as you feel when asking, “And what were you hoping for this to accomplish?”

No reply, his eyes flicking to your lips is the only warning you get before he kisses you. It’s more desperate than you were expecting or are used to. One of his hands moving to cradle the side of your face as he kisses you to the point you’re a little dazed.

Doing your very best to meet the ferocity of his lips but falling short, it doesn’t matter though because he’s pulling away to speak, “I’m hoping to make it up to you.”

And because of the fog over your brain, it takes you a second to catch onto what he means, “I—”

He kisses you again, thumb pressing into the hinge of your jaw so your mouth opens to him. Taking the opportunity he created to lick against your tongue. Kiss deep and a bit messy, growing more and more filthy with each passing second. Already, you’re unbelievably worked up, pussy hot and throbbing.

Again though, he pulls back. This time he asks through kisses, “Is it working?”

Humming back, “Huh?” Too lost in the moment to function properly, chasing his lips.

Gojo laughs a little, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’ll forgive you… this time,” your eyes are glassy when you look up into his.

He falters for a moment, like he’s thinking about what he should do next. Then he blinks a few times quick and stands up with a last peck to your lips. “Wanna watch a movie?”

You pull yourself up onto your forearms and watch him curiously, his back is to you, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure, what you got in mind?”

“In the mood for something scary?”

“Does it have to be scary,” flopping back onto the mattress. You don’t even mind scary movies but the ones he picks are… odd.

“Of course not,” he hums, “we can watch whatever you want to.”

Lifting your arms lazily and huffing, “Help me up.”

He approaches you and lifts you up off the bed by your hands without complaint, “You know what you wanna watch?”

“Nope,” you smile up at him, “we’ll figure it out though.”

The both of you end up on the couch after that, your legs resting in his lap as you enjoy one of your favourite films. You’ve seen it a bunch of times and you will continue to watch it every opportunity you get. When it’d appeared on streaming and he said he’d never watched it before, you jumped at the chance to show it to him.

Every now and again, you’ll look over to see if he’s enjoying it. Feeling uncertain because, while his eyes are on the TV, he’s fiddling in his spot. Leg jumping or readjusting every few moments. It has you sitting up to crawl over him just so you can get to the remote.

“What are you doing?” he laughs breathlessly.

You pause the movie and kneel back beside him, “You’re not paying attention.”

“I am! I’m invested like crazy.”

“Tell me what happened in the scene we just watched?” You challenge.

“Uh…” he looks away from you and thinks for too long before saying, “Okay, so maybe I’m a little distracted but it’s not my fault.”

Frown falling over your features as you ask, “Whose fault is it then?”

“Don’t pout,” hands reaching for you, grabbing your face on either side, “you’re so cute.” Planting a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m not pouting.” It’s not convincing, since he’s squished your face and forced your lips into a pout.

His big hands pinch your cheeks together a little more, completely amused look on his face. “You definitely are but it’s very cute.”

“I’m not trying to be cute.”

“You don’t have to.”

Another kiss to your pouty mouth, and then another, and another. Continuing his onslaught of kisses until he’s deepening it. Grasping the back of your head and tipping you back so he can have better access.

You manage to pant at him, “You can’t distract me too.”

“You gotta let me try first,” lips tracing the line of your jaw.

“You never answered my question.”

“I thought the answer was obvious,” he laughs, mouthing at your neck now.

Whinging half-heartedly at him, “Satoru, this is my favourite movie.”

“I know but you’re my favourite, ever.”

Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him as he leans you back into the couch cushions. Still kissing your neck, softly nipping at you every now and again. Getting more daring and sucking hickeys into your skin as your breaths come heavier.

Stifling down a small whimper to accuse, “Sweet talker.”

“Of course,” his words vibrate through you, “always for you.”

“Satoru,” huffing because his mouth is hot on your skin and his teeth are grazing over where he’s just sucked and you’re very quickly getting dizzy.

“Yes, sweetie?” he mumbles back, attention still very much on where he’s mouthing against you.

“We were supposed to be watching a movie.” And if your complaint comes out half-hearted, that’s because it is.

“I knowww,” he whines, resting his chin on your sternum and looking up at you through his pretty lashes, “but you distracted me.”

Threading your fingers through his hair absentmindedly and replying, “I didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” he leans into your touch, enjoying how your nails scratch lightly against his scalp. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”

He’s sweet and his words make your heart skip but you take the opportunity to—not so subtly—guilt trip him. “And that’s why you can’t focus on my favourite movie?”

“I’m sorryy,” his words drag out as he buries his face against you. And then he must get distracted again because he mumbles, “hmm, you smell really good.”

Excitement shocking you as he drags his nose further up your body, eventually nosing into your neck. His breath tickles against your skin as he inhales your scent and you’re reacting to it more than you thought you would.

Hands pushing lightly at his shoulders, “Satoru, stop sniffing me.”

“But you smell so good,” audibly breathing heavier against you.

You’re flushing under him, growing hotter the longer he rests his weight on you and tickles against your sensitive neck. Gojo decides then, that it’s the perfect time to just lick against you. Tongue trailing over your already delicate skin.

The suddenness of it jolts through you and results in a moan pulling from deep inside your chest. A little sound you’d been holding down so well until he’d unintentionally toyed with you. It has him stilling above you and you’re worried you’ve done something wrong, maybe he didn’t like that you’re getting turned on from him showing affection.

Starting to spiral when he does it again, pulling another noise from you because he’s chosen to also nip against you. Feeling hot from arousal and shame, bumbling out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– I don’t know why—”

“—Woah,” he cuts you off with a small laugh, “Why are you apologising?” Moving back so he can look you in the eyes.

Your hands raise to cover your face, muttering out a reply that’s barely audible.

“You know I couldn’t hear that,” you don’t have to peak a look at him to know he’s smiling, you can hear it.

“I’m embarrassed!” words still coming out muffled behind clasped hands.

“Because you moaned?”

“Shut up—”

“—Woe is me,” he starts, “my pretty girlfriend moaned while I was playing with her.” He wraps his hand around your wrist and pries it away from your face, “It’s so weird that she would do that! I mean, all I was doing was making out with her and then teasing her where she was sensitive. Why would she get turned on from that?”

Brows pinching at him, “So, you were doing it on purpose?”

He’s grinning now, “Did I know how sensitive your neck is?” he pauses, “Sort of. Did I know you were going to be that affected?” Another pause, “A guy can hope.” He kisses your cheek, “I also do just think you smell really good though, you getting horny is a bonus.”

The acknowledgement that he’s aware of your growing arousal only makes this harder for you. He’s always been annoyingly observant, especially when it comes to you. “Do you enjoy embarrassing me?”

“A little.” Opening his mouth to bite onto the fat of your cheek, “But that’s just because I really like your reactions.”

“Stop tormenting me, we’re meant to be watching a movie.”

“Sweetie,” his head drops to your collarbone, “I’m way too hard to sit through a movie.”

