mika

Hinata’s eyes are wide with lust as he stands on shaking legs against the cold counter. Behind him, Kageyama’s sharp grunts punctuate each thrust of his hips. It’s a guttural sound, one Hinata doesn’t think is ever going to leave his mind. His entrance clenches around Kageyama’s length–

theoritcally which limb of yours do you think would tatse the besy

im hngh twerk hngh high hngh lemons hngh radish hngh lotion hngh shampoo hngh

mika mi amor

mika I miss you 🥺

I finally holler at u and u ignore me😭

do you just hate me?

but I'm not one of your thot daughters... oooooooooooo....

no i am not momo

do you give up?

it’s like you’re purposely getting it wrong

try again bro. let’s see how many people you can get through before you guess correctly

i am NOT maple

we were the real scammers back in the day