#spideygojo

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...