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He was so handsome, with this shirt always tight on his shoulders and lean forearms, which made you clench your thighs. He never showed his face, but it was fine. Not like you would ever meet this handsome content creator, simply uploading his outfit checks and not even considering there's a fan somewhere, having a massive crush on him. It's not like he would join your university. Not like it would turn out that he was actually... a she?
pairings: fem!Gojo x fem!Reader
content/warnings: fem! gojo, fem! reader, female gojo is masc, wlw, oral (fem receiving), face-sitting, fingering, fem! gojo is PUSSY DRUNK, whimpering, lesbian sex, flirting, also fem! suguru, kinda fluff, both fall for each other
WC: 5k
a/n: It's one of my earliest fanfictions, but was so badly written I decided to give it justice! Side story, I have a huge crush on one masc tiktoker, so this is literally the story of my life, excluding literally everything aside from watching her videos lmao.
dividers by @saradika-graphics
art by @/to_0fu (on X)
[christmas spinoff here]
"Oh fuck me," you whispered, feet curling under the sheets, as your finger scrolled to the next video.
He was there, in a full suit hugging his slutty waist and lean, muscular arms so tight, a quiet giggle escaped your lips. Your tired, bloodshot eyes looked at the clock pointing at exactly one a.m. Well, your first class was starting at ten, so you could still waste at least an hour on scrolling dumbly through his content.
Music from the next video already filled your room quietly. This time, he was wearing loose black trousers, low Martens and a blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He turned around slowly, hands in his pockets, snow-white hair just barely grazing toned shoulders. Something clenched in your belly with familiar warmth spreading within the pulsing muscles of your cunt.
Dear god, you've completly lost it!
Lying in bed and getting wet over outfit checks of some random dude.
He wasn't particularly famous either, but there indeed was a small fan circle made from women, mainly, commenting on his every video. He never showed his face, just long, milky fingers always covered with multiple rings and snowish hair, especially when posting photos of his back, and outfits ā always in the same room, always with the same light. He wasn't even a thirst trapper for gods' sake, but your finger somehow couldn't stop scrolling, eyes never resisted glancing at his tall body, strong forearms and those slutty long fingers.
Maybe you were just ovulating.
Maybe you were just a girl.Ā
But the best part?
He was definitely a student at your new university.
You saw it by chance, truly, a few days ago while attending matriculation and receiving a bunch of flyers from different university clubs. You've never planned to join one, but their members begged you too politely to reject a piece of paper pushed by them into your hands, so you came back home with a full bag and a headache.
But, oh, luck must've been on your side that day!
When the evening came, and you plunged under the bedsheets, lowering your screen light to a minimum, you noticed it.
An English club flyer ā the same one sitting crumpled in your trashbin.
You've never got out of your bed faster, rummaging through all the flyers you've just thrown away and finding one with a huge head of Shakespeare and a quote from Hamlet on the cover.
But the minute you realised that meeting your online crush wasn't just a lewd fantasy anymore, something clenched in your heart.
You started to ponder, going over the videos you saw ten thousand times. He never showed his face, but with this body and style, he couldnāt be that ugly, right? Again, it was just a simple crush, nothing more, so honestly, it didnāt even matter whether you would meet him at university or not. After all, he could just exist in your own small world, never leaving the screen of your phone.
Although the next morning, you put on your best outfit anyway. Something pretty, maybe slightly slutty, but not pushing you into whore tag on the first day, simply hugging your body in all the right places. Plush lips smelled sweetly with lip gloss, just in case someone would truly want to kiss you today. But only in case!
You knew the first day of university would be exciting, with all the students pushing through one another, corridors slightly more complicated than you'd thought andā wait, where's class 2F?
But it looked fun. Genuinely fun, especially considering that the English club had its first meeting exactly the same day!
Waiting for your first class, the room gradually filling with new students, you discreetly glanced around, checking all the men coming in. But none of them looked like him. None had white hair and broad backs, this sense of fashion and laugh that would charm you right away. Because something in your gut told you that it would!
Although it's not like you expected him to be in the same major. Oh no, it would be the worst! The sheer thought of having your crush sitting so closely made you almost sick. You would suddenly get clumsy, surely, and embarrass yourself in front of everyone, saying or doing something so stupid you wouldnāt be able to sleep in peace.Ā
A chair moved next to you, with someone's low chuckle and their body slowly sitting down. Your eyes turned away from watching the door like a hawk, glancing at a small brunette with a lollipop between her lips.
