ikwycibalttiojgtsaiwcyloscocwscwdcaswwsiiaymhdmsbidkybtaiwidapiwgttiwltjsansmwybicwdkm: i know why you came into beanies all those times instead of just going to starbucks - and it wasn’t cause you liked our shit coffee. Our coffee was shit, cause we didn’t care. And sometimes we would spit in it, and you might have drank my spit, but I didn’t know you back then, and I wish I did. Anyway, Paul, if we get through this… I would love to just see a nice SILENT movie with you. But in case we don’t… kiss me?
I wish someone will say to me ikwycibattiojgtsaiwcyloscocwscwdcaswwsiiaymhdmsbidkybtaiwidariwgttiwltjsansmwybicwdkm
kae’s note: i love how i wrote like only three of these even though they are all pussydrunk asf
atsumu miya
he makes sure to add pussy-eating to his schedule, he’s addicted, really really addicted to it. he has his head buried between your thighs, face smooshed against your folds, tongue sliding up and down against it. “baby, ya taste so fuckin’ good, fuck!”
he groans against it, which makes you shudder and grab a bit tighter to his golden hair. his head shooting up to look at your cross-eyed expression, and that makes him wanna stay there longer, till his tongue and your pussy is sore, to the point you can’t even cum anymore.
he makes sure to squish himself between your thighs, he grabs on to them and leans on them like body pillows. his tongue working magic around your clit that has your vision hazy and your breathing unstill.
atsumu doesn’t forget to spit on it before he stands up, unzipping his pants while hissing. “ya look so pretty, all dazed like that…now open up, wanna feel your insides all around me, yeah?”
ushijima wakatoshi
he’s drunk, it’s like an addiction. he has to have his fill of your pussy before or after a rough match, you’re his lucky charm and you better be ready to spread your legs and let him soak up all that luck.
he has you pinned against the blue lockers, hand gripping your wrists that were just above your head, your mouth agape and dripping with drool that it makes him go crazy, and whenever you hear him groan and unknowingly clench around his length, he bottoms out, reddish tip poking the entrance of your cervix.
“you’re my charm, baby. god, i’m lucky to have you, god-given pussy and a perfect body, pretty face just to complete— shit — the package, h-huh?” ushijima groans, sweaty forehead leaning against yours as he pushes you to cum, “cum all over my cock, darling. i don’t mind, there we go—fuck.”
and when you two finally cum, he makes sure to pull out, smear the cum-covered tip and make you wear your panties, a sloshy mix of both your cum so you can preserve all that good luck you gave him.
shoyo hinata
he ruts into you, all the time, while you cuddle, while you sleep, or just doing general tasks. he has to rut into you. clothed or not, but he prefers to have you naked and under him. like right now, you whimpering and moaning his name, while he groans and cooes about how good he feels whenever he’s inside of you.
he never stops, ever. even when your mind is going blank and you can’t even cum properly, might have been the fourth time you’ve cummed, you aren’t sure. his stamina-driven self, “it just feels so fuckinggood baby, can’t ever stop–” he moans, when you hiccup about your tiredness.
he promises just one more time, one more time, and each time he cums, he says one more time. and by tomorrow, his balls have been emptied and your legs will probably won’t work properly, but be prepared, cause he will stil rut into you, he’s pussydrunk that’s why.
I just got invited to a party where the motto is “come as your type” as in “dress up as the type of person you find attractive” wtf should I do *sweats*
