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lizzy06 · 2 months

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Oikawa Tooru x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Aoba Johsai Fic Rec Masterlist

pinch ✨✨by krystallisert (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, humor) The ringing stops, and you're vaguely aware that you've been hit in the face by a volleyball. In another gym, at another school, a boy winces in sudden, unprovoked pain. "Oi, Oikawa! You're bleeding!"[COMPLETED]

A married life by @creepychan (oneshot, pregnant reader, angst) <I don't wanna spoil this series but its worth it😜😜>

Your Smart Ideas ✨ by @mimi-cee-hq (oneshot, fluff) Oikawa didn’t want you to call his sister Nee-san. So you had a solution.[COMPLETED]

pov:he's a racer and you are his finish line ✨✨💖by @saintobio (angst, fluff, street racer au, <reader had an abusive relationship with atsumu>)driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your toxic boyfriend in exchange for you. [COMPLETED] <this suna fic is connected to this fic as a spin off/ pt.2 kinda thing>

Do You Feel What I Do✨✨ by @seokiloquy (oneshot, soulmate au , fluff)where you feel bursts of pain/emotion from your soulmate. When they both realize they are soulmates (they don’t have to physically be together, it’s when both just know they are), each other’s name gets written on their wrist and the pain/emotion bursts lessen[COMPLETED]

How Do You Say…? by @seokiloquy (oneshot, childhood freinds to lovers, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Breathe by @t0wnspersonb (oneshot, fluff) As the manager of Aoba Johsai, you take it upon yourself to make sure everyone is taken care of. Which is why you find yourself making sure that a certain captain isn’t pushing himself, especially after a knee injury. It’s not until an incident in the locker room that you begin to realize just how much Oikawa means to you.[COMPLETED]

The Miracle of Childbirth ✨by @oreosmama Yours (oneshot, humor) and Oikawa’s children were the most amazing creatures on Earth… except when they acted like munchkin-sized pain in the asses.[COMPLETED]

On a Cold Winter’s Night ✨ by @oreosmama (oneshot, slight smut, fluff)Trapped in the university library due to a raging blizzard outside, you are forced to endure the cold night with the man you hate the most: the player who lives in the dorm across from you, Tooru Oikawa. But with tensions and anxieties at an all-time high, you begin to realize your feelings for Oikawa aren’t quite what you thought they were, especially when all he wants to do is keep you warm.[COMPLETED]

Talking to the Moon ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending)After breaking up to go their separate ways after high school, YN and Oikawa struggle to accept the fact that neither is willing to give up their career paths for the other. Instead, they both confide in the moon, wishing that it was their other half. (Based on “Talking to the Moon” by Bruno Mars.)[COMPLETED]

You’re jealous but you can’t do anything because you’re not dating him by @screamin-abt-haikyuu (oneshot, angst to fluff)[COMPLETED]

Across the Hall by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending, slight smut) Across the hall lived Oikawa, a smug womanizer who never knew how to confront his one-night stands after their five minutes of fame. To avoid confrontation, he repeatedly seeks refuge in your apartment, or in his case, in your bed. But what happens when you start to grow feelings for this amorous neighbor of yours?[COMPLETED]

Fake Marks, True Love ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending, slight smut) The hickey was fake, but the pain Oikawa felt when he saw it? It was real, and it hurt like a bitch. “Who touched you?”[COMPLETED]

I Wanna Build a Snowman ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, fluff) Oikawa just wants to build a snowman on one of the coldest days of the year with his beloved girlfriend. What could go wrong?[COMPLETED]

Warm Embrace by @oreosmama (oneshot, fluff)Naked cuddles with Oikawa need no purpose.[COMPLETED]

Pain Split ✨by kaientai(oneshot, soulmate au)At the same time when Oikawa Tooru presumably fucked up his knee, you, an unsuspecting soccer player, received the injury of a lifetime.[COMPLETED]

Court of Kings by @venusdeus (arranged marriage, royalty au, enemies to lovers) Sent to a neighbouring kingdom to secure an alliance, forced to give up your dreams and ambitions, disregarded as a means to an end. You however have no desire to fulfil their wishes. And neither does Oikawa. [ONGOING] <guys...this fic hasn't been uploaded in a long time but I seriously love it so I am gonna be putting it here>

a love like winter ✓ | friends to lovers, angst by @tooruluv| teaser | pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 (final) |[COMPLETED]

love, always by @saintobio (heavy angst, past lovers, amnesia) 3 years since the accident and you’ve regained most of your memories back, but there’s still one missing puzzle piece that only your boyfriend’s best friend can complete. the question is, will you let him? [COMPLETED]

da capo✨✨ by krystallisert(soulmate au, unrequited love, pinning)Nothing could've stopped you from falling in love with Oikawa Tooru. Not the neatly drawn mark ever present on his wrist, nor the looks of pity on your best friend's face whenever she catches you staring at the brunet. [COMPLETED]

Rewind (Part I), Rewind (Part II) by @mitsuki-murakami (twoshot, soulmate au, fluff, angst) A Soulmate AU where you will keep looping your life until you meet your soulmate.[COMPLETED]

think of me by @mitsuki-murakami (oneshot, heavy angst)How could you think that this wouldn't hurt me?[COMPLETED]

