in which fem y/n pegs gojo (and more)

I lean in so I can whisper in his ear. His breath hitches. "However I want?" He nods enthusiastically. "However you want~ Just please ah~ fuck me!" He begs. I love hearing him beg to get fucked. I debate how I should fuck him and he whines loudly. "June~' "Be patient. I'm still thinking of what I want to do to you." I look at the needy boy in front on me. His eyes search mine desperately waiting for my command. He looks like he would take just about anything I want right now. I could tease him, give him the strap, let him fuck me... there are just so many options. A femdom romance smut novel. Smut with a plot. A submissive male story since there is not enough good ones on the app. If you read this it will cure your depression (not scientifically proven but probably true) also for the rats it contains ✨ smut✨

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.