“What?” You’re a bit surprised, you know you probably shouldn’t be but he’s being a lot more forward than you’re used to and he’s already stopped a heated session once today in favour of a movie.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you stepped foot in my apartment and now you’re all horny under me and moaning over me getting off on smelling you,” his words keep tumbling from him, “there’s no possible way I’m getting through the rest of this movie with you beside me unless I’m touching you the whole time, I barely made it through what we have watched.”

His confessions make you squirm, tummy flipping at the gravity of it all. “What are you gonna do now then?”

“I’m hoping… that my very sweet girlfriend will let me touch her, lots,” leaning up until his lips are on yours and taking your breath away, “because I’m needy for it.”

Not letting him kiss you again as you pretend to be in deep thought, “Hmmm….”

“You’re on a real mean streak today,” he huffs.

“When was I ever mean to you?”

He looks at you for a moment and then, “Don’t be petty by bringing up the past.”

Scoffing at him, “You’re the one who brought it up first!”

“You’re being mean right now by not answering my heartfelt wishes.”

“You’re so hard to keep up with, Satoru.”

Laughing at his silly antics a bit and when he pouts at you because of it, you kiss him again. Lips slotting over his easily as your fingers tug at his hair. It pulls his focus well enough, humming against you as he kisses you back.

He’s impatient this time though, his kisses messy and needy and all the built-up feelings of being forced to sit through a movie without touching you. And then he readjusts so his erection is resting right over your core and you’re gasping. Finally feeling the evidence of his earlier words. How he’s managed to be this hard and still joke around, you have no idea.

The way he kisses you is dizzying. Before Gojo, you had never experienced a kiss that worked you up so carefully. It’s like he knows exactly how to build you up, what exactly about this you enjoy. It feels good, it feels so fucking good. Is this what kissing is supposed to feel like? You’re growing addicted to it, how it feels to be overwhelmed by his lips.

So lost in it that when he pulls back by sucking on your tongue, you moan pitifully. Gojo bristles over top of you, his eyes lighting up. Pecking your mouth again and trying to coax you into kissing him again but you shake your head, mouth shut.

“Come on, pretty,” he almost begs, “open your mouth for me.”

Not replying verbally, “mhm.” He’s only kissed you and you’re moaning and it’s embarrassing.

“but I wanna hear it again.”

He licks your lips and sucks on your lower one, pulling a breath from you that opens your mouth enough to allow him to shove his tongue in. Lewdly licking against you, kissing deep once more just so he can pull back and suck on your tongue the way he did before.

Giving him exactly what he wanted when you whine, eyes glassy as you look up at him. Gojo shudders at the look on your face, his hips digging down into you. The heavy weight of his erection rutting into you that little bit makes your lashes flutter.

Naturally, he does it again, grinding down into you and watching your reactions carefully. His breaths huffed against your own with how he lingers by your mouth. Kissing you every now and again to greedily swallow down a moan of yours. The pair of you devolving into messes the longer he ruts at you like he’s in heat.

Big hand reaching down to grab at your thigh, pulling at you until your legs have opened enough for him to slot his waist in between them. Hard cock now parting your pussy lips through your clothes as he continues to hump you. His aching shaft catching on your clit and making you squirm under him.

His forehead drops to yours, “You’re so pretty like this,” he’s panting but still talking, like it’s so important you know just what he’s thinking. “All horny and shy,” humming at you, “you’re getting over that though, aren’t you? Is dry humping me making you forget how embarrassed you were?”

“Stop talking,” your lips slam onto his, aiming for his silence.

It’s the first time he’s spoken to you like that and it’s doing things to you. Fresh slick dampening your panties the longer his breathless voice spoke to you. He’s always been a bit of a tease but more in an annoying way. Realistically, you should’ve expected him to tease you during your hotter moments together too.

He retorts through kisses, “I like talking.” Moving back so he can speak clearly, “I like talking to you.”

“Well, I don’t like being tormented.”

“Oh… I don’t know if I agree with that, sweetie.” Grinning at you like he knows something you don’t, “You do know you’ve been meeting every one of my thrusts, right?”

And his words have you gaining awareness of your own movements, giving grinds back up into him. Begging for more friction wordlessly, writhing under him and trying to coax him into doing more, touch you more, anything.

You stop though, hips stilling and flat on the couch. It makes Gojo whinge, “Noo, that’s not what I wanted,” his hand moving to your hip and trying to get you to move, his own grinds coming faster, desperate.

The frantic way he’s moving has your lungs stuttering in your chest, choking on a moan. Legs wrapping around his waist and holding on tight, how he’s rutting against your clit making your stomach flip. And as good as it feels, you feel achingly empty at the same time. Hole spasming around nothing as he gets you closer to that delicious edge.

“Satoru– hff– you gotta stop,” head lolling back onto the cushions, pleasantly foggy.

And just as you’re about to cum, he listens and stops moving. Only resting his lower half on you, smiling patiently down at your face. You’re blearily looking back, displeasure apparently written on your features because he says, “You’re the one who asked me to stop.”

“I know that.”

“Wanna tell me why?”

Mumbling back, “Because I was gonna… finish.”

“I was trying to make you cum,” thrusting forward slightly, as a treat.

“In my pants?” You gape.

“Why not? I think it’s hot.”

“Messy.”

He shrugs, “I bet your panties are already a mess anyways.”

And he says it so casually, like it’s not something new for him to talk like that. But it is, it’s new and exciting and you maybe want him to tease you a little more.

His breath by your ear makes you shiver and pulls your attention back to him. Gojo’s words are low and curious, “You gonna let me see?”

“Are you gonna be nice to me?” Lips curving in a coy smile.

“I’m always nice to you, sweetheart.” But the way his eyes dance with mirth tells you he knows he’s bending the truth, tells you he’s not going to be completely nice to you. The hand he has on your waist dips below your pants, asking, “You gonna show me just how messy you’ve gotten?”

You grab his wrist, “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“Please…” hovering his mouth right over yours, “pretty please let me look at your pussy. I wanna touch you so bad, sweetie. Please.”

Something evil in you is tempted to deny him but the way he’s pleaded has you wanting him more. Accepting his hot kiss before managing out, “Okay, since you begged so sweetly.”

“Mm, thank god.”

Speaking at the exact same time that he’s moving back to tug your pants off completely. It’s head spinning how quickly he gets them off you. Even more so how he kneels back and spreads your legs with his large hands on your inner thighs. Gaze set firmly on your panties, on the damp spot left behind from your arousal.

He’s just staring and it’s almost worse than his teasing grinds. Frustratedly asking, “Having fun?”

“Yeah. Lots of it,” he grins back.

But he catches onto your impatience and strokes a finger between your folds, biting into his lip so he doesn’t whine at just how slick you’ve made the pathetic scrap of clothing. Already so drenched and he’s only been playing with you a little bit, no judgement from him though, it’s got him hot and stiff.

Using the pad of his finger to circle your clit cruelly, not enough pressure to give you what you want. Or it wouldn’t be, but you were so close not that long ago and the direct focus on your sensitive nerves makes your back arch and lips part.

Gojo coos at you, “Look how sensitive you are,” a tiny bit more pressure just to get a bigger reaction, “look at that.”

“Do something about it,” hips bucking upwards.

He sighs happily, “And what do you want me to do?”

