Sunny

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

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You woke up the next morning with a dull pounding in your skull and your mouth painfully dry. For one merciful second, your mind was blissfully blank. Then the memories crashed over you all at once.

The dimly lit hallway.

Satoru’s tall frame pressed back against the wall.

The broken whimper that escaped his lips when your mouth found his neck.

Your own lips still felt faintly swollen, as if you could still taste the warmth of his skin—sweet, soft, and addictive. Between your thighs, a traitorous heat lingered at the mere recollection of his hardness pressing against you.

The memory refused to leave you. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his flushed face—lips swollen, eyes wide with shock and something dangerously close to desperate want. 

But it was the scent that haunted you the most. He smelled so good—deliciously masculine, soft, and unmistakably him. And now, as you lay in bed, the faint trace of his cologne still clung to your skin, inextricably entwined with your favorite vanilla fragrance.

By the time you dragged yourself to the small breakfast counter in your dorm, guilt twisted sharply in your stomach making it impossible to eat. The jealousy that had fueled your drunken courage the night before now felt pathetic and ugly in the daylight.

The chat with Satoru had been open for nearly thirty minutes. The cursor blinked mockingly at the end of another half-written message you’d already deleted twice.

Hey, about last night…

Delete.

I’m really sorry. I’ll finish the project, you won’t have to see me anymore.

Delete.

Satoru, I need to tell you something important. I know about your channel. I’m not going to tell anyone, I swear. I just—

You stopped. 

How the hell were you supposed to explain this without sounding like a complete stalker? Hey! I’ve been getting off to your videos while pretending I didn’t know it was you and then I basically attacked your neck cause the real thing was too much to resist?

You groaned, burying your face in your arms on the counter. He hadn’t texted you either. But what were you expecting him to do anyway? After what you’d done, he was probably avoiding you cause he thought you were insane. 

“Fuck” you muttered.

By the afternoon, the guilt had become unbearable. You still hadn’t texted him, instead, you forced yourself to open the shared document for the chemistry project. You tried to work for a while, adding a few clumsy notes and sources, but every sentence felt forced and meaningless. 

Shoko texted asking how you were feeling. You replied with a vague “hungover af, but alive” and quickly ignored her follow-up asking if you’d talked to “pretty eyes” yet. 

Eventually you gave up on the document, flopping onto your bed, grabbing your phone to try and write an apology one last time.

Hey. About last night… I’m really sorry. I was way too drunk and I shouldn’t have done that. Can we still work on the project? I promise I’ll keep things professional.

You didn’t send that one either. Professional. As if you hadn’t left hickeys on his neck and felt him hard against your stomach while he whimpered into your mouth.

You realized then that you were terrified of the silence between you. If you sent that message, you would be forcing him to acknowledge what happened, and you weren’t sure you could handle his rejection—or worse, his pity. You just couldn’t do it. 

You were just about to lock your phone when a notification banner slid down from the top of the screen.

⤷ blues.g uploaded a new video!                2 min ago

You knew you were a hypocrite. A massive one. You’d spent the entire day feeling guilty, writing fifty different apologies, and yet, here you were—thumb pressing on the notification before your brain could talk you out of it 

There was no title. Just a short description: from last night. 

The video started abruptly.

The camera was propped up on the sink, slightly crooked, as if he had thrown it there in a rush. Steam already filled the bathroom. Satoru stepped straight into the shower, fully naked, and the water crashed down on him immediately. His face was out of frame, but the water ran down his abs and over his impossibly hard cock.

He didn’t tease. There was none of his usual slow, shy build-up.

This was pure desperation.

His large hand wrapped around his throbbing cock and he started stroking immediately — fast, rough, almost punishing. The wet, obscene sounds of his fist flying over slick skin were loud even over the running water.

“Fuck…” he groaned, voice already wrecked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

His hand moved frantically, squeezing tight, thumb pressing hard against the sensitive head every time he stroked upward. Precum mixed with the water, making everything look deliciously slippery.

“I accepted that—fuck—invitation cause I knew you were going to be there…” he panted as hips jerking forward into his fist. “I hate these things but I just wanted to see you.”

His strokes became even faster, almost angry.

