Under your skin; baekyeol
Title: Under your skin
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Wordcount: 2288w
Warning: it's a shameless pwp, and also unbetaed
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: birthday gift for Fergie, who asked for college!au. sorry if there's more only smut and i'm almost two months late. the prompt is this one from baekyeolprompts
Summary: Chanyeol is tired of Baekhyun reducing him to an overexcited mess with just a flick of his pretty fingers, and finds a way to take revenge.
Annoying. Byun Baekhyun is fucking annoying, the little shit. There’s nothing Chanyeol loathes more than Baekhyun’s tongue. Maybe only his hands. The problem, with Baekhyun, is that the little shit knows what he’s doing.
Chanyeol doesn’t know how things have come to this. When he met Baekhyun, long before they started being exclusive, he was the more experienced, ok? He totally was. He could make every girl in the Law department fall on their knees just with a cock of one of his perfect eyebrows. All his sexiness must have rubbed on Baekhyun, there’s no other explanation. No, wait, things are even worse. Baekhyun sucked his sexual prowess out of him with his devilish lips.
“Damn Byun Baekhyun, I knew there was a sneaky reason behind his desire to suck me that often!”
Next to him, Jongdae gags. “Too much. I didn’t need to hear that.”
“Excuse me, what did you think we were doing for the past three years in our room, Jongdae? Playing cards? I was obviously giving him the time of his life.”
Chanyeol turns to throw a bucket of dramatic accusations on top of Baekhyun’s head, but breath catches in his throat before he can even get the first word out. Baekhyun looks delicious. Tastier than caramel and chocolate. When the boy intercepts Chanyeol’s startled gaze, he just shrugs. Like everything is normal, like he didn’t spend the last two hours wandering around the campus wrapped in Chanyeol’s hoodie.
“You have something mine,” he mutters, utterly unable to detach his eyes from the column of Baekhyun’s neck, his mind supplying him with an intense wish to move the collar of the hoodie and drop a kiss on Baekhyun’s collarbone, on the sun kissed skin.
“You mean all of myself? ‘Cause I’m all yours, cowboy.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and Baekhyun drops next to Chanyeol, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Chanyeol’s whole body jolts when he feels his lips near his ear. “Could you please stop that, Byun? I don’t want to see exactly how much are you making him happy.”
Baekhyun only laughs, and nuzzle Chanyeol’s neck with his nose. This time Chanyeol manages to suppress the moan, but this is becoming ridiculous. If it goes on…
He can’t even finish the thought that Baekhyun is hugging him, his hand sneaking o the fabric f the shirt to touch a nipple while he purrs in Chanyeol’s ear like a needy kitty.
Something curls in his belly and he snaps, pushing Baekhyun away before he gets up and runs towards the bathroom, not even bothering to say goodbye to his friends.
To say that he feels pretty frustrated in an understatement. This isn’t even the first time that Baekhyun manages to make him hard in less than five fucking minutes, just being there and being himself.
Chanyeol wraps his hand around his cock, willing for the ghost of Baekhyun’s touch on his skin to fade. Thinking about it only makes him more mad. He remembers the first time he had touched Baekhyun, the wonder, the amazement in his eyes. Baekhyun is a fast learner and now he left Chanyeol eating his dirt. He fists himself tighter. He wants to bring that back, the feeling of being in control, something that Baekhyun stripped from Chanyeol’s body with his insistent hands.
He feels delirious, and maybe nauseous, because even if it makes him needy and weak, Baekhyun’s touch is what he needs. Coming on his own, with Baekhyun’s name on his lips and his warmth far away, isn’t what he wants. He’s almost reached completion when an abrupt knock on the door shatters his concentration. He ignores the sound, focusing on the slick pressure around his dick, but the knocking comes again, more insistent this time.
“I know you’re in there, Chanyeol. And I also know what you’re doing.” It’s Baekhyun’s smug voice. Oh, the little bastard came here to admire the results of his handiwork. Chanyeol speeds up, at least Baekhyun can make himself useful dirty talking him from behind the door.
“Aren’t you ashamed? Doing such dirty things inside a school bathroom, ewww. Don’t you have any self-control?”
The hollow echo of Baekhyun’s cocky laugh hasn’t disappeared yet, when Chanyeol kicks the door open and drags Baekhyun inside.
