Gege... When I Catch You Gege...

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘𝖊, 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

The camera shakes in his hand, but only a little. The blue light of his phone screen casts sharp shadows over your trembling thighs, your ruined panties tangled around your ankles.

“You’re gonna wanna see this later, princess,” he murmurs, breathless, adjusting the focus.

You’re sobbing. Your fingers claw at the leather seats, curling, twisting, legs shaking as your hole flutters helplessly around his cock. You can barely keep your knees apart, but every time they tremble too close together, he slaps them back open, making you jolt.

“There we go. Look at her. Look at this messy fucking cunt.”

His friends laugh from the front seats.

“Damn, Gojo, you weren’t lying.”

“That’s the same girl who called you a loser in the debate finals?”

Gojo clicks his tongue, angling the camera lower.

“Does she look like a winner to you?”

You choke on your sobs. Your walls spasm around him as his thumb presses down on your clit, rolling in lazy circles.

“Better answer, baby.” He grips your chin, forcing your tear-soaked gaze up to the lens. “C’mon. You’re so fucking smart, right? You’re always running that bitchy mouth in class. What happens when I do this?”

He slams his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper, making sure the camera catches the way your whole body lurches, mouth dropping open in a soundless cry.

His friends groan, laughing at your reaction.

“Holy fuck, she’s tight—”

“No wonder he never shuts up about her.”

Your nails dig into the seat, struggling to pull away, but it’s useless. The whole car shakes from how hard he’s fucking you.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” His voice is sweet, sing-songy. “My perfect little bitch.”

You sob, barely able to breathe between the brutal thrusts. You can’t get away from him, from the camera recording every humiliating inch of you, from his friends watching.

His fingers dig into your jaw.

“Hey. Eyes on me, baby.”

You don’t listen. Your head rolls back against the seat, mouth opening in ragged gasps as he bullies his cock deeper, the thick weight of him stretching your insides raw.

He laughs.

“Fine.”

The camera moves, the view shifting as he angles it down.

“Guess I’ll just film your slutty little pussy instead.”

Your walls squeeze down in horror, and he groans, fucking into you harder.

“Oh?” He grins. “You like that? You like knowing I’m gonna watch this later and jerk off to it?”

You shake your head violently, whining into the gag, but he just shushes you, kissing your temple mockingly.

“S’okay, baby. I’ll send you a copy.”

He laughs.

“Gotta make sure you never forget who you fucking belong to.”

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When Satoru fucks, there’s two sides of him you’ll get to see. 

“Hah, such a pretty thing. Look at you, why’re you tryna run away from me, huh?” A smirk spreads across his face, his hips snapping towards yours at an alarming pace. The feeling of his throbbing cock sliding against your velvety walls has him biting back a whine, applying more pressure against your hips. Your moans are like music to his ears, only urging him on. He grabs one of your legs, throwing it against his washboard abs, hooking your leg over his shoulder. “Oh, is this a better angle, sweetheart? Yeah? You like how deep I am?” He coos, licking a slow stripe across your ankle. You could only whine at the feeling, his tip kissing your cervix softly with each thrust. It felt like he was everywhere.

“Nnghh, baby, you’re so tight-” He whimpers, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His thrusts were sloppy, his cock flushed a pretty red. You’ve been going at it for hours. The feeling of your drooling pussy, gripping him like a vice, threatens to overwhelm him. His weeping tip mushes against your sweet spot, making you let out broken whine the feeling bringing you closer to your nth orgasm of the night. “A-ah-hah, baby, you close again?” He’d murmur, a dopey smile on his face. “C-come for me, please-” He moans, hips picking up speed once more. The searing hot pleasure makes you let out a loud keening noise, clamping down on him. A high-pitched whine leaves his mouth, spilling his load into you. “Hnngh, s-so good- so good. You did s-so good.”

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please vampire gojo please one chance plsssplslsppsl on e chance

look at you.

face smashed against the cold tile, drool slicking up the surface, mascara running down your flushed cheeks. dress bunched at your waist, panties shoves to the side, legs spread wide to take everything he's giving you. he has you stretched wide around his cock, stuffed to the brim—thick veins dragging against your swollen walls, molding you to take him, to be nothing but a tight, dripping hole for him.

your boyfriend got one hand twisted in your hair, yanking you back so your spine curves perfectly for him, while the other grips your waist. you can barely think, barely breathe, each punishing thrust shoving you up on your tiptoes. “that's the last time you pull some dumb shit like that,” he grits out, dark eyes staying locked on the way your slutty cunt flutters around his cock, creamy and dripping, making a filthy mess of him every time he sinks balls-deep—slick squelching with every thrust, pussy milking him like it's desperate to be bred. his heavy balls slap against your clit, sinful and wet, sending jolts of overstimulation up your spine.

you thought he wouldn't do shit, thought you could tease him, rub up against some random loser and he would just sit there, looking all cool and composed. you didn't thought he would fuck you like a total beast in some dingy club bathroom, cock abusing that sweet little spot inside you, making you see a whole new galaxy.

