YEONJUN's Mixtape Intro Film

YEONJUN's Mixtape Intro Film

dis·con·nect

/ˌdiskəˈnek(t)/ verb to break the connection of or between.

𝄃𝄃. 𝄃 or.𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃 ⌗𖹭

noun an instance of disconnecting or being disconnected.

✦ starring ⌞yawnzzn⌝. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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This is a masterpiece

  𖢅 ིྀུ⠀  ͟ ͟͟✧͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ #⃝ 1-8-0-0

  𝗁𝗈𝗍   𝗇   𝖿𝗎𝗇 ‎  ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰͟͟͟͟    ──🗡️──    

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oh my goshhhh

I'm sure we're taller

in another dimension

you're tired of moving your

body's aching .

♪ ׅ 𝄞𓏼 ࿔ 𓈒 ￮ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒

so good at writing smut, genuinely like no other i swear

Thinking about overstimming Gojo Satoru to the point where he's losing control of his powers.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until that smart mouth of his can't let out anything but wet, little gurgles of your name. His long, white lashes are batting shut with each stroke of your hand up and down his twitch shaft. He's so weighty, so hot. Glistening wet and such a pretty pink that matches his raw lips.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until all he can do is throw his head back, abs flexing when his toned hips tremble up, up, up-

"Oh, sweetheart..." he's letting out such drawn-out whines, voice husky with how much he's been moaning and groaning your name all night. And each cute whimper is accompanied by a hitched breath, a bolt of tiny blue lightning sparking at the corners of his glassy, wide eyes.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until the silky sheets underneath his large hands are bursting at the pressure of his jujutsu. Until you could faintly feel the thrum of power in the air with each and every syrpy coat of his precum down your wrist.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until he thinks he can't cum - but he can. You know he can, and you'll prove it to him. Rolling your heavenly palms faster and faster down his jerky length.

Overstimming Gojo Satoru until he doesn't even know what's going on. Doesn't realize the flashes of purple glistening at the very tips of his fingers, the uncomfortable tension in the air from particles charging. Doesn't even see the way the lights go out, bursting into nothingness - in all of Tokyo, maybe even the entirety of Japan - because he's cumming, spilling milky, velvety rope after rope to drizzle all over your waiting hand. Over and over and- fuck, why does he want to do it all over again?