“Put your fucking mouth to a good use,” he says, before shoving Baekhyun on his knees. He’d like to think that showing a little anger is enough to shut his boyfriend down, but to tell the truth, seeing Chanyeol’s frustration, the little beads of sweat on his neck, the redness in his cheeks, the way his dick twitches at the mere sight of Baekhyun’s infuriating face, makes Baekhyun smile even wider. He laughs against the length of Chanyeol’s erection, keeps his hips still with pretty hands to avoid being choked, and licks come from his lips and the shell of his mouth when Chanyeol finishes in his throat.
“Well, that was really fun-”
Chanyeol doesn’t stay to let him finish the sentence. The shiver in his back has been more enough warning that he needs to get at least three miles between him and Baekhyun if he doesn’t want to have another hard problem between his legs.
Chanyeol is angry. It seems like Baekhyun has been training him to have a hard-on any time he’s in sight. The first times he thought it was a fluke, but now it’s more a matter of how much it’ll take Baekhyun to make him run to the closest bathroom to take the matter in his own hands. The most infuriating, pathetic thing is that Baekhyun not always joins him and Chanyeol must bite his tongue not to beg him through kakaotalk to move his damn delectable ass and help him.
In his dreams, Baekhyun is even more than a tease. Chanyeol can’t even see his face, but there’s a burning desire in his chest, something he’s never felt. A compulsive instinct to restrain his boyfriend and make him beg, just like Chanyeol does on a daily basis already. It comes to the point that his friends are noticing something is off, when Chanyeol starts to think that maybe he should do something about it. However, the solution comes suddenly, and in the most unexpected way.
He’s dressing for soccer practice, a weekly duty that they only perform because every single one of them has the hots for the captain of the other team of the neighbourhood. Baekhyun is dressing too, lazily, because he’s just woken up. Baekhyun is cute when he’s sleepy, with his little eyes droopy and half-closed and his nose all scrunched up. It takes at least two hours for Baekhyun to wake up properly, and the minutes after getting up are the worst. He stumbles like a drunk man, lingering for a moment too long on every flat surface, almost like he’s planning to send his best regards to everything else and lie down there and take a short nap that will last for at least for four hours. Another funny thing about drowsy Baekhyun is that he has an inner radar for heat, so after having faltered and bounced on every wall of the room he ends up on Chanyeol, and his nose is still sniffing, and there’s a whine wrapped at the back of his throat. Chanyeol wants nothing more than to put him back to bed, but he ends up helping him to put some clothes on, because Lu Han is already texting them the time and the place, and if they don’t rush a bit they’ll be late.
“Ch’yeol,” mutters Baekhyun, almost as if drunk, “donwanna,” and Chanyeol has to turn him over quickly to try to fit his entire torso in a clean shirt. It doesn’t know how it happens, one minute he’s forcing the fabric down Baekhyun’s hips, a breathe later Baekhyun is clinging on him like vine and crying on his ears.
He pushes him on the bed, starting to feel a little hopeless. “Hey, baby, calm down, we have to go, you know how Lu Han is…”
He lays his hand on Baekhyun’s stomach, trying to flatten the wrinkles on the shirt, but Baekhyun jerks again and turns his face to the side. Chanyeol looks at his face, trying to find the cause of his discomfort, but what he sees leaves him breathless. Baekhyun is red, all red, like someone has turned on a switch to make his skin change colour, and his lips are hanging open in a mute request. He tries to brush his hand against Baekhyun’s stomach again and he receives a wrecked pant.
“Oh,” he only says, “wow.”
He tries to do it again, but Baekhyun swats his hand away, rolling over.
“We must go, or we’ll be late,” he says under his breath.
“Wait a moment,” he says, dots connecting in his head, “what was that?”
“I’m going to use the bathroom,” Baekhyun cuts him off, but Chanyeol is not having any of it. Not today. He can’t lose his time, his dick in on the line. That’s why Chanyeol decides to pay Baekhyun back and start to play dirty. He manages to grab Baekhyun’s collar, the shirt is still all wrinkled up and offers a good holding place, and before the other boy can complain, he puts his mouth on his neck. He feels Baekhyun’s full body shiver from where he’s pressed up against his body, then Baekhyun goes lax against him.