The Gift of a Greek God by Orphan_account Oikawa Tooru is Eros in all of his glory. Beauty, love, and desire overwhelmingly packed into one being.And you? The human (un)fortunate enough to be raked into one of his deals. [COMPLETED]

but my lungs fell so small by krystallisert (medieval au, enemies to friends to lovers, princess! reader, knight! oikawa)The intricacies of war is something you do not know much of. But still, you’d heard about the unrest to the south, the rumors of dissent and the anti-capitol posters. If you could trace back to the first protest, the first whisper of treason, would you be able to pinpoint the exact moment a war became an inevitability ?The capitol gates come crashing down with an explosion of gunpowder and debris. [ONGOING]

The Underground ✨✨by butterflytint (enemies to friends to lovers) you've always been meticulous, turning to hacking as a simple hobby. Following the death of your brother, you went off the rails in efforts of finding his killers. You're backed into a corner when you're caught hacking the police and government organizations by a charming secret agent/criminal, Tooru Oikawa. You find out it has something to do with your brother and you didn't know him as well as you thought you did. [COMPLETED]

Two Stories💖✨ by deltachye(college au, fluff, angst)your face is in my dreams; but in reality, so far.[COMPLETED]

Splash of Color by RizRice(friends to lovers, starngers to lovers, fluff, slice of life)Routines can get a little boring. As structured as they may be, the world can begin to look black and white. But once a splash of color hits your nose, the routine you once held dear changes.[COMPLETED]

The Popular Guy by crescentsteel (smut, fluff, angst, humor)You only saw him from afar – Oikawa Tooru. He’s just perfect. He’s so kind to his fans, so hardworking, so ambitious. So unreachable. You’re fine with that though. Seeing him around was enough for you. You count yourself lucky that you were able to talk to him one time before graduation. But when university started, he was there waiting for you, and in his hand was the letter you never intended to send.[COMPLETED]

BULLY by neptunecookie (enemies to lovers, angst, smut) when y/n signed up for summer camp, she didn’t expect to be stuck with her high school bully for a month.[COMPLETED]

First Love, Late Spring by miyachondria(oneshot, exes to lovers, post timeskip)Oikawa Tooru’s eyes are still the same shade of honey brown, and you still fall in love the way you used to: hard, plummeting, like a burning comet making its way across the night sky.[COMPLETED]

Perfect (Oikawa x Plain! Reader)✨ by MrsTanaka(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Soulmate AU in which you share a talent or talents with your partner.[COMPLETED]

Enough By StilemaWillow (oneshot, soulmate au) You can feel eachother's emotions.[COMPLETED]

I don't like your Shampoo ✨by @hinac0lada (oneshot, soulmate au, humor)[COMPLETED]

good enough ✨by @teamatsumu (oneshot, soulmate au, insecure! reader)[COMPLETED]

Till it Breaks by deltachye (angst, romance)In sickness and in health; ‘till death do us part… Or ‘till his mind broke, leaving you behind with nothing but a shattered heart when he asked quietly, “who are you?” [COMPLETED]

Unspoken by just_j (friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pinning) Oikawa has been in love with you since you became a manager for the university’s volleyball team, but keeps it to himself in fear of what his fan club might do to you if they found out.[COMPLETED]

Breath by visi(fantasy au, enemies to lovers)You think that your escape as a secluded witch in the forest would be much more successful if there wasn't another irritable, attractive inhabitant already.[COMPLETED]

目送 ; five times oikawa didn’t look back and the one time he did by vogonpoetry (oneshot, angst with happy ending, tooth rooting)you spend a lifetime watching him go, sometimes with your stomach tied in knots, sometimes with tears in your eyes, but always with love.[COMPLETED]

Cross the Pacific✨ by @seokiloquy (oneshot, angst, fluff, slight! sugawara)[COMPLETED]

The only stranger in the room✨ by @ugh-tsumu (oneshot, soulmate au) The day you are introduced as the (Aoba Johsai’s) volleyball team’s new manager is also the day you’re supposed to meet your soulmate. Coincidentally, this is also the day Oikawa arrives late.[COMPLETED]

For You, Black Petals by @seokiloquy (oneshot, hanahaki, angst) It’s alright to love someone who does not love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.[COMPLETED]

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s-seishiro · 1 year

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࿐STREET RACER AU! shidou ryusei

summary: pretty explanatory. just some ideas inspired by that one oikawa street racer fanfic and @asxte.ria on tiktok

— headcannons+

— no warnings!

Shidou is FAMOUS in underground street races. Everybody knows his name, everybody knows his game and everybody knows to stay out of his lane.

He drives a modified Toyota Supra. The body paint of the car being a magenta-ish pink. It’s decorated in decals and other miscellaneous stickers.

Everyone knows he arrived based on the sound of his 2JZ-GTE engine.

Most of the racers tend to stay clear of Shidou because of his anger issues and eagerness to throw hands with anything or anyone who inconveniences him.