"Oh, sorry, is this seat taken?" she asked, voice low and smooth, clothes smelling slightly of smoke.
You shook your head, making space for her on a desk. "It's not, no worries."
"I'm Shoko," she said warmly with a bare nod, and you answered with your name.
Her short hair moved as she placed her chin on her hands, and eyes wandered towards the door.
"So," Shoko murmured, seeing how quickly your eyes turned to the entrance. "Who are we looking for?"
Too perceptive!
You coughed nervously, trying to hide your flushed ears.Ā "Iām sorry?"
"A crush or something? Are they on our major?" she asked, still looking at the entrance.Ā
"I donāt know. I donāt think so," you murmured, peeking at the next students coming to the classroom.
"Any clues?"
"Tall, lean, white hair, nice outfits," you said.
She laughed, rolling her tongue on a sweet lollipop and taking it out from between her lips with a pop. "What about the face?"
"Well..." you started, but words somehow stuck in your throat.
Because how would you even start this conversation? Well, there's this guy online, and his long fingers really turn me on.
Before you could've tried to explain yourself, another voice joined you from Shoko's side. "Who are we looking for?"
You quickly turned your head, and suddenly your heart skipped a beat.
All women are gorgeous, that's what you were always saying. But now you started debating whether youāve actually ever seen a gorgeous woman, because the tall, raven-haired girl sitting next to Shoko, with black lipstick and violet almond eyes, was a definition of a gorgeous woman. She looked at you curiously, with a small smile dancing in the corner of her lips and plump breasts hugged with a black long-sleeve, a few undone buttons showing a bit of her milky cleavage.
"Suguru, by the way," she extended her slim hand with long, red tips.
Oh, you were so not worthy of touching this velvety skin.
Your name somehow bubbled from your throat, barely, sounding more like a grumpy murmur rather than a flushed confession.
"Weāre looking for her crush," said Shoko casually, not even gracing the other woman with a single glance.Ā
"Weāre friends from high school," Suguru murmured, smiling softly. Then her eyes moved to the entrance. "So, what do they look like?"
And once again, you became a centre of attention, with both women, as if synchronised, looking your way.
You really didnāt want to show it, confirming your dirty thoughts about a random guy, but if weāre supposed to be friends anyway, you thought, itās better to reveal your true self now.
"Okay, so firstly, you both donāt laugh," you said seriously, taking your phone out and opening the app. "Secondly, I know how it looks, but don't laugh. A girl can dream, okay?"
And then you showed them a video. Then the second one and third, pointing at the English club flyer and trying to justify yourself with I know you canāt see his face, but⦠or I just really like how he looks, youā.
"Wait," Suguru stopped you midsentence. "He?"
"Oh boy," Shoko tried to suppress a laugh, while Suguruās mouth corners went slightly up.
"Hey!" You laughed, hitting Shokoās shoulder lightly. "You promised! Anyway, you need to go with me to the English club meeting today. I canāt do it alone. What if I see him andā"
"And do what?" Suguru wondered, too delighted, while Shoko continued to pretend like she didn't find the whole situation worth dying from a laugh.
Suguru was right.
And what would you do, aside from creaming your pants at the sight of his tightly fitting shirt?
What would you do if he were right in front of you?
Would you talk to him? Ask for a number? Maybeā
But then the professor came in, and class suddenly fell quiet.
Shoko whispered something to Suguru, she smiled, and then you felt the brunette's warm breath near your ear.Ā
"Weāll help you find him, donāt worry," she said softly, but you could still hear a hint of amusement in her voice.Ā
And they kept their words indeed, as a few hours later, you were twirling in front of your room's mirror, long, black dress cluching on your plush body tightly.
"How is it?" You asked, turning once again in front of your two new friends.
Shoko and Suguru were sitting on your bed and glancing at your way a mix of sympathy and pity. The English club meeting was planned for the evening in one of the bars close to the university, where students could get drunk for the lowest price on the most disgusting drinks humanity has ever seen. According to members, however, gathering in a bar was supposed to help new members warm up and break the ice, which, you thought, was a wonderful idea considering that getting blacked out drunk was your plan B in case the conversation with your crush went terribly.