“Do you still want to go to practice?” he asks, low. One of his hands sneaks under Baekhyun’s tee-shirt, fingers scratching his bellybutton lightly, and Baekhyun has to put both hands in front of his mouth to hold the sounds inside his mouth.
“So, this was your big secret?”
Anger looks pretty on Baekhyun. Chanyeol is sure that if he wasn’t covering his mouth with both hands, biting on the skin, a lot of curses and bad words would escape along with wrecked moans. He takes both Baekhyun’s hands, they’re so tiny and perfect, and they shakes with frantic desperation inside the cage of his grasp. It’s funny, to have Baekhyun like this, without his defences. He’s too sleepy to put a good fight, too transparent. Chanyeol can see the arousal in his eyes.
He lowers his head and dips his tongue inside Baekhyun’s bellybutton, and the body under his own thrashes even though he’s pinning it to the sheets with all his weight.
Somewhere, on the floor, their phones are vibrating, Lu Han probably going mad because not only they’re late, but they’re not even thinking about answering. And everybody will guess what they're doing and tease them about it tomorrow.
Chanyeol bites on the soft skin of Baekhyun’s tummy, letting go of the captive hands to curl his fingers around Baekhyun’s neck, tickling his sensitive nape. Baekhyun bucks from the double stimulation. His cock juts against Chanyeol’s navel, hard and hot.
Chanyeol files away every reaction, even the littlest sounds, the irregular pace of Baekhyun’s breathing, reading Baekhyun’s body like a map, his weaknesses a treasure to discover with his teeth and nails.
“Your bellybutton and your nape. Where else should I bite to make you come untouched, Byun Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun swears and hisses, showing his teeth. If Chanyeol was near his mouth, he’d bite him. But he’s too far gone to protest, his limbs are too lax, his mind too clouded. Baekhyun before coffee is an easy prey, and Chanyeol has been dreaming of this moment for the past months.
The slide inside Baekhyun’s body is fast, slick from lube, even without preparation. Baekhyun is loose and relaxed. When Chanyeol feels him tense, his walls going painfully tight in discomfort around Chanyeol’s cock, a swipe of his hand on Baekhyun’s stomach, fingers teasing the bellybutton and breath warm against his nape, are all it takes to untangle his knots.
Chanyeol doesn’t even have to ask him to beg, because Baekhyun is too far gone to realise he’s been doing it for the past few minutes.
“Tell me how can I make you feel better,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun shakes his head, eyes closed and tears prickling at the corner, ready to spill on rosy cheeks. “You’ve tortured me for weeks, it’s only fair you give me some leverage over you too. Tell me, or I’ll slow down. I can lick your stomach for hours, make you writhe and cry without giving you release.”
“I wouldn’t let you,” says Baekhyun, but there’s desperation, more than challenge, in his eyes.
“Tell me,” repeats Chanyeol, and Baekhyun trashes against him and hides his head in the pillow as he whispers fragmented words.
“Again, I couldn’t hear you,” and there’s rage in Baekhyun’s eyes, but he’s also incredibly turned on. “Again.”
“Fuck you, my wrist. My wrist,” says Baekhyun, and Chanyeol smiles so hard he can feel his face crack at the edges.
Baekhyun comes, untouched, with Chanyeol’s lips latched onto the inner skin of his wrist, where the intricate lace of blue veins stains the pale skin. Chanyeol doesn’t take long to follow him, feeling satisfied and proud of himself.
“Just to make things clear, you knowing my weak points doesn’t make things different. I’m still going to make you cream your pants every time we’re in public. It’s what you deserve, after all, for flirting with every breathing creature in campus. Your ruses only worked because I was still sleepy and weak, and you cheated. Not fair, Park Chanyeol.”
Annoying. Byun Baekhyun is fucking annoying, the little shit. There’s nothing Chanyeol loathes more than Baekhyun’s tongue. Maybe only his hands. The problem, with Baekhyun, is that the little shit knows what he’s doing. The problem, for Baekhyun, is that now Chanyeol can fight him with his own weapons.