“Anything– Satoru, please, just—” frowning when he withdraws his touch and pushes you down by your hip so you can’t writhe against him.

“—Anything?” He can feel how his heart is leaping behind his ribcage. “You’re gonna let me do anything I want to you?”

“If it means you’ll touch me more.” Lashes sticking together from how your eyes have gotten wetter. “Anything.”

“You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”

And then he grabs either side of your panties—fingers wrapping around the waistband—just to tug them upwards forcefully. The material moulding to your pussy obscenely, and with your wetness and the pale colour, they’re almost rendered completely see-through. There’s nothing left to the imagination, and it’s got your skin warming. Trying not to fidget too much as a result, since you did say he could do anything to you and he’s not done much of anything yet.

Gojo can’t help himself, fingers tickling against you. His touch so much more overwhelming now that everything is pressed tight to your delicate skin. Nearly able to trick yourself into thinking he’s directly touching you, his warmth enticing you. The urge to raise your hips and grind into him taking over, only to be snuffed out. His other hand firmly planted on your hip and holding you down.

“I was right,” he rumbles, “you’re all wet and these panties are ruined.”

“They might’ve been fine if you hadn’t– hnn—”

Cut off by him poking at your entrance, material stopping him from doing anything but the taunting to your needy hole makes you weak.

He encourages you—or he mocks you—your fuzzy brain can’t quite tell right now. “‘If I hadn’t’ what, pretty?” Before you speak though, he’s clear, “Say it properly.”

“If you hadn’t– hff– hadn’t pulled my underwear into my– my pussy, they’d be salvageable.”

And when you squeaked out, ‘my pussy’ Gojo’s breath stuttered almost to a complete halt. He can feel the way precum dribbles from the tip of his cock. He wants to hear you say dirtier things; wants to make you say dirtier things.

Gathering himself enough to retort, “I don’t agree.”

The sound of him shuffling down the couch reaches your ears but you barely register what it is he’s doing. Not until he’s between your spread legs and his warm breath is hitting your soaked cunt. On reflex, you close your legs, but it only traps his head between your thighs.

“Jokes on you, sweetheart, I’m into this.”

He nuzzles himself deeper between your legs until his nose is grazing your panties, and then he pushes into you even further, you can hear how he inhales against you. Soft moan leaving him as he does, and you can feel it vibrate through you. You’d wiggle away so he’s not nose deep in your pussy but he’s gripping the outside of your thighs tight to keep them sturdy either side his head.

“Don’t move,” his voice almost cracks with his desperation. Still shamelessly sniffing you, gaining a perverse joy from it.

Familiar words leaving you, “Stop sniffing me, Satoru.”

“But you smell so good,” he reminds. “Good enough to eat.”

Opening his mouth to let his tongue hang, pressing it to your cunt through the thin cotton. Insistently licking at your clit through the material before trailing down to your entrance and doing his best to penetrate without luck. Somehow nosing closer to you in the process, lapping at you crudely.

Your hand is slapping over your mouth as you gasp, stifling down all your needy sounds. Gojo’s too busy devouring you through your panties to complain, getting dizzy himself with how aroused he is. Hips digging into the cushions below him, grinding against them for that little bit of relief.

Messily mouthing at your core, happily suffocating himself between your thighs. Flicking his tongue against your sensitive nerves, the friction from your underwear making your hips fight against him.

He’s ruining you; you’re panting and curling your toes. Previous denied orgasm leaving you so weak to the pleasure. The hand you don’t have on your mouth slides down to hold onto Gojo’s hair, needing to ground yourself with something. Feverous in how he pursues your high, moaning when you accidentally tug at his hair.

The continuous repetition of his movements has you finally cumming for him, fresh slick gushing from you as your hole spasms around nothing. Feeling the ache of emptiness, especially in this moment. Moans too loud to hide behind the hand clasped over your lower face. The release is sweet and welcome but could be so much better if he filled you, if he took your panties off.

And while you’re distracted and floating in the bliss of your high, Gojo sucks the material clinging lewdly to your cunt into his mouth. Savouring the taste of your cum on his tongue as he licks and sucks at the now sopping wet mess that is your cotton panties. If they weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now. Enjoying himself immensely, delighting in the flavour that is you.

As soon as he speaks, your underwear drops from his mouth and he almost regrets having to say anything. “I’m taking these off now, sweetie.”

Your head feels heavy as you look him in the eye, “Please.”

His heart skips a couple beats, “You’re so cute,” then he tears your panties off. Ripping them at the sides to get them off as quickly as possible. Making eye contact with you as he gives one last deep inhale directly to the material itself.

Whinging, “Stop playing with them,” trying to lean up to snatch them away from him but he moves them out of reach.

“Ah,” he tuts at you, “these are mine now,” tucking them into his back pocket. Sneering at him has the opposite effect, it has him getting close to you just to say, “Careful, sweetie, I can only get so horny.”

There’s one word floating in your head regarding him right now—pervert—your boyfriend is a degenerate pervert, and you had no idea. The hazy look of lust overwhelming his features completely. You find yourself wondering just what else he’s into that he’s keeping from you.

“Satoru,” you call to him, gaining his attention on you wholly, “Have you always been a pervert?”

“Maybe,” he replies cryptically with an easy smile, not even bothering to deny it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shrugging at you, “I didn’t really take any notice until after I met you.” His hands slide under your shirt, slowly pulling it upwards.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or not,” you laugh.

“I think… you should be lifting your arms so I can take your top off.”

Still a little docile from your recent orgasm and easily listening to him, arms raised over your head so he can undress you the rest of the way. At your bare chest on display, he’s shamelessly staring. A split second later, he’s groping. Kneading your tits between his hands as he rolls your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.

You hiss at his pinching, “Easy.”

“Mmm, sensitive all over, aren’t you?”

Dropping himself so his head is between your breasts, kissing at your sternum, leaving behind love bites as he nestles himself there. Turning his head to the side so he can kiss your boob, apparently warming you up for his next move. His mouth opening wide to envelop your nipple, sucking and nipping at you, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.

His clothed dick rutting against your bare cunt makes you keen into him, huffing a whine as you wrap your legs around his waist. Feeling sickeningly needy as you grind up against his erection.

Gojo’s huffing out his own small sounds, kissing his way up your body until he can take your lips in his. Making out with you hotly for a moment before departing in such a cruel way, licking over your lips as he goes.

Nipping your lower lip as he informs, “I’m gonna open you up on my fingers now.”

“Good,” boldly stating, “I feel empty.”

He could swear he hears the sound of his own heart breaking, “I know, pretty,” he pouts at you, “I’ll fix it.”

Deft fingers glide down your body, not stopping until they slip through your glistening folds. Gojo chokes on a groan and drops his head, your pussy so creamy he’s overwhelmed. Single finger welcomed easily by your greedy hole, sucking him in and clinging to him desperately. He crooks it upwards just to watch you moan and shudder.

The wet clicking sounds of his digit moving inside your snug cunt makes him restless. Suddenly announcing, “I need to watch this.”

Getting himself back into his previous position, his body no longer over top of yours making you feel somehow more exposed. “No, don’t look.”