"Babe, you really look magnificent," Shoko said, moving near the balcony to light a cigarette.
"Your thighs look fantastic in it," Suguru add, playing with a lock of her hair.
But looking at her with nothing but pure jealousy ā you wanted to be her or with her? ā words, your thighs look fantastic, clenched in your throat. As indeed they looked, hugged by a long, black skirt, with a few open buttons of her dark shirt showing a lace bra. And, oh, how big were her tits truly? Because for a whole evening your eyes couldn't leave her red-kissed lips and low, low cut in her shirt.
"Well, it doesnāt matter, what if heās a tits guy?" you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror.Ā
"Trust me, he isn't," grey smoke twirled from Shoko's mouth, when Suguru sent her a glance.
"Anyways, I think we should go if we want to find a good spot," she added, and both you and Shoko finally followed her out.
The bar was right around the corner, although it turned out to be a rather small restaurant, all reserved for todayās university clubs meeting. It was already full when you came in, with laughter and drunk voices flowing in the air. Most of the English club members were already there, but you still managed to find some empty spots, immediately filled by the three of you. You noticed, however, how big the space between you and Shoko was, as if a whole person could sit there.
"I donāt bite, you know?" you laughed, but she only sent you this cunning smile, the same one you noticed after revealing your secret.
"You don't, butā" she started, but then you heard another voice.
"Yo! Sugu, Shoko!"
So, you knew you had a thing for women.
Never dated one, but since middle school, you've known there was something about them. Desirable, you would say, exciting, even bizarre, with the way your heart was always mysteriously beating faster for your female friends, but never boys who constantly tried to flirt with your ignorant self. And the sheer fact of you never really being in a proper relationship, maybe even never enjoying sex with a man to the fullest, should give you a bit of thinking.
So you indeed loved women.
Masculine women, to be specific.
Masculine but not in a still a bit feminine, long hair and big boobs way ā rather short haircut, wide back and almost manly physique. People laughed at that, because why be attracted to women if they look like men anyway? But you couldnāt explain it, and now that she appeared on your horizon, you truly couldn't explain why your cheeks suddenly started to burn, sizzle maybe, red like cherry pie and thighs clenching under the table.
What was even worse, you recognised her.
No, him.
At least thatās what youāve been thinking from the beginning. It was supposed to be him, for God's sake. Not her, with long legs wrapped in loose black pants, a flowing blue shirt gripping her shoulders, two opened buttons, and sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was so close, you could almost see her standing right in front of you, with white hair curling at the end of her neck and bangs loosely falling on her eyes. You could almost see her piercing ocean eyes and long white lashes, fluttering under the silver eyebrow piercing.
Why have you never considered it could be a woman? Itās not like you didnāt notice how clothes fit differently around her breasts or how feminine her fingers looked. She was muscular, of course, but there were small things you just should've noticed!Ā
You werenāt disappointed, though.
Oh no, you definitely werenāt disappointed.Ā
"And you?" she suddenly asked, as if looking at you. Wait, she was looking at you.
"Iāumāwhat was theā"
"Sheās a new friend from our major," Suguru answered, saving you from the first embarrassment.
Your name slipped through with a sudden warmth hitting your cheeks.
"Pretty," she smirked, and Shoko let her right sit next to you. Oh god, youāre not making it out alive today. "Gojo Satoru, but just call me Satoru."
Satoru, you whispered, looking at her slim, extended hand, with long fingers hugged by multiple rings.
Just yesterday, you were taking out your toy to relieve yourself with the same hand in mind, and now you were supposed to touch it?
But you simply nodded, and her hand closed around yours in a tight, electrifying grip.
Then more people came, alcohol started to flow, and you were getting warmer and warmer. And Satoru was there. The centre of attention, joking so effortlessly that everyone was almost crying, smiling at other women at your table, and definitely taking more space than she should have. Her low voice was stimulating your senses, and already wet lingerie, sticking to your cunt.
You were no better than a pervert, oh god.
"What about you?" Her head suddenly turned, and you almost choked on your drink.
"IāIāmā"
She laughed and moved her body fully towards you, resting her hand on the back of your chair. You could feel her warmth and strong perfume clinging to her blue shirt, fingers mere millimetres away from the burning skin of your shoulder and thighs, definitely, definitely too close to yours. The shirt matched her ocean eyes so beautifully that you thought you would truly love to swim with her.