A/N: well, there's nothing i can say. just your regular bad quality porn. sorry fergie this was the best i could do, love you ♥
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Rating: NC17
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Wordcount: 2288w
Warning: it's a shameless pwp, and also unbetaed
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Notes: birthday gift for Fergie, who asked for college!au. sorry if there's more only smut and i'm almost two months late. the prompt is this one from baekyeolprompts
Summary: Chanyeol is tired of Baekhyun reducing him to an overexcited mess with just a flick of his pretty fingers, and finds a way to take revenge.
Annoying. Byun Baekhyun is fucking annoying, the little shit. There’s nothing Chanyeol loathes more than Baekhyun’s tongue. Maybe only his hands. The problem, with Baekhyun, is that the little shit knows what he’s doing.
Chanyeol doesn’t know how things have come to this. When he met Baekhyun, long before they started being exclusive, he was the more experienced, ok? He totally was. He could make every girl in the Law department fall on their knees just with a cock of one of his perfect eyebrows. All his sexiness must have rubbed on Baekhyun, there’s no other explanation. No, wait, things are even worse. Baekhyun sucked his sexual prowess out of him with his devilish lips.
“Damn Byun Baekhyun, I knew there was a sneaky reason behind his desire to suck me that often!”
Next to him, Jongdae gags. “Too much. I didn’t need to hear that.”
“Excuse me, what did you think we were doing for the past three years in our room, Jongdae? Playing cards? I was obviously giving him the time of his life.”
Chanyeol turns to throw a bucket of dramatic accusations on top of Baekhyun’s head, but breath catches in his throat before he can even get the first word out. Baekhyun looks delicious. Tastier than caramel and chocolate. When the boy intercepts Chanyeol’s startled gaze, he just shrugs. Like everything is normal, like he didn’t spend the last two hours wandering around the campus wrapped in Chanyeol’s hoodie.
“You have something mine,” he mutters, utterly unable to detach his eyes from the column of Baekhyun’s neck, his mind supplying him with an intense wish to move the collar of the hoodie and drop a kiss on Baekhyun’s collarbone, on the sun kissed skin.
“You mean all of myself? ‘Cause I’m all yours, cowboy.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and Baekhyun drops next to Chanyeol, leaning over to kiss his cheek. Chanyeol’s whole body jolts when he feels his lips near his ear. “Could you please stop that, Byun? I don’t want to see exactly how much are you making him happy.”
Baekhyun only laughs, and nuzzle Chanyeol’s neck with his nose. This time Chanyeol manages to suppress the moan, but this is becoming ridiculous. If it goes on…
He can’t even finish the thought that Baekhyun is hugging him, his hand sneaking o the fabric f the shirt to touch a nipple while he purrs in Chanyeol’s ear like a needy kitty.
Something curls in his belly and he snaps, pushing Baekhyun away before he gets up and runs towards the bathroom, not even bothering to say goodbye to his friends.
To say that he feels pretty frustrated in an understatement. This isn’t even the first time that Baekhyun manages to make him hard in less than five fucking minutes, just being there and being himself.
Chanyeol wraps his hand around his cock, willing for the ghost of Baekhyun’s touch on his skin to fade. Thinking about it only makes him more mad. He remembers the first time he had touched Baekhyun, the wonder, the amazement in his eyes. Baekhyun is a fast learner and now he left Chanyeol eating his dirt. He fists himself tighter. He wants to bring that back, the feeling of being in control, something that Baekhyun stripped from Chanyeol’s body with his insistent hands.
He feels delirious, and maybe nauseous, because even if it makes him needy and weak, Baekhyun’s touch is what he needs. Coming on his own, with Baekhyun’s name on his lips and his warmth far away, isn’t what he wants. He’s almost reached completion when an abrupt knock on the door shatters his concentration. He ignores the sound, focusing on the slick pressure around his dick, but the knocking comes again, more insistent this time.
“I know you’re in there, Chanyeol. And I also know what you’re doing.” It’s Baekhyun’s smug voice. Oh, the little bastard came here to admire the results of his handiwork. Chanyeol speeds up, at least Baekhyun can make himself useful dirty talking him from behind the door.
“Aren’t you ashamed? Doing such dirty things inside a school bathroom, ewww. Don’t you have any self-control?”
The hollow echo of Baekhyun’s cocky laugh hasn’t disappeared yet, when Chanyeol kicks the door open and drags Baekhyun inside.