“Sweetie…” he laughs breathlessly, “I plan on putting my dick in you, don’t get shy over me watching you take my fingers.”

A bit incoherent in your reply, “Perv– you’re probably– hng– probably gonna like it too much.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely gonna get off to it.”

You’ve not persuaded him to not watch how his fingers fill you. Lecherous grin on his face as he slides another finger in alongside the first, stretching you open on them. His digits leave your hole all shiny and slick from arousal, dripping down into his palm.

“Fuck– you’re so fucking wet.” His other hand holds your left thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Not that you could close your legs anyways, not with him in-between them. He continues, “Baby, you’re killing me here. I’m definitely getting off to this by the way, I’m so goddamn hard my dick hurts.”

Half-heartedly chastising, “Shut up– hng– stop being such a– ah!– perv.”

“But I’m your perv,” he pouts like he’s offended when you both know he’s really not.

Gojo’s mouth is watering as he watches his fingers slip in and out of you repeatedly, lulled into a hypnotic sort of trance. Finding himself further between your legs and stuffing his tongue in alongside his scissoring fingers before he knows it. The addition has you squeaking, moaning loud as he laps at you in time with his digits.

The slurping is obscene and driving you both wild, maybe him more so you. You’re writhing and trying to stifle down your moans. Hand back in his hair like earlier and trying to contain his movements but utterly failing. Gojo is ravenous, turned on and losing his mind. Eyes rolling in his head as you whine all embarrassed and shy like.

“Stop, it’s embarrassing– oh my god—” lashes fluttering and your stomach flipping as his nose digs against your clit.

If his mouth was free, he’d reply ‘I know,’ because he does know and it’s just another thing to turn him on so much that he’s dizzy. But his mouth isn’t free and he’s almost completely certain you’re about to cum again. Moving the hand from your thigh to your lower tummy, pressing down to add delicious pressure that makes your squirming heighten.

“Wait– hng– wait, it feels different– I’ve never– hah– Satoru.” You’re trying to warn him that it feels weird, unfamiliar. You’ve never felt such intense and white hot pleasure before and it’s got you worrying.

On the other hand, Gojo doesn’t seem the least bit concerned. Only speeding up his movements, his usually bright eyes a few shades darker and focused on your face as he continues fucking you with both his fingers and tongue. Spurred on by your pitiful whines, crooking his fingers to hit the sweetest deep spot each time.

Just as you’re about to raise your concerns again, you’re cumming, hard. Orgasm ripping through you and making your head feel like you’re floating. Whole body wracked in shudders as your pussy feels fucking insane. Throbbing hot and dripping around Gojo’s fingers and tongue, making an even bigger mess than before.

Gojo pulls his digits from you first and then sloppily tongue kisses your cunt, if you were to ask, he’d claim he was cleaning up but he’s only making a bigger mess. He’s desperately grinding down into the couch, worse than before. He’s got it so bad right now, his cock pulsing hot in his pants, begging to be touched.

Lazily, you raise your head to look down your body and you’re hit with an overwhelming amount of embarrassment. Gojo’s couch a complete mess, and all ruined with your orgasm, slick leaking into the cushions.

“Oh my god… Satoru, I’m so sorry.”

He’s still busy with tonguing your hole, humming back noncommittally, “Hmm?”

“Stop– hff– stop for a second,” pushing his forehead.

“Sweetie, it’s fine,” he assures, but he looks worse than before. Panting heavily and eyes practically swallowed by his pupils.

“But—”

“—No,” diverting his gaze back to your pussy, “you squirted and it was hot, don’t apologise to me for that.” Glancing back up to you, “Let’s make a bigger mess, yeah?”

“I’ve never…”

“You’ve never squirted before?” grin overtaking his features, “that just for me, huh? Just for your perv boyfriend?”

He’s too happy about his pervert title.

You sulk, “Your couch.”

“I’ll just buy a new one and then you can christen that one by squirting on it too.”

“I hate you,” you grumble, not finding his joke as funny as he does.

“No, you don’t,” he says, “in fact, I think you might like me a whole lot,” and then smiling evilly because he thought of something perverse to say, “your pussy sure does.”

Like a diversion, he’s immediately stripping himself of his shirt, torso stretching out as he pulls it off. Giving you a good view of his toned body that you hazily appreciate in your blissed out state. Forgetting to act annoyed at his comment because of it, something he notices and smirks to himself about.

Stepping off the couch for just a moment, long enough to remove his pants and boxers. Coming back to you with his dick free of its prior restraints and achingly hard. Tip flushed a pretty pink colour and dripping obscene amounts of pre, it beads from the head and drips down onto the couch; as well as traveling down his shaft.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

Shooting back at him, “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Don’t be petty,” his eyes sparkle. You glare at him and he has the gall to bite his lip and moan at it. “Enough foreplay.”

On his knees between your legs, resting one hand on your inner thigh while the other guides his length to your cunt, gliding it through your slit. Tapping the head against your clit three times and making you jolt about it. Then trailing down to your entrance and slowly stretching you open.

Gojo’s sight is trained on where he’s splitting you open, his breathing stuttered and heart going a million miles a second. His tip is so sensitive and you’re drooling silky, soft and wet on him, he’s light-headed about it. Feeding you more of his cock so slowly that you’re whining at him, but he can’t go any faster. Not only does he want to savour it, but he will cum if he moves too fast.

He’s taking so long and all you want is to feel him hit your womb, feeling antsy now that you’re finally getting filled. Looking at him through the tear drops resting on your eyelashes, taken completely off guard by the sight of him.

“Are you okay, Satoru?” Hand reaching for his face only to be grabbed and taken in his.

Deep blush dusting his cheeks and down to his chest, “I’m– hnn– I’m fucking fantastic, why?”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Hmm?” he tilts his head, confused. And then he feels it, his nose dripping blood onto his mouth, he smiles wide at it.

The sight of him grinning while blood mixes with and stains his teeth shouldn’t be as hot as you find it to be, but it is. Pulsing around him at the image, turned on by his borderline feral depravity. His tongue licks over his front teeth, lazily cleaning the blood.

Rolling his head back to look down his nose at you, “Don’t worry about it, baby.”

“But– hah—”

Shutting you up with a quick, sharp thrust forward. “Oh fuck– hff– I’m fine, sweetheart, you just feel so good.”

You can feel the veins of his dick throbbing inside you, pulsing against your walls. It’s devastating, the thick stretch of him already making you feel faint and the added feel of his own need rendering you useless. Already so full on his cock, wiggling against him a bit. It only makes him grab hold of your hips, hissing through his teeth.

Looking at him and asking, “Is it all in?”

His breathless reply, “is it all—” smiling softly at you, “yeah, basically.”

“Liar,” you pout.

“Yeah,” his smile turning a little devious as he sinks deeper still.

He’s focusing so hard as he keeps moving his hips forward, feeling high strung and on edge. You’re so inviting, loving on him so sweetly. Truly believing he’s like… five seconds away from cumming prematurely. Mustering up every ounce of self-control he has to hold himself back. The urge to thrust with reckless abandon whispering to him like a devil on his shoulder.