He is a brash driver. He doesn’t really care if he has to play dirty to win—as long as he’s number one.

Shidou just loves living life on edge. Wether it’s speeding through the city in a high speed chase, or riding dangerously fast just to feel the wind in his hair. All of it is for the thrills.

This carefree, idgaf attitude of his has landed him in the underworld hall of fame. Causing him to be one of the most sought after racer in all the competitions. Everyone is itching to see who will be the one to dethrone the king.

He is VERY competitive. He LOVES the adrenaline he gets during and after a race. But because of this rush he tends to get pretty violent and angry at times. It during those moments when people fear him and know to stay clear of his path.

Surprisingly, Shidou is VERY popular with the spectators. Many people enjoy betting on him to see him trash his opponents—or vice versa. And of course there are those who think he is extremely attractive. Women would often flock over to him to compliment him, hoping for at least one chance. And he doesn’t really mind the attention.

He NEVER lets anyone else handle his car. He doesn’t trust the street. If it’s not him fixing his car then nobody is.

Okay so let’s be real, he has tattoos. I’m thinking a dragon tattoo that’s kinda in the same position as Kaiser’s rose tattoo. And for some reason he’d probably have those Japanese back tattoo of the tiger and the dragon.

Is known for his odd relationship with the Itoshi brothers.

Everyone in the underground community even public community knows of Shidou and Rin’s rivalry. The first time the met was at a underground race—one that Rin accidentally stumbled upon. And Shidou, of course wanted to prove that he was better than the “official” racers. This whole ordeal was trending on Twitter and every time they have a rematch, the event is sold out.

Itoshi Sae was more interested in Shidou’s speed—and at one point you can see that Shidou’s was on a official team. But he quit because he had tons of restrictions placed on him to “save face.”

“If it isn’t baby eyelashes? I see you switched out your car for something a bit more modest!” Shidou pulled up beside Rin’s car, smirking once he saw the clear disdain on his face. The two of them just happened to be stopped by a red light on the same intersection. And Shidou, despite Rin not using his official race car, STILL spotted him.

Rin didn’t even need to glance in Shidou’s direction to know it was him. His brightly colored car instantly gave him away. “When will you ever stop being an public eyesore?”

“Your life is an eyesore.” Rin gave Shidou the deadliest side eye known to mankind, twitching in annoyance at his words. Shidou however was having the time of his life! Bothering the little Itoshi brother was his favorite pastime.

“Shut up, you antenna ass freak.” Rin spat, winding his windows up to block anything else Shidou had to say. It was still early in the morning and he was already getting pissed off.

“Hey hey hey language! Does your brother know you talk like that? Oh wait! You two aren’t on speaking terms are you?”

“You—”

Before Rin could get a word in Shidou zoomed off, leaving a trail of skid marks and exhaust. Shidou finally got the perfect reaction out of Rin, and so there was no reason to wait at the red light anymore.

Once again he had successfully left Rin without the last word. And he knew Rin wouldn’t dare run the red to catch up to him. He had a professional career to worry about—a restriction Shidou was glad to not have over him.

Now if Shidou has a lover…things get a bit interesting.

I can just see him always inviting you to watch his races. And most of the times you can’t attend because it’s late at night and the two of you are still college students.

But there are special instances where you watch his races—and it’s then he makes sure to show out.

After you get used to the run down of how things go—he drags you into the race into the passenger seat. Leaving you with no wanting except:

“Buckle up angel~!”

He loves hearing your screams of fear and excitement as he drives dangerously fast. He would tease and laugh at the way you clutch onto the seat for dear life.

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fanfic #itoshi sae #shidou x you #shidou x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryuusei x reader #bllk shidou #blue lock shidou #࿐seifiction

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plagalkey · 10 days

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i’m such a big fan omg i would buy all the f1 art if only my mom didn’t scold me alrdy 😔😔but butbut i need NEED your opinion on ur head canons if atsuoikage omegaverare, what’s everyone’s secondary sex? like atsumu alpha slay but the other two??? are they just both omegas???? no we have to unpack this.

okok and second of all the half blood camp au for atsuoikage omg i might just PASS AWAY i love you and your sexy brain SO MUCH. i would make an alter of all ur art in a room for me in my house next time to go into and every morning just to chant plagelkey and atsuoikage and just ADMIRE UR ART. ALSO STREET RACING AU omg OMG. ur art with ally’s fanfics, I WAS ABOUT TO COMBUST. i love you and u deserve the universe, not just the world, EVERYTHING. <33

Oh you're so sweet thank u so much for the support with the prints and sorry to ur mom hahah 😭😭😭

Omegaverse: TLDR My peak fave scenario for the OT3 is both atsumu and kageyama as alphas and oikawa as the omega

Oikage: my default is kageyama alpha and oikawa omega... but I can fuck with alpha/alpha (i am enthusiastically looking and enhance zoom 200%) or omega/omega (less interested but i am watching from afar... you can hook and bait me easily as long as it's oikg lol) I'm quite partial to kageyama being an alpha bc i enjoy kageyama having the one up on oikawa in like... talent / genetics / whatever system of the universe they are in bc it gives oikawa more reason to feel inferior, fight against the odds, and resent kageyama at the beginning of their relationship LOL it makes it all the more sweet when they bridge that gap... and also bc I like kageyama admiring oikawa soooo much and being obsessed with oikw regardless of his status (especially if it's considered lesser) in any world haha.....