“I was trying to make up my mind to send you a text….something I would never do anyway —ahh—fuck—but then you show up in front of me looking like the prettiest fucking angel I’ve ever seen in my life and I completely forgot how to function”

His voice cracked beautifully as he twisted his wrist on the upstroke. A broken whimper escaped him, high and needy.

“I know you were drunk… I know it didn’t mean anything to you. You weren’t thinking straight, but I… fuck—”

He was breathing hard now, almost sobbing between words. He fucked his fist harder, hips snapping forward desperately. Water ran down his toned abs and over his throbbing length as he squeezed tighter.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. That vanilla is like a fucking drug. I can still smell it on my skin. You smelled so fucking good.” he whispered the last word as he leaned his forearm against the tiled wall for support “Your lips were so soft and wet… you tasted like alcohol and sweetness and I— ahh— I got so fucking hard it hurt. I came in my pants like a desperate loser. I couldn’t even move. Just sat there on the floor with your lipstick on my neck and my pants ruined like a pathetic puppy.”

A particularly filthy moan tore out of him. The camera caught everything: the way his heavy cock throbbed in his hand, the way his abs clenched, the way his knees almost buckled.

“I’m so fucking pathetic for you…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and trembling. “And I know it was nothing to you, but to me— fuck, to me it was everything. I wanted to beg you to keep going. I wanted you to push me down, sit on my face, use my cock however you wanted. I would’ve let you ride me right there in that hallway”

He let out a ragged, shuddering breath, his head dropping. 

“I wanted to cry after you left. I sat on the floor with cum in my pants and still got hard again ten minutes later just thinking about your tits pressed against me” He let out another filthy, desperate moan “—fuck—I wanted to grab them so fucking bad, wanted to bury my face between them and suck on them—ahh— please… even if you regret it, even if I’m just a mistake, use me. I don’t care how pathetic I sound.  I’ll whimper and beg and cum all over myself every time you want. Just— fuck— just let me have something.”

He was stroking so fast now the motion was almost blurry. His balls were drawn up tight, cock swollen and dark.

“I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum— fuck—!”

A loud, broken cry ripped out of him as thick, powerful ropes of cum shot against the shower wall. He kept stroking through it, moaning shamelessly, body jerking with every spurt. There was so much that even with the water running, it dripped down the tiles in messy streaks.

He stayed there for a long moment afterward, breathing hard, forehead pressed against the tile, water cascading over his trembling figure.

Then, almost like he suddenly remembered the camera existed, he reached out with a wet, shaky hand and stopped the recording.

You sat there in silence for a second, heart hammering against your ribs. 

The screen went black, leaving you staring at your own reflection. Your breath was shallow, your heart still racing, and the air around you felt thick with the heavy, lingering presence of Satoru’s confession.

He’s talking about me.

The realization slammed into you with dizzying force.

You’d spent the whole day torturing yourself, convinced you’d crossed an unforgivable line by watching his content and then kissing him. Meanwhile, Satoru had an entire secret porn channel dedicated to jerking off and whimpering for you. 

And last night, after what happened at the party, he had run straight home and broken down in the shower once again because of you.

The irony hit so hard you almost laughed, except the sound came out as a shaky exhale. For a long moment you just sat there, chest heaving, panties soaked and thighs pressed together.

Suddenly, all the guilt transformed into something hot and sharp in your chest.

Power.

This shy, sweet boy who blushed when you looked at him had been secretly obsessed with you. Filming himself falling apart for you. Begging the camera for you.

And now you knew.

A part of you wanted to close the app, to preserve the sanctity of what you’d just witnessed, but the need to see how the world reacted to your boy was too strong to ignore. You tapped it.

You read through them, a wave of possessiveness washing over you, layering itself onto that newfound sense of power.

You didn’t need to watch any more. You had seen enough. The adrenaline thrumming beneath your skin had shifted into something else entirely, no longer fueled by the video itself, but by the idea already taking shape in your mind.

Without another thought, you opened your messages and typed:

Cho. I need a favor.

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The hallway outside room 127 smelled faintly of instant ramen and laundry detergent. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you stood outside Satoru's door, your fist hovering in the air for a split second before you finally knocked.