“Put your fucking mouth to a good use,” he says, before shoving Baekhyun on his knees. He’d like to think that showing a little anger is enough to shut his boyfriend down, but to tell the truth, seeing Chanyeol’s frustration, the little beads of sweat on his neck, the redness in his cheeks, the way his dick twitches at the mere sight of Baekhyun’s infuriating face, makes Baekhyun smile even wider. He laughs against the length of Chanyeol’s erection, keeps his hips still with pretty hands to avoid being choked, and licks come from his lips and the shell of his mouth when Chanyeol finishes in his throat.
“Well, that was really fun-”
Chanyeol doesn’t stay to let him finish the sentence. The shiver in his back has been more enough warning that he needs to get at least three miles between him and Baekhyun if he doesn’t want to have another hard problem between his legs.
Chanyeol is angry. It seems like Baekhyun has been training him to have a hard-on any time he’s in sight. The first times he thought it was a fluke, but now it’s more a matter of how much it’ll take Baekhyun to make him run to the closest bathroom to take the matter in his own hands. The most infuriating, pathetic thing is that Baekhyun not always joins him and Chanyeol must bite his tongue not to beg him through kakaotalk to move his damn delectable ass and help him.
In his dreams, Baekhyun is even more than a tease. Chanyeol can’t even see his face, but there’s a burning desire in his chest, something he’s never felt. A compulsive instinct to restrain his boyfriend and make him beg, just like Chanyeol does on a daily basis already. It comes to the point that his friends are noticing something is off, when Chanyeol starts to think that maybe he should do something about it. However, the solution comes suddenly, and in the most unexpected way.
He’s dressing for soccer practice, a weekly duty that they only perform because every single one of them has the hots for the captain of the other team of the neighbourhood. Baekhyun is dressing too, lazily, because he’s just woken up. Baekhyun is cute when he’s sleepy, with his little eyes droopy and half-closed and his nose all scrunched up. It takes at least two hours for Baekhyun to wake up properly, and the minutes after getting up are the worst. He stumbles like a drunk man, lingering for a moment too long on every flat surface, almost like he’s planning to send his best regards to everything else and lie down there and take a short nap that will last for at least for four hours. Another funny thing about drowsy Baekhyun is that he has an inner radar for heat, so after having faltered and bounced on every wall of the room he ends up on Chanyeol, and his nose is still sniffing, and there’s a whine wrapped at the back of his throat. Chanyeol wants nothing more than to put him back to bed, but he ends up helping him to put some clothes on, because Lu Han is already texting them the time and the place, and if they don’t rush a bit they’ll be late.
“Ch’yeol,” mutters Baekhyun, almost as if drunk, “donwanna,” and Chanyeol has to turn him over quickly to try to fit his entire torso in a clean shirt. It doesn’t know how it happens, one minute he’s forcing the fabric down Baekhyun’s hips, a breathe later Baekhyun is clinging on him like vine and crying on his ears.
He pushes him on the bed, starting to feel a little hopeless. “Hey, baby, calm down, we have to go, you know how Lu Han is…”
He lays his hand on Baekhyun’s stomach, trying to flatten the wrinkles on the shirt, but Baekhyun jerks again and turns his face to the side. Chanyeol looks at his face, trying to find the cause of his discomfort, but what he sees leaves him breathless. Baekhyun is red, all red, like someone has turned on a switch to make his skin change colour, and his lips are hanging open in a mute request. He tries to brush his hand against Baekhyun’s stomach again and he receives a wrecked pant.
“Oh,” he only says, “wow.”
He tries to do it again, but Baekhyun swats his hand away, rolling over.
“We must go, or we’ll be late,” he says under his breath.
“Wait a moment,” he says, dots connecting in his head, “what was that?”
“I’m going to use the bathroom,” Baekhyun cuts him off, but Chanyeol is not having any of it. Not today. He can’t lose his time, his dick in on the line. That’s why Chanyeol decides to pay Baekhyun back and start to play dirty. He manages to grab Baekhyun’s collar, the shirt is still all wrinkled up and offers a good holding place, and before the other boy can complain, he puts his mouth on his neck. He feels Baekhyun’s full body shiver from where he’s pressed up against his body, then Baekhyun goes lax against him.