When he does finally sit as deep as he can possibly get, pelvis flush to you, he sighs out a whimper. Shudders going down his spine because it’s unbelievable, finally getting you like this is unreal to him. He’s been wanting this for too long, you, all messy and slightly delirious while split open on his cock.

You’re reaching for him, clinging to his hands gripping your hips. He grabs one of your hands and unfurls it with his own, interlocking fingers with you, “You’re being so cute, sweetie.”

“Don’t talk,” you moan back. Focusing hard on adjusting to him, trying to remain calm.

He sulks at you, asking, “Why not?” But when you flutter around him again at the sound of his voice, he knows exactly why not.

Choosing to lower himself down, the hand holding onto yours raising it above your head as he goes, not letting go. Lowering until he’s flush to you, firm body pressed to you completely. Tucking his head by your ear and blowing on it just to tease you that bit more. You whine at it and struggle against him, but when you realise you’re not getting anywhere, you stop.

Glaring at him, “You’re heavy.”

“You like it.” Grinding against you, his tip kissing your womb.

His voice right by your ear is killing you. “Kiss me?”

“Using my distraction technique?” he moves his mouth closer to yours, “copycat.”

And even though he knows you’re baiting him into shutting up for a bit, it works. His kiss imploring and deep, happily swept up in the impromptu distraction. Able to feel how it turns you on more, walls clingy and twitchy on his dick. It has him putting more into the kiss, tongue filling your mouth and playing with yours. Nipping at your bottom lip and licking over it before locking lips with you again.

The metallic taste of his blood is on your tongue, but it doesn’t change the fact that every time he kisses you like this you forget every other kiss you’ve ever experienced. Moaning into his mouth at it and then whimpering because his dick jerked inside you. Taking the opportunity, you wrap your legs around his waist. He slips impossibly deeper because of it.

Gojo sputters a little, lips disconnecting from yours. Choosing instead to rest his forehead against yours as he pants. Eyes glassy and lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep still. You’re confused on why he’s doing that though, since you’re very quickly becoming impatient.

“Are you gonna move?”

“Gimmie a sec,” he sighs.

Your lips purse at him, “Satoru.”

“Baby, if I move now, this is gonna be over real quick.”

So, you stay still too, silently hoping he gets over this soon. Fingers digging into his shoulders because the ache of him sitting so deep inside of you and not doing anything about it has you questioning how on earth, he’s managing to torture you like this.

Not even fully convinced he’s not doing it on purpose, from what you’ve learned so far, it’s a possibility. This thought has you taking it upon yourself to torture him back, rutting your hips upwards into him. Grinding against his pelvis and moaning at how his tip knocks the deepest parts of you.

The action makes Gojo groan, hand speeding to grab your hip tight and stop your movements. The hand holding yours squeezes once in warning before he’s using his heavy weight to pin down your lower half. The look in his eyes telling you that you’ve successfully enticed a reaction you wanted from him.

“You want it that bad?”

“You’ve been making me wait too long.”

“I’m the one who’s been waiting,” he counters. Slowly pulling out of your sopping wet cunt, teeth digging into his lower lip at the feel. “Been waiting to get you in my house, keep you to myself.”

Your back arches at the drag of his cock, jerking because it feels so good. Finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, the ache inside you soothing with his movement. You’re anticipating his next move, the quick plunge of his descent back into your begging cunt.

He coos at you, “Look at that.” Grip on your hip moving to slide under your lower back, keeping you arched up. “So eager…”

Not even realising you’d been holding your breath until he’s easing himself back in, your lungs releasing the air alongside a soft moan. The hand he has still holding yours is what keeps you grounded, head starting to drift off to the clouds.

Gojo whines as he hits balls deep again, your walls so accommodating to him, like you were made for him. The first proper glide in and out and he’s melting into a puddle, the floodgates opening as he gives up on self-control. Beginning to repeatedly thrust his hips, shallow quick movements because he doesn’t want to pull away from how close he is to you.

You’re struggling to consistently take in breaths, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Positively creaming around him as he pummels deep, knocking against your womb each time he re-enters. Full range of movements restrained by his hands on you, forced to stay still and be subjected to euphoria that makes you want to run.

“Fuck!– this feels insane,” his mouth drops and small whimpers stutter from him. “You– hng– you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.” It’s like he’s lost control of his mouth, revealing things to you he’s been holding back. “Basically– hff– been hard since you got here– oh fuck– that turn you on a little? Knowing your poor boyfriend has been aching since he pinned you down and kissed you until you were a little dumb.”

Your head droops back, his dick hitting the perfect spot. “Oh– right there, ‘Toru– hng—”

He ignores you, carrying on with his babbling instead. “That’s a lie, I was already a little hard just from having you in my home.” And even though he’s not replied to your cries of pleasure, he’s focusing his attention on that same spot that had you whining to him.

There’s not a chance for you to get your thoughts together well enough to reply to him. Gojo doesn’t seem bothered by that though, still caught up on confessing to you.

“Remember when you wore that skirt last week?” It’s phrased like a question, but it isn’t one. “I kept getting low just to see what kind of panties you were wearing,” he moans at the memory, “blue looks good on you.”

If you weren’t so wrapped up and consumed by the orgasm building inside you, you’d find some way to chastise him. Though you’re not entirely sure you even mind, the memories of him blushing a little from that day flooding back to you at this revelation. The idea of him trying to peek under your skirt while you were out on a date together amusing to you. He was sneaky because you didn’t have any idea he’d done that. Now you’re wondering just what else he’s been hiding.

Still prattling on, “Everything looks good on you– hff– drives me insane.” His eyes fall to your chest, jiggling with every thrust, “Your tits always look good too.” Lowering his head to rest between them, teeth scraping at your sternum, “Smell so good– fuck– hng– why do you—” Cutting himself off with a moan, your cunt shivering around him causing his hips to stammer.

Gojo can’t take it anymore, raising off you to rest back on his knees properly. Untangling his hand from yours and soothing it down your body, stopping on his way to grope you. Fingers pinching your nipple and grinning deliriously at your response. That hand continues to slide down your side until he can grip your hip tight, other one removing itself from you back to grab the other.

With his newfound hold, he’s dragging your lower half up with him. Back arched even more now, the new positioning hitching your breath. He hums appreciatively while greedily eyeing your stuffed pussy.

“How– hng—” your lungs squeeze with the effort of talking while on the precipice of finishing, “how long you been– hah– holding back, Satoru?”

He smiles innocently at you, head tilting with his question. “How long we been dating for now?”

There doesn’t seem to be an expectation of a reply though, his cock pulling almost all the way out of you before he’s bucking back inside. Rendering you completely dumb in the process; head lolling back and mewls tumbling freely. The way you’re spread obscenely open, and split even further open on him, it’s intense and good and intense.

The pace he’s set is world shattering; you’re on the fast track for being cock drunk. Eyes rolling as you’re forced to listen to the wet, sloppy sounds of him bullying your cervix. Cunt desperately clinging to him, leaking sweet and slick on him.