The lock clicked.

Satoru looked exhausted. His white hair was a mess, as though he'd been dragging his hands through it for hours. Dark shadows sat beneath his eyes, and an oversized black hoodie swallowed his frame. His blue eyes widened when they landed on you.

“Can I come in?” you asked.

He swallowed, then stepped aside without a word.

The apartment was quiet. The small living room was neat enough to look recently cleaned, yet something about it still felt lived in—a mug abandoned on the table, the white hoodie tossed over the arm of the couch, the faint scent of coffee still hanging in the air. 

Satoru hovered awkwardly by the kitchen counter.

“You can... sit.”

You lowered yourself onto one end of the couch.

He remained standing for another second before sitting on the chair opposite you, hands resting on his knees, unable to meet your eyes for more than a moment.

“Do you want anything? Water? Tea...?”

You shook your head.

“No.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was suffocating.

Satoru’s knee bounced almost imperceptibly. His fingers twisted together before he forced them apart again. 

Every few seconds, he'd glance at you, only to look away the instant your eyes met.

You reached into your pocket without saying a word.

Unlocked your phone.

Opened the video.

Then, leaning forward, you placed it face-up on the coffee table between you and gently slid it across until it stopped in front of him.

He frowned, then looked down. The moment he recognized what was on the screen, every trace of color vanished from his face. 

The video replayed from where you’d left it paused.

The shower. His voice. His hand.

Slowly—almost fearfully—his gaze lifted to yours. His expression was pure panic.

You held his eyes for a long moment before finally speaking.

“Were you filming yourself while thinking about me, Satoru?”

the song that started playing in my head after the ending

1- I'm sorry

2- bro is so famous he got 248 likes in like 10 minutes

3- that ""smau"" took SO long to make. I hated every second of it. it doesn't make ANY SENSE but I needed to do it.

4- actually I'm not sorry

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A high-pitched whimper escaped gojos lips, as his cuffed hands banged against the headboard. Those two were the only noises in the quiet room, as you fucked yourself dumb on his cock.

“A-ahh..baby please-slow down” Satoru helplessly whined out, “mmh fuck I didint even-didint even think that she was flirting with me..ah~“

“Bullshit” you mutter.

Your warmth abruptly disappears from his cock, leaving him whining, thrusting up after you, longing for any sort of contact with your tight hole again.

Looking down at his length, that’s covered in the mixture of your juices head to balls, you take him into your hand rolling his mushroom tip back and forth from your sensitive bud to your opening a couple times, before swiftly slamming back onto him.

“you except me to believe that you didin’t notice she was flirting with you, Satoru?” You spit out in jealousy, recalling all the events from earlier that night. which caused you to start grinding on his cock even harder. the sound of the handcuffs clanking against the bed’s wooden headboard, as Satoru attempts to free himself for the thousandth time today.

“Quit being a little bitch Toru, ur not getting those off” you mumble, referring to the cuffs digging into his wrist “please baby.. just let me-let me touch you im begging”

“Nmmh no, go touch that girl from earlier~aah.. you were so eager to speak to her after all” you spit out, a tone lower than before, attempting to ignore the knot forming in your stomach from all this stimulation.

“Besides I hope you know a few sweet words won’t get you out of this” you earn a slight groan out of him.

The shift of his answers getting shorter and pathetic moans getting louder dosent go unnoticed by you, this signaled that he was getting close. So naturally, you pull yourself off of him once more, leaving him whiny and leaky.

“Mmhh fuckkk~ mh baby no that’s just mean, don’t do that pl-please” he stutters out, voice filled with desperation.

“What was that” you ask him innocently, “just let me come, please” he says in frustration, looking fucked out, like he’s about to seriously cry over this.

You pretend to consider his wish for about half a second, while moving yourself onto his thigh.

When your wet pussy comes into contact with his thigh. He slightly thrusts into the air on instinct, groaning when his needy cock gets no friction, “Awwh, someone’s needy” you tease while looking at his flushed red tip and balls so full that it looks painful. “Pathetic,” you whisper.

“You’re right, fuck baby, yes I’m pathetic, I’m desperate, I’m whatever you want me to be just..please, please sit back on my cock” his tear rimmed bright blue eyes half open gazing into yours.