Atsuoi: Atsumu I can be flexible on as an omega sometimes, I'm less solid on him... like I like Atsuoi omega/omega... and I like Atsuoi alpha/omega where either of them is the alpha i like them both ways haha... I also like Atsuoi alpha/alpha!!! I love all forms of Atsuoi!!!!! give me any Atsuoi I will probably die and cry and treasure forever

Atsukage: I'm only interested when theyre alpha/alpha!!! I don't care for the alpha/omega or omega/omega dynamic between them it doesn't tickle my brain personally I like them when they are fighting u know like bark bark head empty

Also ally and I appreciate the love and support on street racer AU so much I can't believe it sometimes haha it started as a simple idea for me bc I just wanted atsuoi to have car sex lol and now we are here... with lore and everything and sunaosa and ot5 with atsuoikg/snos alas LMAO

#asks answered #atsuoikage #oikage #atsuoi #atsukage

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doukeshi-kun · 6 months

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street racer nikolai reminds me of that popular oikawa ff by @/honeymilktea on ao3 from like 2020… people were gassing it up so much, it was so cinematic. there’s even a playlist encapsulating the vibe from that fic: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2NcnLpz78uk5wYQ2yTeOQK?si=7bZf4dU_RmKQ98zjpUsvng&pi=e-QItpEI0lQ2KY + https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5zDZpJwUApqASNUM6nb4dN?si=pgy-UTK4SRaBYy7MRm6dkQ&pi=e-EXcyRB8xR9K-

just leaving it here- maybe you can get some inspo from it!!

thank you for the suggestions! <3

#道化師-says❃ུ۪

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barbra-annbunny · 2 years

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Ch. 19 - And hey, you

WC: 791

CW: friendly rough-housing, degrading terms

After a half hour of driving, Bokuto and you pulled into the parking lot of a long-closed mega store. Honestly, it looked like an old Toys-R-Us. Bo turned the engine off his bike and extended the kickstand before he helped you off the bike. You knocked on his helmet before reaching up to unlock the helmet attached to your head. Once the helmet was removed, you could finally get a good look at your surroundings without your squished cheeks in the way.

The parking lot was filled with sleek cars, grid girls and race queens, and a crowd of racers with their crews. The cars were all muscle cars and had clearly had tonnes of time and money poured into them to get them to the calibre needed for street racing. A few grid girls or race queens had stopped to check out their new competition, but generally, they were all too busy fawning over the cars and their racers to notice the newcomers. The racers, on the other hand, took notice of you immediately. Some were suspicious, thinking you were an undercover co. Others were hoping you weren’t involved with Bo so they could have a chance. But there was one face that you truly recognised; Tanaka.

Tanaka was wearing a white wife-beater, blue jeans, a classic Levi’s leather jacket and some steel-toed boots. God, he looked like a walking sin. He was standing by… no, he was closer. When did he get closer? And his mouth is moving, what is he…OH SHIT, HE’S TALKING TO YOU.

You shook your head quickly before looking back at him. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

“What, you ignoring me, Chatterbox? Damn, and I thought you liked me.” he smirked, crossing his arms.

“I wasn’t, wasn’t trying to ignore you! I just zoned out for a second.”

More like I was checking you out a little too long

“ Oh, really, ‘cause it looked like you were checking me out.”

Your face felt like you could fry an egg on it. “Wha- I- no! I wasn’t checking you out,” you nervously laughed before continuing. “I was just…admiring your jacket! Is it real leather?”

He and Bo both belly laughed at that. You cracked a smile before joining in on the laughing fit. Once you had all calmed down a little bit, Tanaka straightened up.

“Yes, the jacket is leather. Since ya’ like it so much…” he paused, removing the jacket from his shoulders and placing them on yours, “...why don’t ‘cha keep it warm for me?”

Bo giggled at the expression on your face before pulling out his phone. He was going to keep the group chat updated on how awkward you were going to be tonight.

“Oh- uh- Okay…why don’t you introduce me to your friends? I feel like I didn’t get to properly introduce myself last time.” You nervously responded, slipping your arms through the sleeves.

“Sounds like a plan, pretty baby. By the way, that’s a really nice bike Bokuto-san.” Tanaka said, trying to make him feel included.

“Oh, thanks! I wanted the familiarity of riding a bike like back home, but it’s not really practical to pedal everywhere out here.” Bo said, reminiscing on his childhood back in Japan.

As you walked over to the guys, the three of you talked about what living in Japan was like, how much they missed it, and Bokuto’s bike. Unbeknownst to you, Tanaka had been checking you out since the moment y’all pulled into the lot. The way the shirt you wore left nothing to the imagination, how your jeans gripped your ass, and even how the heels you wore just added to the vibe that rolled off your body in waves. You just gave off this energy of being a force of nature, something that nothing and no one will ever be able to control. He smiled to himself. He just knew that this moment was never going to be a regret.

