turn on the 🔔 button.
“Fuck, Omi, right there, ahhhh! Right fuckin’ there!”
“Yeah? You like it like that? Don’t be quiet. Wanna hear you. Tell me baby.”
So, yeah. It was cliché, but, gasp!
They were roommates.
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Atsumu had been bored on his first train ride of the day, but his second was buzzing with nervous anticipation. He was on his way to confront Kiyoomi, no, to explain. +
Kiyoomi and Motoya // cw alcohol, drunkenness
Kiyoomi hated the holidays.
He’d much rather spend a month in solitude, enjoying the silence of his apartment. But if he didn’t put in an appearance with his family, he’d never hear the end of it.
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“Fuck, Omi, right there, ahhhh! Right fuckin’ there!”
“Yeah? You like it like that? Don’t be quiet. Wanna hear you. Tell me baby.”
So, yeah. It was cliché, but, gasp!
They were roommates.
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