A wicked grin appears on your face, payback time.

“no”.

You slowly start grinding on his muscly thigh, your puffy clit rubbing against his perfectly pale skin. leaving a trail of your slick behind.

You grasp onto gojos shoulder, as your fingers dig into his skin, leaving behind crescent marks. “mmh fuckk..” You whimper while continuing grinding at a steady pace, eyes rolling back “Like what you see Satoru?” You ask, knowing his answer without even having to look up at him.

“Oh, I fucking love it” he says, not a gram of shame in his voice. He openly stares at your current state, eyes rolled back, tits carefully bouncing, baby hair stuck to your forehead by sweat, mascara slightly smudged underneath your eyes. you look like a mess, like a fucked out mess. To him though you look perfect.

“Do you regret what u did?” You question breathlessly

“Mhm yes-yes every second of it, I’m an idiot. Fuck, please I’ll do anything , just keep going beautiful”

His desperate words tie the knot in your stomach tighter, as you start riding his thigh in a faster manner. Satoru always knows what to say to make u fold, and as great as it is, it fucking pissed you off at times like this.

Moaning like a mess while gojo takes his last stretch, inching his mouth towards your fat tits. Taking you sensitive nipple into his mouth you lean into his touch, arching your back as his jelly tounge starts sucking and playing with your nipple. your hand makes its way into his soft white hair, tugging at the roots knowing it will get a moan out of him.

The vibration of his moans sends a jolt through your body, your nipple still clasped in between his plump lips. You look down at him just to be met with his bright eyes glued onto you.

“Ahh toru f’me im so close so clos-“

Splitting from your nipple with a slight pop sound, a string of spit remains the only thing connecting his mouth to you “Come for me pretty, come on my thigh and mark it yours” Satoru utters, winded, completely lost in the moment.

And with that the knot in your stomach loosens completely, as your orgasm rips though you. Painting satorus thighs with yourself, you continue riding through your orgasm, shamelessly moaning as you do so.

Thighs shaking around his, you bury your face into his shoulder, panting while you’re coming down from your high.

“You did so well my love, gave me a show I’ll never forget” gojos cocky voice snaps you back into reality.

You can practically feel his smirk as he speaks.

He cannot be serious.

Looking up at him his hands still restrained above his head, eyes wide looking at you, like your a sight he never wants to forget.

You move off of his thigh and almost immediately gojos voice, laced with arrogance comes through.

“My turn now pretty?”

His question almost makes you laugh. Standing up from the bed altogether, you quickly grab one of his shirts to cover yourself.

“Y/nnn?” He asks confused, getting you to snap your head back his direction “oh right,” you reply, voice dripping with sarcasm, like u forgot something.

Reaching into the night stand near the bed, you grab tiny keys from the inside moving towards him, freeing his hands “next time be good, and maybe if I’m feeling generous I’ll let you come”.

A/N: Hahahaha what a loser

Credits to whoever made these diveders

cw: explicit sexual content. boy best friend.ᐟ gojo x fem virgin.ᐟ reader. smut w/ plot. dry humping, fingering, oral (f/receiving). gojo gets lost in the sauce.

song: lowkey—rochelle jordan

(part one ‹𝟹 part two)

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your heart is in your throat as you glance over at your best friend. he’s slouched in your desk chair, drumming his fingers on the arm rest with one hand, pinching his eyes with the other.

“let me get this straight,” he says. lets out a heavy breath from his nostrils. when he looks up, the usual cerulean blue of his irises is impossibly brighter. kinda like they’re… glowing.

“you want me to take your virginity?”

you twiddle your thumbs almost comically. glance up at your chandelier, before meeting his eye again.

“well… yeah.”

gojo drops his head into his hands, knee bouncing while he groans, sounding almost pained. he murmurs something beneath his breath that sounds vaguely like “gonna fucking kill me,” before he sits back in his seat.