Once you all walked over to the group, you introduced yourselves. They seemed friendly enough people that you would want to get to know them better. Oikawa, Atsumu, and Terushima were all very nice but were varying levels of bitchy. Oikawa was bitchy in a way that screamed he could have been a drag queen in another life. Atsumu ran in a similar vein, but it was evident that he would read you for filth in a second if you messed with his family. Terushima was a whole ‘nother kind of bitchy. He would whine until halfway through a conversation; he would get distracted by a girl and run off before coming back 15 minutes later with a handprint on his cheek and the widest grin you’d ever seen.

You’d been hanging out with this new group for about two hours now, and y’all have become fast friends. Especially you and Noya, you both had an extreme amount of neverending energy. The two of you bounced from one topic to another at such high speeds that it made the other’s heads spin. When you weren’t playing a verbal tennis match with Noya, you talked to Tanaka and whoever else wanted to speak to you. Tanaka loved how you interacted with his friends… his family. You were quiet and polite until Bokuto started picking on you. After that, all bets were off, and they got front-row seats to the noogie war between you and Bokuto, which ended with him flat on his ass, holding the top of his head with both hands.

“Owww, Y/nnnnn… That hurt!” Bokuto whined

“You are the one who started it, gym rat.” You giggled.

“Ugh, Tanaka come get your person; they’re being mean to me.”

“Hey I’m no one’s person-”

“-Yet.” Tanaka interrupted, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He hooked his head over your shoulder, with a wide grin on his face. Subconsciously, you moved your hands to cover his while smiling a little to yourself. You rolled your eyes playfully and opened your mouth to make a sassy comment, when a woman with baby blue streaks walked up to you.

“Hey, skank,” she said, with a cold tone, “could you get your hands off my boyfriend?”

<Chap. 18 | Masterlist | Chap. 20>

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saintobio · 4 years

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pov: he’s a racer and you’re the finish line.

↳ oikawa tooru/fem!reader (feat. miya atsumu)

part 1/3. driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your toxic boyfriend in exchange for you.

genre. angst, fluff, street racer au

cw. ooc, illegal street racing, mentions of gambling, toxic and abusive relationships, profanity, violence, references to alcohol and drugs, atsuoi as rivals

notes. highly inspired from @aikk00’s beautiful fanart and from the 2Fast 2Furious movie bc i’m in love with it (missing brian o’conner hours). also!! i love atsumu w all my heart pls note that his character here is not the way i depict him irl :>

masterlist -> next

Sometimes you wished you could run away.

You thought about leaving everything behind and moving to a different city, a different environment, away from this scene that was once heaven but had turned into hell. It wasn’t like you had any choice, but you were dreaming of the idea of escaping because you knew that it was still possible. You knew that you could run away and live on your own, perhaps not now, but when you finally had the opportunity to do so.

Today just didn’t seem like it was. Like any other day.

“Just go check the engine and see it for yourself!”

For the past hour, you had spent your time exhaustingly listening to your boyfriend yell at his phone and completely lose his temper over something trivial. If you were being honest, you didn’t wish to be sitting next to him at that moment, but there was almost no escape to the sound of his loud voice as you find yourself trapped inside his car that was parked in front of a local 7Eleven.

The frown on Atsumu’s face was visible along with his furrowed brows and clenched jaws. This facial expression was something you had gotten used to seeing, yet these were the moments where you just wanted to see him smile again—even for a brief second—because you could barely remember the last time he had ever genuinely looked happy next to you.

“I already fucking told you I’ll be there on time!” he yelled angrily, almost popping a vein in his hand with how tightly he gripped his phone. “Stop asking stupid questions, ‘Samu!”

You let out a weary sigh. Poor Osamu.

His twin had to deal with Atsumu’s temperamental attitude and mood swings that only got worse lately because he was often under the influence. Drugs? Alcohol? You name it. Neither you nor Osamu could stop the guy from taking the substance until it came to a point where you just gave up. It was futile. The only two things that Atsumu would both live and die for were street racing and his vices. According to him, none of us could understand the addictive thrill of racing against the best racers in Hyogo in hopes of winning a hefty sum of cash.

Six years ago, Atsumu was still fairly new to the street racing scene, only ever sticking to his Hyogo usuals, and rarely meeting the real guys that defined the street racing culture in all of Japan.

Six years later, he still knew only a handful of racers outside Hyogo because he rarely participated in out-of-town races despite being known as 'the best racer' in the prefecture. He had been invited to join races in Tokyo, but he never dared to drive all the way to other towns to prove himself because he claimed that ‘Tokyo is not the standard’. One notable thing about Atsumu was how he believed that people were underneath him and that he didn’t need the number of experience to prove that he was the best. In Atsumu’s brain, he simply just had to beat the best racer of them all and that would instantly put him to the top. He believed that respect was something innate to him, not something he had to earn.

But other than reality punching his gut, he was also a sore loser. Not that Atsumu had ever been defeated before, but he hated the mere idea of losing so he would challenge anyone and everyone that was a threat to his reputation. He would often wager heck loads of cash to lure racers in and beat them in the race all while shoving it in their faces, only to further prove the rumors of his unprofessional conduct.