As you get closer and closer, Gojo realises and starts begging you. “Please squirt again, baby.” Rearranging himself so one hand can press into your lower stomach, “Please– oh god– please soak me in it,” his voice cracks, “please, for me? Ruin my couch some more.”

“I can’t– hng–” shaking your head at him, “I don’t– ah!– Satoru!”

“You can, I know you can,” tone whingy and broken, “you can because you’re such a good girl for me,” smiling lazily to himself because he knows that got to you, can feel it.

The hand he has on your tummy slides downwards a bit more, basically pressing into your pelvis. It has you tightening around him, the pressure making you shake as bliss fills your veins. His thumb heightens it, moving down to put pressure directly on your clit. Not circling or stimulating in any other way than to make you that bit more sensitive.  

Gojo’s gaze flits from your stuffed pussy to your face, his heart wavering in his chest. “You’re so pretty, sweetie.”

His innocent compliment while fucking you so depraved has you unravelling, pulsing hot and sugary sweet on him. Cumming so hard you’re barely able to hear anything but the blood pumping in your own ears.

Almost missing how Gojo whimpers pathetically, stumbling out, “There you go!– hng– that’s my girl– fuck—”

He can’t take how you’re sucking him in so divinely, cunt squeezing him like a vice as you squirt for the second time. Truly making a mess of him, yourself, the couch. It’s exactly what he wanted, and it has him immediately cumming too. Painting your walls the creamy white of his spend.

“You did such a good job,” he fusses.

Grinding himself into you to ride out both your highs, keeping you tight to his pelvis so he’s balls deep. You’re all sensitive and jittery under him, jolting through your aftershocks. Dazed and lost in the bliss to the point you’re not able to vocalise anything. Stuck dreamily looking up at him and appreciating the way he’s made you feel. Insides all warm and pleasant as you hug around him.

He sings you soft praise, “So perfect for me, baby.” Tugging one of your hands to his mouth and kissing it, “All pretty and sweet on me when you cum.”

You can’t reply with words, well you could but it’s not worth the effort right now. Simply humming back at him as an acknowledgment of his words.

Eventually, Gojo does move, slowly pulling out of you. His sights carefully trained on how his cum slips from your hole onto the cushions below. He’s lowering you back down onto the couch just so he can use his thumbs to part your folds and hold you obscenely open. Primal and possessive feelings flooding him as he keeps watching you leak his seed.

“Stop staring at me,” you mutter, still managing to be shy.

“Fine.” He replies too easily.

And you should’ve known that his easy caving was going to come with a caveat. That being, his fingers collecting the cum that’s leaked from you and pushing it back into your hole. He’s moaning as he feels how your pussy is bloated full of his cum, all creamy and soft.

It’s got him all dizzy, getting down between your legs without a second thought. His tongue licking up his spend, similar to how his digits were moving. Filling your cunt with his tongue over and over, using his mouth to clean you up.

You mewl and push at his head, bordering on overstimulation. He relents at your touch, climbing up your body and landing his lips on yours in an open-mouthed kiss. Sharing the cum he’d just licked up with you, you’re swallowing it down as he keeps his mouth heavily pressed to yours. The bitter taste outweighed by the natural sweetness that accompanies him.

Shuddering over it all, wrapping your arms around his neck and sucking on his tongue. Enjoying the intimacy of a kiss after sex, desiring him as close to you as possible. Wanting to fall into him even further, happy to comply to whatever he wants. Too drunk on all the orgasms he’s given you to be anything but obedient.

Gojo parts from you with a sigh, “I’m hard again.”

You can hardly believe it. “What?”

“You’re just so adorable and you’re all sweet after cumming and I really wanna fuck you while my cum is still inside you.”

He’s such a pervert and the more he talks the more obvious it becomes, “Okay.”

“Fuck– you’re so perfect,” he has to hold himself back from telling you he loves you. It’s really not the time or place to say it for the first time but he wants to tell you so bad.

Everything’s spinning and this time it’s not from your orgasm. Gojo’s grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach. Pulling your ass cheeks apart so he can guide himself to your weeping hole. Easily sheathing himself back inside your tight heat. He chokes on whimpers as he bottoms out, leaning himself down and using his hands either side your head to keep himself sturdy.

Grinding into you deep and slow, the prone bone position leaving you dumb and shaky. His strokes are unhurried and profound and followed through with force that makes you feel like you might end up squirting for him… again.

“Your pussy is so weak for me, sweetheart—” He can’t finish his sentence, moan pulling from him. Determined to continue though, spitting out, “Already– hng– already feel you getting close.”

Gojo can’t believe how silky soft your walls are, his cum only adding to how insane you feel. The way you wrap around him so snugly and quiver enticingly has got him hypnotised. The sloshing of his own spend fucking back into your womb makes him grin, happy with himself.

“Every time we– hff– we made out and you grinded your warm pussy down onto me without realising had me nearly cumming in my pants.” Apparently, he’s back to sharing more lewd confessions.

Pulling a hand away from the couch so he can tickle it down your spine, pleased with how you throb around him at it. Your reactions intoxicating to him, every little thing you do keeps him on his toes and makes him hard.

“You’ve been– hah– so painfully oblivious to how badly I’ve needed you,” he muses. “I’ve been thinking about you like this the whole time and you had no idea. Sometimes you’d smile at me and I’d get hard.”

“Then you– hng– you should’ve made a move,” words coming out muffled, “been waiting for you to.”

He laughs, “I was trying to be a gentleman.” Hips slamming a little harsher as emphasis.

Apparently, he wasn’t trying that hard considering he just admitted to trying to peek under your skirt on your last date. “Uh huh.”

You’re coming undone quicker than you thought you would, sensitive and worked up. All his talking making you even more needy. The sound of his voice cracking every now and again with a moan doing things to you.

“If you wanna cum, do it.” You can practically hear the grin he’s wearing. “Don’t hold back on me, sweetie.”

“You’re so insufferable,” you whine. “But it feels so good,” lips pursing and vision blurring with your tears.

“I know it does,” he soothes, hand stroking up and down your back, “feels good for me too.”

Repeatedly hitting the gooey spot that has you seeing stars, slack jawed and mewling as he has you cumming for a third time. Not even having to check to know that he’s somehow managed to have you squirting for a third time. A fact that will have you almost crying from embarrassment later but feels so damn good right now that all you can do is float blissfully on your high.

“This is like a dream come true,” he mumbles, words blending together because he’s about to lose it. “Such a little squirter for me, it’s really hot of you.”

Fucking into you a few more times, grinding down to punctuate each thrust before he’s dumping another load inside your cunt. Gojo hadn’t realised he started to tear up until he’s glancing down and his vision is all blurry. Overwhelmed by how good it feels to fuck you that he’s started crying over it. He feels pathetic and annoyed because he’s trying to look at how his cum is drooling around his dick from your overstuffed cunt and can’t because he’s crying like an idiot.

He lowers himself all the way down until he’s resting his front to your back, slightly holding himself up with his forearm so as to not crush you but desperately craving proximity to you. He’s as close as he’ll ever get, literally balls deep inside you and still he wants to be closer.

Pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, overcome with his affection for you. “You didn’t pass out on me did you, sweetheart?”