“y/n,” he says evenly, although his knee is still jolting his body. “i don’t think you understand what you’re asking me.”

you instantly narrow your eyes at his tone. the way he’s talking to you like an innocent little girl, rather than the grown woman that you are. you stand up from your bed and walk over him. watch the way he catalogues your legs in your tiny lounge shorts. your tits in your tank top. you stop in front of him, close enough that your knees brush against his sweats.

it takes him a second to drag his eyes away from your hard nipples, and up to yours.

“i’m asking you to fuck me, toru.” you tilt your head. “do i have to make it any clearer than that?”

he groans, a pathetic little noise that gets caught in his throat. presses his knuckles to his lips. “y/n, don’t.”

“c’mon man,” you whine. “i don’t want some random asshole to have the satisfaction of saying he ‘cracked ms. untouchable’ or some revolting shit like that.”

you notice his jaw clench—you’ve hit a nerve. you can tell you only need to push a little more.

so you climb onto his lap, straddle his thighs and drape your arms over his shoulders.

“you wouldn’t do that to me, would you, toru?” your faces are inches apart, which is why this time, you see the way his eyes flash close up. “you’d take care of me.”

his hands fall to your ass almost instinctively, gripping the soft flesh. his throat works as he swallows, and you feel him growing hard between your legs. you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning in early victory.

“y’know, i always wanted it to be you,” you murmur as you lean in closer, purposefully shifting your hips so that your cunt grinds against him. “‘ve always imagined what you’d feel like inside me.”

his head lolls back against the headrest, white hair falling over his eyes, perfectly white teeth pulling his plump lower lip between them. you shift your hips again, feeling the way his erection twitches between your legs.

“fuck,” he whispers, looking between your eyes like he’s searching for an answer. for even a spec of hesitation.

“you deserve someone gentle for your first time, doll,” he tells you softly, even as he begins to subconsciously guide your hips on his own, rocking them against him and building that liquid fire in your pelvis. “y’deserve someone better than me.”

your brows draw down in mock confusion. “who else’s cock could possibly be better than the greatest’s?”

you witness the moment his last thread of control snaps, feel his hand at the back of your head, and then his lips pressed against yours.

he was right. he isn’t gentle. he kisses you like you’re oxygen, like he needs you to live. his tongue licks into your mouth greedily as he presses you impossibly close, hips bucking up against your pussy. you moan into his mouth, tug at the short white hair at the base of his neck while he slides his hand up one leg of your shorts to grip your ass.

“tell me to stop, y/n,” he says desperately, lips kissing along your jaw, down the length of your throat. “you need to stop me before i take it too far.”

in response, you pull back. cross your arms at the base of your shirt. when you fold it over your head, leaving your bare chest on display for him, you think gojo might pass out. his gaze flicks from your chest, to your eyes, before he leans in like a man possessed and sucks your nipple into his mouth.

you whimper, head falling back as you thread your fingers through his white strands, holding him against you. he hums noisily, pulls off with a wet pop! before giving attention to your other breast.

“holy fuck, baby,” he mumbles between sloppy licks that make you arch your chest into his mouth. “y’ve been holding out on me all these years, huh?”

you smile, but your features melt into an frown of utter pleasure when gojo pulls your shorts to the side so that your bare cunt drags along the fabric of his pants, dampening it in seconds. his fingers stroke dangerously close to your needy hole—then you feel the tip of his finger, dragging up from your opening to your clit, smearing the arousal over your bud.

he breaks away from your chest, looks up so that he can watch the way your face twists when he sinks the tip of his index finger, only up to the first knuckle, into your tight hole. you gasp, hips stuttering and jerking up against your will at the foreign feeling. he plants a soft kiss between your breasts, and you relax, lower yourself back down so that his finger slides further in, until it’s disappeared up to the second knuckle.

he doesn’t say anything, just watches you closely, waiting for you to adjust to your first time being filled.

“toru,” you say quietly, leaning down to brush your lips against his.

he pecks them before he responds, “yeah, baby?”

your cheeks heat ever so slightly. “not enough. i-i wanna feel your cock inside me. please.”

his eyes roll back in his head as he closes them, and drops his forehead to your chest. curses beneath his breath. when he slips his finger out of you, you feel strangely empty. he grips your ass with both hands again, stands up, and walks you over to the bed.

you lock your legs around his waist, keep them there even as he lies you down on the bed gently. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down to yours.

you feel him kick off his slippers—the pair of house shoes you keep in your dorm for him—while his tongue explores your mouth. watch him when he breaks the kiss to yank his shirt over his head. feel his bulge nudge your clit with every drag of his hips.