“‘Samu, I’ll talk to you later,” Atsumu hissed on his phone, reaching for the pack of cigarettes that he had placed on the cup holder. “Useless piece of shit.”

“Relax,” you asserted. "You don’t wanna stress yourself before your race later.”

After realizing that his pack was empty, he crumpled the small carton on his hand and withdrew a bill from his pocket. The same bill he was holding was later chucked to your direction before he gestured his head over to the store. “Buy me a pack,” he ordered indifferently, treating you like a dog that could go fetch things for him.

What a prick.

“You don’t have to be such a fuckin’ asshole.” Although you were chagrined to be the recipient of his rude behavior, you still picked up the money that he had carelessly thrown and afterwards removed your seat belt. “I swear one day I’m gonna leave your ass.”

“Say what?” His questioning gaze was meant to intimidate you.

But being a passive person, you chose to get out of the car before he could say anything further. “Nothing.”

“Whatever, bitch. Just get it fast!”

You slammed the door on his face and dragged your feet towards the store in vexation. The cold air and the smell of the convenience store food greeted you as soon as you got inside. Only the checkout person was in there and you would have obliged to Atsumu’s request of buying him a cigarette ‘fast’, but the rudeness in his tone made you want to stall a little. It wouldn't hurt.

With a small and nasty scoff leaving your lips, you headed towards the beverage section to get yourself a Mitsuya Cider. However, as you grabbed hold of the last standing bottle on the fridge, your hand came in contact with another one wrapped around the same drink as you.

“I saw it first,” the stranger promptly claimed, side-eyeing you to uphold his authority.

The guy was tall with tanned skin that matched his bronze hair and caramel eyes, but those weren’t his most noticeable traits. It was the bandaid on his cheek, the dragon tattoo on his neck that extended to his forearm, and the multiple piercings on his ear—all adding to the intimidation from his overall look. You found it quite contradicting that he had a cute, preppy vibe while also carrying a scary, bad boy aura around him. Fact was: you would be lying if you said that you didn’t find him attractive.

Still, you snorted and held onto the bottle tighter. No matter how handsome he was, you weren’t going to give him the pretty privilege. “I held it first, piss off.”

“Oh, so you’re the tough girl type.” He displayed an amused smile as he refused to let go, now gazing at your face with a glint of interest. “I’ll let you have it if you answer my survey.”

Survey? You rolled your eyes, raising an eyebrow afterwards, “What survey?”

The guy slipped his hand from inside the pocket of his ripped jeans before fishing out his phone. “You see, just put your name in here and your phone number for reference.”

You hated how he was grinning so smugly, but at the same time, you found his boldness entertaining. He was shooting his shot and you could tell by his stance that he expected you to give in. Just how many times had he done this to other women? Probably a lot.

“Nice try. I have a boyfriend,” you informed, remembering that you were keeping a guy with anger issues waiting in his car.

The brown-haired guy shrugged. “So? I don’t see him.”

“You don’t wanna see him.” You released the bottle from your hand. “He’s insane.”

Literally, because not even a few seconds after, Atsumu showed up from behind you with a scowl plastered on his face. “The fuck’s takin’ you so long?” He noticed the guy standing on your other side and glowered at him before turning back to you. “Give me the fucking money! I’ll buy the pack myself.”

You released a sigh of relief as you thought that he would incite a fight, or at least an argument against the brown-haired guy, but it caught you off guard when he simply stormed off and paid for the pack of cigarettes that he badly wanted to get. Perhaps there was just a lot going on in his head for him to even give a shit about you talking to another guy. Or maybe, he just didn’t care that much anymore.

“He seems pleasant,” the brown-haired guy commented, grabbing the bottle and handing it to you. “It’s yours. Just remember my name, it’s Tooru Oikawa.”

He said all that with a mischievous wink before he walked out of the store just after you paid for your stuff.

And, honestly…

Why did you ever think that Atsumu was all fine and dandy with it?

Because when you walked out of the store, you saw him on the sidewalk throwing a cold-blooded punch on Tooru’s face. The impact had the other guy staggering, but not enough to make him plummet to the floor.

“What the hell, Atsumu!” You hurried next to Tooru who simply laughed despite the blood on his mouth that he easily spat out.

“You know what happens to people who try to leave bruises on this pretty face?” he jeered at your boyfriend.

Though Atsumu just glared at him, unfazed. “I don’t give a shit. Back off my girl or you won’t live to see the next sunrise.”

“Bring it on, blondie.”

“Stop it!” you raised your voice, pulling Atsumu away and sending Tooru an apologetic look.

While the two guys sent each other a death stare, you insisted on keeping Atsumu away from him because you knew the kind of danger that awaited Tooru if this escalated. You knew by experience that your boyfriend could be an extremely violent guy, especially when he was fueled by his rage and you certainly didn’t want to witness another episode of it.

You were successful at making your boyfriend back off, although it seemed that his irritation had shifted onto you because his next response was to harshly shove you inside his black and gold Nissan GT-R Nismo. If not for your good reflexes, you would have hit your head on the roof of his car, but you managed to duck and get inside even with the searing pain on your shoulder.