"Am I really that boring?" she smirked, small wrinkles appearing in the corners of her eyes.
You are honestly anything but boring! But instead, looked down on your fingers and smiled softly. "Iām sorry, I guess Iām a bit distracted today," she chuckled. "What did you just say?"
"You have fun?" she asked again, thumb slightly, barely, skimming your shoulder.
Did she just get closer to you, or you really drunk a bit too much?
"Oh, yes, although I donāt usually come to places like this," you said truthfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Yeah? Then what convinced you tonight?" Satoru grinned, leaning back with confidence.
You, you wanted to say, but just ended up biting your lips.
"I heard the drinks are good. Also, there was supposed to be some good company," you smiled, and Satoruās eyes flickered, body leaning even closer.
The air was hot and stuffy, almost choking you under the sweater you decided to wear in case of a colder evening.
You took it off.
And noticed it.
Her eyes quickly fell down to your breast spilling from a tight dress, perked nipples hugged by black material and thin straps pressing on your shoulders. A faint sigh slipped past her lips when your thigh accidentally touched hers.
"And how is it?" She whispered.
"Drinks or company?"
"Both," she replied quickly.
You laughed softly, spinning straw in your drink. Satoru watched you patiently, but you could feel the tension hanging in the air.
"Not bad," you replied, and before she could answer, you heard drunk Shoko.
"Satoruuuu, you should know thaaat y/n mistakenly took you for a guy," she laughed, and you felt your blush creeping up to your ears.
"Shoko!" you shouted, covering her mouth.
Something flickered in Satoru's eye. Curiosity? Amusement? "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, she saw your videos! You should really start adding the hashtags, women fall for you thinking youāre a maā," this time even Suguru helped you close Shokoās mouth, but the milk was already spilled.
"So you fell for me?" Satoru asked with a low voice, thumb fully pressing against your bare shoulder, almost burning a print on your skin.
Breath caught in your throat, eyes skimmed nervously between Suguru's frown and Shoko's low, drunk chuckle. Satoru's thigh touching yours, trying to keep composure and not think about the intensity of Satoru's eyes and the pressure they puts on your fast-beating heart.
"IāsorryāI need to use the bathroom," you murmured faintly, standing up and excusing yourself with embarrassment.
You werenāt drunk, maybe a bit tipsy, but your head was hot and spinning, with cheeks so red even cold water couldnāt calm them.Ā
And the worst part was that she looked so good. So handsome, even thinking about it made you wet again. With a lovely smile and strong arms, accidentally rubbing against yours, with glimmering, piercing eyes and curious glances thrown your way. You pressed your thighs together, at this point, even considering taking your pants off because what was their use if slick material was already glued to your pussy.
"Are you okay?" A low voice abruptly broke the silent bathroom filled only with your heavy breath.
You looked up at the mirror, seeing Satoru behind you. She was so tall, at least a head taller than you, and you suddenly remembered people talking about her being a part of the universityās athletic team. Just look at her legs, of course, she was a part of the athletic team!
"Um, sorry, I think Iām just drunk," you lied, looking at how she closed the distance between you two.
Her tall body stopped right behind you, just inches away, her lips lowering to your ear.
"Yeah? Let me take you back then," she whispered, gently placing hands on your waist.Ā
You froze as her chest pressed to your back, pushing you against the sink, while you watched her in the mirror for a whole time. With breath stuck in your throat, her lips brushed your warm neck, inhaling your perfumes, sweet and sticky like cotton candy. She gripped your waist tighter and put a knee between your plush thighs.
"Let me take you," she murmured, placing a delicate kiss behind your ear. "Oh, you smell so good, baby. Let me take care of you, hm?"
You felt so weak, and if not for her muscular thigh under your core and warm hands around you, your knees would give up. And it was so easy to just nod your head and let her take you out of the bathroom.
"Hey, are you okay?" Shoko asked with a worried frown, but her gaze was still a bit hazy. "Iām sorry, I didnātā"
"Sheās a bit drunk, Iāll take her home," Satoru stopped her midsentence, taking your bag in her left hand, with right never leaving your waist.
"Oh, donāt worry, we canā" Shoko started, but Suguru pinched her waist. "Sugu!" she wailed pitifully.