You’re slow to reply, “Mm, you’re heavy.”

He scoffs, “I’m not that heavy.”

“Yes, you are,” he’s all well-built muscle and you’re all soft and gooey after having so many orgasms.

“I don’t wanna pull out yet though.” His voice coming out pitchy as he whinges. Heart breaking in his chest at the idea of pulling out so soon, you’re still so warm and twitchy. It’s far too inviting to give up so soon.

“I need a shower.”

Able to feel how his chest vibrates with a hum, “Good idea.” Gojo’s thoughts are immediately thinking about how he’ll get to see his semen drip from your pussy down your inner thighs. Now wanting to get you upright sooner rather than later. “I’ll join you.”

“You’re gonna have to,” glancing back at him, “I don’t think I can stand on my own.”

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he promises.

You gasp at how his dick twitches inside you, “Are you seriously getting hard again?”

“Ignore it.” He nuzzles into the side of your neck, chuckling.

He’s insufferable and a pervert and he’s your boyfriend who you’re falling in love with.

α.η. thank you for reading !!! i'm sorry it took me so long to finish but i am, unfortunately, easily distracted :3 i hope you all liked this ! i had a hard time making him perverted enough .. or at least more perverted than i usually write him ☠️ i held back a little because i don't know how freaky we were feeling ......

anyways, thank you again ! i hope you all have fabulous days / nights <3

“I don’t feel like it.” You teased, dragging a finger up and down the sharp lines of his face. “Just jerk off or something.” You moved off his lap, making him furrow his eyebrows. Unfortunately, you didn’t get far before his hands gripped your waist, pulling you harshly back down enough to feel his bulge.

“I said, fix this, sweets.”

And when your best friend begs like that, it’s hard to say no.

“Oh!”

“That’s it, feel every inch.” Gojo coo’ed lowly, pecking at your cheeks. Your hips couldn’t catch a break with every thrust they made.

Your ass recoiled in his hands, cheeks fully spread to help his cock slide in and out. “F-fuck.” Your eyes fluttered shut, grasping onto his shoulders. Gojo grinned, pounding in harder to pound his pretty pink tip right where you needed him the most.

He’s contemplated disregarding condoms, wanting to feel you fully. But seeing the way he still managed to ruin you regardless, he learned to lay it no mind. You swear every time you have sex with him, your mind goes completely blank, only being able to remember his name.

“Sa-satoruuu..” His vein scraped against your walls, balls slapping up at your hole. Your bodies were intertwined, fitting together like a puzzle.

You hugged him close, drooling onto his chest at every thrust he delivered. His hands dug possessively into your thighs, biting back groans. “Missed this so fucking much.” He said before smashing his lips against yours, tongue diving into your mouth. “Missed this pretty cunt.”

“W-we ngh.. we fucked yesterday..” You whined.

“Yeah, it’s been a full day, sweets. That’s sooo long.” He didn’t let go of you for even a second, rubbing your hole in circles teasingly while watching every expression displayed on your face.

“I’ve got this event coming up, need to bring an extra with me.” He said in between kisses. “Come with me.”

“Is it that damn- f-fuck..” You hated when he would try and converse during sex. It was almost impossible to finish a full sentence without moaning.

“Dinner with other interns? Yeah.”

“But.. it’s usually the partners they b-bring with..”

“So?” He flipped you two over, not stopping his thrusts, laying you underneath him. “You’re basically my girlfriend already, taking my big fat cock..”

You chuckled, cupping his cheeks. “Big?”

“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side, slipping out of you with an embarrassingly wet sound. His hard length sprung free, hitting at your folds. “You don’t think it’s big?”

Of course he was. The thing itself weighed a gazillion pounds and barely fit inside you to begin with. “I’ve seen bigger.”

“I’m the only one you fuck around with.” He corrected, gripping the base of his cock before plummeting right back in. “Did you get tighter, princess?”

“N-no!”

Gojo chuckled softly, rocking his hips at the same pace they were going at five seconds ago. He leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing every whimper. “You’re coming?”

“Yes! Ngh fuck m’close!”

“No, pretty.” He snorted, pecking your nose. “I meant to the event, as my girl.”

His voice held such softness that was only used on you, no one else. The way he said it, calling you his girl, made your stomach flip. And it wasn’t because his cock was scarily reaching up there or anything.

“Mhm!” You nodded. Gojo’s lips curled into a grin that you loved seeing so much, the one he always wore right before wrecking you. Without warning, he snapped forward in a powerful thrust, gasping when you clenched down on him.

He didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you until the bedframe creaked like it was about to give out. His muscles flexed under the lighting, hips still pistoning relentlessly as one hand reached up under your shirt to squeeze your breast. “Forgot to pay attention to my girls, I’m sorry babies.”

“You-You’re insane—“

“I know, but I did just make you cum either way didn’t I?” He asked, moving his mouth to bite down your shoulder, trying his best to muffle his moaning as he spilled in you. The condom caught everything, yet you could still feel the sudden warmth emerge.

The room fell silent, only your heavy breaths being heard. Gojo shook in your hold, not yet making a move to pull out. Instead, his large hands cupped your cheeks to wipe away any sweat or tears.

“Go get changed then. We’ve got a dinner to attend.”

“Tch, the Kamo girl’s family had a much better reputation than this one.”

Ah, right. How could you forget?

You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that you’d hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasn’t been approved just yet.

And considering those disapproving glares you’d been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.

“I can assure you,” you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. “My family is well-respected in the community.” Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. “Very well respected.”

“Come now. We’re just saying.” Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didn’t bode well. “Your lineage isn’t exactly illustrious, is it?”

The emphasis on “illustrious” isn’t lost on you, and it’s so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because they’re positively seething at the sight.

Muttering an icy, “Something funny, dear?”

“Nothing at all.” you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Such attitude!” That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, “The madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.”

God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul who’d end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldn’t make up for this. 

Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. “Then why didn’t he?”

And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle. 

“B-because-” one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. “You- It doesn’t matter. Someone like you isn’t suited to marry-”

“Right, because this clan is that great.”

You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully you’re digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.

Eventually, the elder closest to Gojo’s right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, “I knew we shouldn’t have let the riff-raff participate.”

And oh it was like a dam burst open.

“-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-”

“The scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-”

“Isn’t worthy. Can’t let the bloodline be carried by some whor-”

You’re on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already. 

Fists clenched, you spit, “If he’s so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-”

Oh. You’ve done it now.

You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked. 

You don’t even bother to meet Gojo’s stare, instead wondering whether you’d be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-

“Sit.”

Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time you’re hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you don’t even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojo’s flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, “Sit.”

Oh, God, you didn’t know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didn’t doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them. 

And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.

“On your…lap?” You question, as if the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. 

The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, “If you’d like, of course.”

It’s a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.

. 

A weighty beat passes. One. Two. 

He wins.

And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojo’s imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this? 

“Interesting…I need this one.” You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojo’s chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, “As the new madam of the Gojo household.”

What? 

The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you don’t get to take a close look, because Gojo’s gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face. 

“Wan’ me to kill them?”

“Kill- why?” you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity. 