“Do you still want to go to practice?” he asks, low. One of his hands sneaks under Baekhyun’s tee-shirt, fingers scratching his bellybutton lightly, and Baekhyun has to put both hands in front of his mouth to hold the sounds inside his mouth.
“So, this was your big secret?”
Anger looks pretty on Baekhyun. Chanyeol is sure that if he wasn’t covering his mouth with both hands, biting on the skin, a lot of curses and bad words would escape along with wrecked moans. He takes both Baekhyun’s hands, they’re so tiny and perfect, and they shakes with frantic desperation inside the cage of his grasp. It’s funny, to have Baekhyun like this, without his defences. He’s too sleepy to put a good fight, too transparent. Chanyeol can see the arousal in his eyes.
He lowers his head and dips his tongue inside Baekhyun’s bellybutton, and the body under his own thrashes even though he’s pinning it to the sheets with all his weight.
Somewhere, on the floor, their phones are vibrating, Lu Han probably going mad because not only they’re late, but they’re not even thinking about answering. And everybody will guess what they're doing and tease them about it tomorrow.
Chanyeol bites on the soft skin of Baekhyun’s tummy, letting go of the captive hands to curl his fingers around Baekhyun’s neck, tickling his sensitive nape. Baekhyun bucks from the double stimulation. His cock juts against Chanyeol’s navel, hard and hot.
Chanyeol files away every reaction, even the littlest sounds, the irregular pace of Baekhyun’s breathing, reading Baekhyun’s body like a map, his weaknesses a treasure to discover with his teeth and nails.
“Your bellybutton and your nape. Where else should I bite to make you come untouched, Byun Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun swears and hisses, showing his teeth. If Chanyeol was near his mouth, he’d bite him. But he’s too far gone to protest, his limbs are too lax, his mind too clouded. Baekhyun before coffee is an easy prey, and Chanyeol has been dreaming of this moment for the past months.
The slide inside Baekhyun’s body is fast, slick from lube, even without preparation. Baekhyun is loose and relaxed. When Chanyeol feels him tense, his walls going painfully tight in discomfort around Chanyeol’s cock, a swipe of his hand on Baekhyun’s stomach, fingers teasing the bellybutton and breath warm against his nape, are all it takes to untangle his knots.
Chanyeol doesn’t even have to ask him to beg, because Baekhyun is too far gone to realise he’s been doing it for the past few minutes.
“Tell me how can I make you feel better,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun shakes his head, eyes closed and tears prickling at the corner, ready to spill on rosy cheeks. “You’ve tortured me for weeks, it’s only fair you give me some leverage over you too. Tell me, or I’ll slow down. I can lick your stomach for hours, make you writhe and cry without giving you release.”
“I wouldn’t let you,” says Baekhyun, but there’s desperation, more than challenge, in his eyes.
“Tell me,” repeats Chanyeol, and Baekhyun trashes against him and hides his head in the pillow as he whispers fragmented words.
“Again, I couldn’t hear you,” and there’s rage in Baekhyun’s eyes, but he’s also incredibly turned on. “Again.”
“Fuck you, my wrist. My wrist,” says Baekhyun, and Chanyeol smiles so hard he can feel his face crack at the edges.
Baekhyun comes, untouched, with Chanyeol’s lips latched onto the inner skin of his wrist, where the intricate lace of blue veins stains the pale skin. Chanyeol doesn’t take long to follow him, feeling satisfied and proud of himself.
“Just to make things clear, you knowing my weak points doesn’t make things different. I’m still going to make you cream your pants every time we’re in public. It’s what you deserve, after all, for flirting with every breathing creature in campus. Your ruses only worked because I was still sleepy and weak, and you cheated. Not fair, Park Chanyeol.”
Annoying. Byun Baekhyun is fucking annoying, the little shit. There’s nothing Chanyeol loathes more than Baekhyun’s tongue. Maybe only his hands. The problem, with Baekhyun, is that the little shit knows what he’s doing. The problem, for Baekhyun, is that now Chanyeol can fight him with his own weapons.
A/N: well, there's nothing i can say. just your regular bad quality porn. sorry fergie this was the best i could do, love you ♥
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