Before you knew it, Atsumu already revved his engine and drove the car off at once—speeding on the street without a single care in the world. There was absolutely just silence inside, not a single music playing on his stereo except for the sound of his roaring engine, and it stayed that way for a couple more minutes until he spoke again in an authoritative voice.

“You're too bold tryna flirt with another guy in front of me.” He gritted his teeth with flaring eyes on the road. “Do it again or I swear to God.”

A bitter laugh flew out of your lips. He was surely good at this whole threatening game. “You’re one to talk, Atsumu. I’m not the cheater between the two of us.”

You frankly lost count of the amount of times that Atsumu had cheated on you with different women that he met from every race and you were certain that he would probably fuck one of those skanks again tonight, so it was very hypocritical for him to act jealous now.

“So, you’re gonna get back at me?” He snorted with overflowing sarcasm.

You kept a rigid face. “If I fuck another guy, that’s none of your business at this point.”

You were proud of yourself for saying that to him, but Atsumu’s sudden tight grip on your jaw stopped the sarcastic smile from tugging at your lips. At that moment, your heart was pounding and you could feel anxiety building up. This was painfully how your relationship with him has become—him, having to do what he wanted and you, allowing him to do what he wanted because you had no other choice.

Your reason for staying? You practically spent most of your life being grateful to his family for welcoming you after your parents died in a car crash when you were eight years old. You had no one else at that time, not even your mother’s nor your father’s side was willing to adopt you. If Atsumu’s parents weren’t close enough with your own family, nobody would have welcomed you the way they did and you would most likely be homeless.

Eventually, living with the Miyas also meant that you got closer to the twins, just a little bit more to Atsumu than Osamu because of, well, love. Once upon a distant time when Atsumu was still completely lovable and sweet, you fell in love with him after years of him trying to win your heart.

However, as seasons changed, his feelings changed, too. You were no longer sure if your reason for staying with him was still driven by love, because you knew that that same love had turned into loathe. Even if you and Atsumu had moved in together by yourselves, it only opened more flaws into your relationship because he was getting more and more comfortable at hurting your feelings knowing that he was going to get away with it.

Because you would end up forgiving him and you had nowhere else to go.

“You’re not in the position to talk back,” he spitefully reminded, leaving warm tears filling your eyes from his strong hold on your jaw. He harshly released your face and continued driving, never saying sorry and never telling you he loved you.

It was pretty quick for Osamu to point out the light marks on your jaw once he realized that they weren’t hickeys at all. They were bruises from his twin brother after he had unknowingly held you with lack of care this afternoon because of his unwarranted jealousy. The better twin didn’t approve of his brother’s random outbursts, but he couldn’t really persuade him into fixing his attitude because Atsumu wouldn’t listen to anyone except for himself.

Besides, you weren’t their main concern for the night.

Tonight, you were at an abandoned parking lot with the Miya Twins, Suna, and Kita along with the other spectators who were all waiting for another race to happen. Cars of different brands, designs, and modifications were all lined up in display for everyone to see. Every racer had their own crew and supporters cheering for them to possibly snatch the crown from the undefeated Atsumu Miya. Even though the whole place was pretty much loud, you could still hear someone blasting Act A Fool from their stereo with girls in mini skirts and crop tops littering the area like a swarm of bees that got out of their hive. This had been a typical scene for you for the last four years of being known as Atsumu’s trophy girlfriend. He was putting you on display because you were always watching his races on the sideline even when he hardly ever paid attention to you.

That was also the reason why no one had dared to ask you out because, even if Atsumu was an open cheater, he would still threaten guys who ever tried to get near you.

“You showed up late.” Suna pointed out while sitting on the hood of his modified maroon Toyota GT86. He was the second best racer in the crew, albeit still considered a rookie for having lesser races than Atsumu.

“Fuck off,” was Atsumu’s answer before he left you alone standing next to his car as he went to meet Aran Ojiro, the race host and organizer for all the street races in Hyogo.

Since the moment you two arrived, Atsumu had never spoken another word to you and it left you hurt and most definitely infuriated. No one could even blame you for growing tired of how he was treating you like dirt.

“He hurt you, huh,” Kita noted, briefly glancing at the light marks on your jawline. Kita was the contact of the crew—he was in charge of delivering the messages and other information to the crew such as when the next race would be or if there were any cops on standby. He was the main man in terms of communication between the other gangs and the event hosts.

You briefly touched your neck and wished that you should have worn a turtleneck instead of the beige tank top and mini skirt because you realized that the bruises were far too obvious even at night time. “He didn’t really hurt me intentionally.”

“You don’t have to lie for that bastard.” There was a look of disapproval that bathed from Osamu’s gunmetal eyes when he shut down the hood of his brother’s car after carefully checking the car parts as the crew’s mechanic. “Just break up with him.”

He was only stating the truth because as you looked at Atsumu, he was far too busy entertaining some of the girls that surrounded him, whispering in his ear and playing with the collar of his shirt like a bunch of desperate whores. He even held one girl on the bum like he didn’t have a girlfriend watching him.

