Diary of [Shoyo Hinata.]

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He was pissed and that's what makes it all the better. They were out at a party and the flirt that is Atsumu made his way over to Shoyo to shoot his shot, he would never do this sober but with liquid courage anything's possible.

Aran was rightfully, pissed. He had essentially dragged him out to the car, into the backseat and in his lap, he made quick work of his pants and shirt. Ripping them at the seams so they can't ever be wore again, his underwear were shoved down his thighs, Aran had started grinding him on his thigh, not enough but just right to make him see stars. Aran runs a hand up from his thigh to his chest all the way up to his neck and she squeezes—fuck—Shoyo pants harder and grinds himself down faster, the hand on his neck has veins bulging from it and it makes this all the hotter.

With one good finale squeeze, Shoyo paints his boyfriends shirt white and slumps over.