“Why not?” He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. “An early wedding gift, maybe?” And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better. 

So you swallow thickly, “N-no…thank you.”

At this, Gojo’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah, real interesting.” he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, “Gorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?”

And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Hell, might as well give ‘em a few heart attacks right?

Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And you’ve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.

Soft - it’s the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.

Gojo’s pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually. 

And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, “You- how dare you dirty-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, there’s a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder who’d opened his mouth. 

“Out.” 

It’s so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojo’s talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.

Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one he’d sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, “I won’t say it twice.”

And immediately, it’s chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now. 

“O-of course, master.” the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, “I’ll um- check that the servants are doing their work-”

“No. You all will stand outside.” Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, “And close the door.”

That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly you’re too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone with…your future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.

“So…” he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. “If you don’t want me to kill those bastards…what else must I gift you, my wife?” 

“Like what?” You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him. 

Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “An estate?” Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, “All the cars you could want?” He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. “Maybe jewelry?” Kissing the tips of your ears, “You’d look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I can…convince them to send over.” He pulls away, taking you in entirely, “Or maybe-” Lips now ghosting yours. “-something else?”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Gojo’s lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but. 

“Open your mouth, pretty.” he pants into your lips. “Kiss your husband properly, now.”

Shit, you barely even realize the way you’re listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldn’t get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. 

“Satoru-” you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, you’ll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar. 

But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. “Don’t get all shy now.” he pries away the hand covering your mouth. “Call me ‘Toru’.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.

Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. “T-Toru-” you squeal. 

Gojo’s mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away. 

“See? Jus’ like that.” he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. “N’ now you’re mine.”

And fuck if Gojo wasn’t going to prove it.

He’s laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Mine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.” Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. “Mine to-” Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, “-worship.” Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. “Mine to ruin.”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - maybe from those words, which you’re sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.

Maybe from the way he’s sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan. 

“Oh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-” Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-so filthy-” you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how he’s admiring your glistening cunt. “Toru, no one’s ever…”

At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupil’s blown - and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, “Shit- really? So then…” He’s moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, “...your husband’s gotta make this memorable, right?”

Gojo doesn’t give the time to even think about answering - he doesn’t trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because you’re so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his. 

So, really, you can’t blame him when he’s plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lil’ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just can’t help but do it again. And again. And again and-

“O-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-” you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. “More, Toru.”

Shit, if Gojo thought he’d lost his sanity before then he definitely wasn’t ready for this. 

“So needy.” he’s chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. “So perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.”

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.

“Hngh- yes yes yes, too good.”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. “Ya like making such a mess on m’tongue?”

“W-wha-” The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth. 

At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, “What’s wrong, pretty? Can’t talk?” Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. “N’ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?”

You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, “Sh-shut up-” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Gojo notices, of course he does. Because he’s letting out a whiny, “Sh-shut up.” Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, “As you wish, madam Gojo.”

You hear a dull thud from outside, but you can’t even think about turning your head to look because Gojo’s drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-

“P-please ah- oh-” you squirm.

“Move your hips like that. Yeah- jus’ like that, pretty- fuck-” The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast. 

But it still wasn’t enough for Gojo - he thinks it’ll probably never be. But that’s fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?

So he’s looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then he’s nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers. 

Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck fuck fuck- Toru m’so…”

“Close?” he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. “Cum f’me. Shit- cum f’me, pretty.”

Gojo realizes it before you when you’re finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. 

You’re shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, “Fuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-” Barely even realizing the way you’re rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth. 

And Gojo keeps going. 

Even when you’re blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily. 

“Toru, s’too- ngh- much- fuck.” You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasn’t tired, yet - how his fingers weren’t cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. “C-can’t-”

“You can. You will.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. “C’mon, faster. Harder. Fuck-” you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. “Fuckin use me. Use me like the good lil’ wife you are.”

“Oh- shit.” you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojo’s hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. “Wait- cum- m’gonna…”

You’re cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojo’s mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good. 

And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!

“Oh.” he runs his tongue along his wet lips. “Who made you cum like this?” 

A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, “Y-you, Toru…”

“That’s fuckin’ right. Me.” Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, “N’ m’gonna love you.”

And, well, a good husband always shares, right?

Because Gojo’s shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs. 

“C’mon, lil’ madam. Lick them clean f’me, will you?”

You’re gasping, “Mmpf- Toru-” Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way he’s giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-

Shit. 

You thought that he’d be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous. 

All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories he’d tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.

Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together. 

Something that Gojo obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Now now.” he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. “I need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, y’see.”

And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute. 

“Shhh, relax.” Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. “M’gonna make this feel so good for you.”

And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone. 

Except maybe his cute lil’ wife. 

Because, yes, he’s suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, he’s holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch. 

But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly. 

Instead he’s kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, “Too big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.” Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesn’t know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way he’s rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, “Trust me. M’gonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.”

“F-fuck-” Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance. 

“S’too big-” you squeal, nails raking down his back. “A-are you all the way in- yet?”

“Nope.” he’s popping the p, so unfairly smug. “Not even halfway in.” Drinking in all your cute lil’ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. “But you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-” Pressing down, hard. “-is where I’ll be.”

You didn’t know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you. 

Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojo’s reputation, he feels like he could’ve cum right then and there. 

“Shit- so fucking tight. God- you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. “How do you want it? Like you’re my hah- wife- or my lil’ slut?”

A trick question, you think - as much as you could when you’re this cockdrunk, at least. 

Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, “L-like I’m your…wife.” 

“Louder.”

“Like I’m your wife.”

Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear. 

It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side. 

“That’s right. My wife.” And then he’s bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. “And you- ah- you realize they’re beneath you, right?” he’s stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. “That my lil’ wife just has to say the word n’ I’ll ngh- take ‘em all out?” 

You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but he’s fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him. 

“I’ll kill ‘em- kill ‘em all-” he’s gritting out. “Hell, I’ll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.” Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find- 

“Hngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-”

That.

So sloppy with the way he’s alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere n’ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, “Anything for you, madam.”

Rocking his hips harder, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted. 

“Feels good?” he’s drinking in your adorable sobs, “S’what you imagined?”

You’re torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. “Yes. Feels- ah- ngh-” And for all your mouthiness earlier, you can’t even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.

Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles. 

“Gonna make you c-cum. So hard.” He’s fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. “Gonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.” Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. “Gonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else s’gonna know.”

And Gojo can tell when you’re close because he’s learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are. 

“Close?” At your delirious nod he’s giving you a blinding grin, “How cute. Why don’t you hah- cum f’me like the good lil’ wife you are, hm?”

Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that you’re covering him in all your sweet sweet juices. 

And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-

“God, you’re so good f’me. Look how much you came.” Giving a final, harsh thrust. “So perfect f’me.”

So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper. 

Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you. 

But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks you’ll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.

Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes. 

And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his. 

“Clean that room up.” 

Gojo’s stern command snaps them all out of their reverie. 

But before they could all run to do so, he’s plowing on, unapologetic and low. “Oh, and bow down-” chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. “-to the new madam of the Gojo household.

A/N. On my period I’m gonna cry.