"Thank you, Satoru, Iām sure she needs an escort," she smiled slyly, winking your way.
But as it turned out, you didnāt go back to your dorm.
No, instead, Satoru took your hand and led you to her private apartment just around the corner, definitely too big and expensive to afford for a normal student. Her hands didnāt leave your waist even for a minute, and the peaceful quietness didnāt bother you at all when you waited for the elevator to open and enter her home.
But it began faster than you expected, because the moment your foot crossed the threshold, she pushed you against the front door and kissed like a woman starved.
Her lips were soft with a sweet aftertaste of all these fancy cocktails she just drank. With your arms around her neck, you brought her closer, and the slick noise of your tongues filled the corridor.
"You taste so fucking good," she whispered, going down to your neck and breasts, quickly taking off the dressās straps from your shoulders. It wasnāt a bra-type dress, so your tits slipped from overly tight material, right into her big hands. You felt her hitched breath and soft lips around your nipple.
"Oh god," you sighed, putting your palms in her white, soft hair.
"Just Satoru," she winked, and you couldnāt contain a snort.
She sucked, licked and left a trail of pinkish kisses all over your tits, with the other hand going up and up your soft thigh.
Then (with one arm, for gods' sake) she picked you up and took to her bedroom. You recognised it immediately: these wooden doors, a mirror right next to it, warm yellow light and a neat desk. She placed you gently on a soft bed, and you melted under her touch, when the dress left your body completely, leaving you only in cute pink panties.Ā
"Looks familiar, hm?" she murmured, but you just blushed and halfly covered your face.
Of course, the room looked familiar ā you've seen it a hundred times, and held onto this knowledge with amusement!
"Oh, baby," Satoru suddenly gasped, looking at you from a height. Well, maybe not at you, but your velvety thighs, slightly opened and tightly pressed to your belly, showing your drenched pussy. Her breath was heavy as she started unbuttoning her shirt and showed a simple white bra, covering her pretty, milky tits. You raised to touch her, but her hand quickly stopped yours.
"You first, baby, I canāt wait to taste you."
You donāt even know how and when, but you quickly found yourself hovering over her warm mouth, with your pants off and slick dripping right on her tongue.Ā
"Sit down, baby," her warm hands gently touched your hips and pulled you down. "You know I can handle your heat."
But you hesitated, because her face looked so weak next to your thighs, with an ability to easily cut off her access to oxygen if you actually sat.Ā
"Donāt underestimate me, sit properly and let me take care of you," she cooed, ocean eyes stuck in your glistering folds, drenched in your honeyed juices already dripping down her starved mouth.
And as if she wanted to prove it, her tongue lapped through your sensitive pussy, leaving you with a small gasp.
"S-Satoru, nghā" you stuttered, feeling her sucking your swollen clit, with soft moans escaping her own lips.
"Thatās it," she murmured, and you finally fully sat on her warm lips, feeling a trembling cry going right to your pudgy clit. She almost manhandled you, pulling you even more onto her starved mouth, with long fingers caressing your nipples and skimming through your whole body.Ā
She wasnāt slowing down, not even breathing at this point, just burying his nose in your pussylips, sucking your clit over and over again, and playing with a sweet bundle of nerves. The sound of her wet tongue going through your folds was so filthy, you couldnāt contain yourself from moving your hips back and forth, riding her face like a madwoman, until you felt her long fingers finally finding your spongy spot.
"Ah Toru, yes yes yes please," you moaned softly, tightening your grip on her white locks. "It feels so good, oh god"
"Come on, baby, give it to me. You look so fucking pretty on top, my pretty pretty girl," Satoru groaned, glancing at you with glittering eyes, completely and totally hazed by adoration and desire. Droplets of sweat covered her forehead, and a few strands of soft hair stuck to her furrowed brows. You gently brushed them off, feeling her tongue going even faster.
Your thighs trembled when she put her third finger in and pressed your gummy walls over and over, until you felt heat coiling in your belly. Your thighs clenched on her head even tighter, until you heard her stuttered breath. "B-Baby, ngh, I could fucking marry y-you right now mmm." And she looked so hot with these teary blue eyes, furrowed brows, lips stuck to your clit, and one hand still clenched on your thighs, helping you ride her mouth with only squelching filling the room.