“t-thought you d-didn't get jealous,” you slur through the hot tears wetting your lips.

a sharp slap stings your ass, heat blooming under his palm, making you jolt. “i don't,” he growls, hips ramming into you so hard your cheek smushes against the cold tile. 

“w-wait—”

“nah,” he grunts, dragging you back onto his cock, “slut don't get to talk.” his pace speeds up, his heavy length spearing into you making your hands slip against the wall as you scramble for anything to hold onto. your walls squeeze him so tight, pulsing around his montrous cock—mind gone, too fucked-out to do anything but take it.

his breath stutters as you tighten around him, sending a fresh pulse of pre-cum spilling deep inside you. his thrusts turn messy, erratic, grinding you into the wall like he's trying to fuck you straight through it. 

another slap lands on your ass, sharp, electric. “gonna fuck you until you're too dumb to pull this bratty attitude again.”

criminally underrated and not talked about enough, satoru using his cursed technique to fuck your cunt into oblivion. he prefers to have you on your back with your legs over his muscular shoulders. his blindfold dangling around his neck, hair messily ruffled, face flushed pink and his eyes glowing while he uses his six eyes. using his innate technique to be able to see his long, thick cock hitting that oh so great g-spot of yours. and he loves teasing the absolute shit out of you with it. pounding that spot relentlessly at a consistent pace until you’re clenching so tightly around him that he knows you’re about to cum and then he slows down to a stop. doing that over and over again, using his reverse curse technique until you’re crying and begging him to let you cream around his length. when he finally drags the tip of his cock perfectly against your g-spot while rubbing his thumb on your clit, your vision goes white. your body almost pulsating in pleasure while he gasps in admiration. watching his thick load spill inside your twitching pretty pussy, filling you to the brim as he uncontrollably moans in bliss.

a/n: nsfw, rough choso >:3, 18+ mdni!

when choso doms you for the first time, he’s a lot more than a little nervous.

terribly afraid he’s going to break you, his touches are far too delicate and soft to actually make you do anything—he simply stays on top of you, shallowly and slowly thrusting in and out as carefully as possible.

but there’s a little itch in the back of choso’s brain that he can’t seem scratch.

“how do you do this?” he sighs, dropping his forehead to rest on your shoulder. though you truly aren’t—you seem so. . bored. it bothers him he can’t elicit the same response you pull from him when you’re on top—the uncontrollable loudness and the cries of pleasure—and for some reason, he wants nothing more than that.

“what, baby?” you coo, smiling at choso’s seeming tiredness—but it’s really frustration more than anything.

“this,” choso grumbles, “you’re so good at everything and i can’t even make you feel good.”

you giggle internally for a moment. that’s what he meant, huh?

“you don’t have to be so gentle, you know,” you purr, tucking a few strands of hair behind choso’s ear, “you can be. . rough. i’m not gentle with you, am i?”

and just like that, it clicks.

choso flips you over without a second thought, immediately ramming his length into you—which feels doubled in size—fingers gripping into your hips to the point of leaving bruises. he digs so deeply inside you, hitting something that makes your legs weak—you can’t even think straight with how different the atmosphere changes within a few seconds. you attempt to push yourself up on your arms to change into some sort of proper position—yet to no avail because choso is just as quick to push you back into the mattress.

“down. . stay down,” he groans, voice dropping a few octaves, all too unusual for your boyfriend. his rough hand stays pressed between your shoulder blades, becoming heavier when he hikes a leg up to change positions.

choso’s pace is unrelenting, a constant, rough gyration that makes your head spin—you’d think he would leave at least a little room to be sweet, but he isn’t. and you absolutely love it.

you’re just as bad as him, doing everything in your power to push your hips back and meet his—though it doesn’t really do anything. choso’s crushing weight keeps you in perfect place for him, like a toy there for him to use.

understandably, your boyfriend will definitely be on top more from now on.

the trio <3