“ughhmigod, y/n, i can’t believe—” he chokes, hips rutting into yours, the both of you breathless. “tell me you want this, baby”

“i told you—”

“tell me again.”

he sucks the soft spot at the base of your jaw and you moan, “holy fuck, i want it, toru. hurry u—”

he makes a sound you’ve never heard from him before, close to a growl as he stands up. roughly shoves down his sweats and boxers in one go. his cock springs free, thick and fully erect. it slaps against the dusting of white hair trailing his lower stomach, and you bite back a whimper.

your best friend is standing in front of you. fully. naked.

the look in his eye can only be described as wild as he reaches for the waist of your shorts, slides them down your legs.

you aren’t wearing any panties.

satoru looks up to the ceiling, scrubs a hand down his face, before his bright eyes meet yours.

“spread ‘em, doll,” he says, voice dangerously low.

you didn’t make it this far to back out now. so, you do. it’s the first time you’ve spread your legs for an audience. you watch, heart thumping in your chest as satoru just stares, and stares, and stares at your bare cunt. you fight the urge to snap your legs shut.

he looks like he’s in a trance when he finally climbs back onto the bed. easily repositions your body like you weigh nothing. he shifts until he’s lying flat on his stomach, and you sit up on your elbows to watch him lower his head to the space between your thighs.

“toru…” you breathe.

but whatever you were gonna say gets caught in your throat when he sucks your clit into his mouth. you moan, loudly, embarrassingly, as your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back. you buck your hips and he eases off the pressure, instead flattens his tongue, shakes his head from side to side, like he’s motorboating your pussy.

you collapse onto your back, body arching, hips writhing, pussy grinding against his face. he clutches the soft flesh where hip meets thigh with one hand—you feel the other poking at your opening again.

it slips in with no resistance this time.

“oh my fuck, satoru,” you whine. “i’m—ffuuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

he hums in acknowledgment, tongue flicking faster against your centre of pleasure, sloppy, wet, ravenous sounds as his saliva combines with the pool of wetness at your opening. he pushes a second finger in. curls them both upwards. electric heat shoots up your spine, and you see stars behind your eyelids.

your back arches off the bed as you orgasm harder than you ever thought possible, toru’s name on your lips like a prayer you can’t quite manage to spit out. you don’t breathe for at least five seconds as your best friend groans against your pussy, strokes your cervix with long, slender fingers.

when he doesn’t let up, even past the after waves of pleasure have run their course, you whimper, too sensitive. you push the heel of your foot into the muscle of his shoulder, shoving him away. tapping out.

toru looks up, hair disheveled, pussy-drunk, and eyes definitely glowing.

you wet your lips with your tongue, and watch him trace the movement.

“i s-see your years of—mmngh, of fucking around have paid off,” you pant.

he offers you his signature smirk. “yeah. and i’ve achieved the ultimate goal of making my best friend cum on my face.”

he bites your inner thigh, close to your spent pussy, and you lazily fold your legs shut.

“looks like babys tired,” he pouts. “let me get you in the shower, doll.”

your brows furrow. “you didn’t get to cum.”

toru’s smirk spreads into an infuriatingly handsome grin. he sits up, and you push yourself back up onto your elbows.

that’s how you get to see his semi-hard dick hung heavy between his toned legs, pointing like an arrow leading directly to the wet spot on your pink sheets. your eyes trail to the smear of cum painting his lower abdomen.

“don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he crawls forward, body hovering over yours while he plants a kiss on your forehead. “you go start up the shower while i change the sheets. i’ll come scrub you clean.”

“but—” you start.

“next time, princess,” he tells you. “you aren’t quite ready for the greatest’s cock yet.”

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a/n: wait chat i’m lowkey ferallll over this, that last line got me biting at the bars of my window (i know i wrote it but my mind has a mind of its own i am TELLING you) shii anyway how many times can i write us receiving sloppy head before i run out of descriptive words and positions (i’m manifesting that shit)

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