Because she was sooo pussydrunk oh, lapping your folds in the most obscene way, eyeing your sweet reactions and moaning with creamy cum going down her throat. You were clenching her fingers as if you wanted to milk them fully, and maybe she was disappointed that the strap-on she recently ordered still hadn't been delivered. She didn't have anyone to use it with, but who would know that a cutie with such a sweet pussy would cross her path?
"Satoru mmm!"
She knew you were cumming, with your back arched so slutty and hips riding the hell out of her mouth, as she was ruining your soft walls and overstimulated clit. A heatwave came, and a moment later, you felt a heavenly relief, squirting all over her mouth with her eyes fluttering from the pressure your weight put on her.Ā
And before she could take a breath and still enjoy the smell of your cunt, you got off, immediately reaching for the button of her trousers, taking them off in one quick motion. She leaned on her elbows, looking down at you with a drenched face and completly lost gaze.
"I donāt think I can handle it now," she murmured, but you already put your tongue on drenched panties, sucking her clit through white material. "Baby nghā"
But same as her, your mind was still hazy when your fingers hooked on the lace and pulled it from her long legs. Your eyes locked on oh so pretty pussy and puffy lips glistening under your soft fingers.
But then you started nervously fidgeting in your place because, well, it just hit you.
"I, um, Iāve never been with a woman," you admitted, looking at her shyly.
She just smiled back, tilting her head, "Me too."
"Well, I never slept with a woman," you repeated yourself, but she just sat there, sly like a fox with slightly squinted ocean eyes.Ā
"Yeah," she added, slowly leaning towards you. She placed a soft kiss on your lips, and you could feel your creamy cum. "Me too."
You looked at her dumbstruck.
"No way. You just gave me the best orgasms Iāll probably even experience, so you will not give me a crap about never sleeping with a woman," you said, but once again lowered down to her warmth, giving her first shy, kitty lick.
Satoru moaned, her hand brushing through your hair, slightly pushing you towards her cunt.
"I ngh never had a timeāah baby," her head lolled back, and you could see muscles on her forearms tensing when she clenched her fingers on your head.
You slurped, sucked, and messily kissed her pink cunt, with a taste so heavenly you felt yourself getting soaked again. Then you added one finger and felt how tight her hole was, clenching around it and sucking you in. She was still in her white bra and half-unbuttoned shirt, but you could see, fucking god, her abs tensing when you moaned right on her clit.Ā A tremble went through her body, thighs clenched around your head as more of her honeyed juices landed on your tongue, so sweet and messy, drenching your face right down to your chin.
"Baby, look at me," she panted, and you gave her your best doe eyes, a slutty, whorish gaze, the one that made her clench around your fingers and gush even more of her slick, as you drank everything she gave you with a soft moan. "Ah fuck, so pretty pretty pretty, Iām gonna cum mmm. Iām so close, keep looking at me, baby please"
And then you felt her cunt squeezing in absolute spasms, drenching your fingers while pushing her gummy spot and lips devoured her puffy clit, trembling sweetly under your lapping tongue. She looked so pretty, with her strong, masc physique, trembling and whimpering while you were giving her the first orgasm in her life. You gave her a looong lick last time, while she was going down from her high.Ā
You both slumped onto the bed, drenched in your cums and with heavy breaths filling the room.
"It wasā" you started, but she quickly interrupted.Ā
"I was serious."
You turned your head, looking at her soft gaze.
"About?"
She turned her body towards you, leaning on her elbow.
"Well, firstly, I have never eaten a woman out. I never even properly dated anyone. Secondly, you should marry me, because I think I just got addicted to your pusā" You quickly shut her up with your hand and a rosy flush spilling on your cheeks, as she laughed quietly.
"Iāll see what I can do," you whispered, while she leaned to place a soft kiss on your lips.
And a few days later, you were once again lying in your bed, scrolling through the videos of your favourite content creator.
"Oh fuck me,' you whispered, looking at her, in this handsome red long-sleeve she just bought and, as usual, black pants hugging her lean legs. She turned around, showed her slim fingers full of rings and a black bag with a cute Digimon pin you bought for her. You checked the comments, all of them creaming over the hot guy in the video and his muscular forearms.Ā
Rock, paper, DEFINITELY scissors, you wrote, scrolling to the next video.
I was thinking about making more one-shots with fem gojo so lemme know if you want it!