“Go fuck yourself, Atsumu. I hope you lose tonight,” you muttered from a distance, crossing your arm and sitting next to Suna who was suppressing a chuckle.

“Don’t wish that, we need the money, too,” he joked, nudging your arm playfully. “Hey, why don’t you start racing? You can borrow my car and race for a pink slip so you can get your own.”

The term ‘racing for pink slips’ simply meant that you would be able to obtain the opponent’s car as a prize if you won the race. You had already thought about doing it before, but you just weren’t confident that Atsumu would easily allow you. Having your own car meant that you would have your own freedom to do what you wanted which was what he didn’t want.

“I don’t know,” you answered with a shrug, “Come on, Rin. Don’t act like you’d ever let me touch this baby of yours.”

An amused grin appeared on his face as he played with his car keys. “Maybe you’re an exception ‘cause you’re a sister to me and I trust your driving skills.”

“My driving skills.” You shook your head in good humor. “How’s the chick from your neighborhood that owns a pink Honda S2k?”

You brought it up because you recalled that there was a girl that Suna literally challenged for a race many times before, but he always somehow ended up losing to her. You had a theory that maybe Rintarou liked her despite antagonizing the girl at every race, but you couldn’t also deny that she was a good driver overall. You absolutely loved seeing women in their element.

It seemed that Kita had caught on and proposed the same theory, “I swear you like her. This whole rival thing is just a front.”

“No, the fuck I don’t,” Suna quickly denied, absolutely detesting the thought. “Kitashin, come on. Not you, too.”

Before you could even respond, a scene-stealer and perfectly modified electric blue Chevrolet Corvette pulled up in the middle of the lined cars, completely taking everyone’s full attention. Literally everyone in the parking lot stopped what they were doing as they all turned to the breathtaking car in both curiosity and wonder.

“Woah, woah! Is that a Corvette C7?” some guy fanboyed from the other side of the parking lot.

“Think it’s a C8, bro!”

“Sick car!” Suna gushed, just as awestruck along with the other racers and spectators. He even took out his phone to snap a quick photo of it.

On one hand, it wasn’t the car that surprised you the most, it was the driver.

As soon as the owner got out of his car, you almost shit your pants at the sight of him. The brown hair, the tattoos, the permanent smirk on his pretty boy face—the whole facade was screaming for one name and one name only.

“Tooru Oikawa,” you spoke in utter surprise. He asked you not to forget his name and there was no way you definitely could.

You watched the guy earn looks of intrigue from everyone like a famous celebrity as he made his way to greet Aran while he was collecting bets for tonight’s race. You couldn’t hear their conversation because the song Like A Pimp was playing from a stereo nearby, but you did notice that Oikawa and Aran seemed to know each other well.

You just couldn’t believe it. It felt like such a crazy coincidence that the man that flirted with you earlier was a street racer all this time because it was the least you expected from him. He had the vibe, but it still didn’t cross your mind.

“You know the guy?” Osamu asked you, eyeing Oikawa who was grinning at whatever Aran was saying to him.

You nodded with your eyes still glued on the said guy. “Yeah. We, uh, bumped into him this afternoon.”

Fuck. You were suddenly reminded of how Atsumu punched this guy in the face after he asked for your number. And funnily enough, all the girls that flocked Atsumu were now directing their attention towards this newcomer. Frankly? You couldn’t blame them. It seemed to have riled your boyfriend up because his hands were balled into fists as soon as the two guys recognized each other. Tooru wasn’t affected, in fact, they faced each other like two boxers preparing for a brawl. With a rigid and domineering stance, his face was simply smug and definitely the annoying kind of smug.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, pulling Suna and the crew towards them. “They had an altercation earlier. Don’t let them get caught in another fight.”

By the time you came to Atsumu’s side, you could already hear the insults and remarks coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. Jesus. The blond was always one to sputter comments before he could receive one.

“So what’re you tryna do here, huh?” he taunted, keeping an unrelenting gaze on Tooru. “Showing off ‘yer daddy’s car?”

There were ‘oohs’ that collectively came from the crowd as you all watched the two run their mouths. Tooru, on the other hand, only got even more entertained and something told you that this was also the kind of scene that he was used to.

“Not sure ‘bout that,” Tooru responded, derisively. “I’m not the one driving daddy’s old GTR. Yours is more expensive than mine after all, ain’t it?”

Atsumu was quick to grab him by the shirt. “Watch it.”

Your instinct led you to get in between and separate the two for the second time today. Suna and Osamu helped with holding Atsumu back while Tooru’s eyes finally found yours at that exact moment. His lips instantly formed its trademark smirk just as he saw you like you were a shining gem that he had discovered in a wasteland. This very act was a declaration of war against Atsumu, because although knowing that you already had a boyfriend, Tooru was still pursuing you.

“What’s up, baby?” Tooru greeted you with a wink, causing your boyfriend to fume in jealousy.

“Tooru, what are you doing here?” you inquired, feeling all eyes on the two of you.

He didn’t even show the slightest interest towards anyone else but you. And even more, he seemed to have loved the fact that you referred to him by his first name. “Just thought it’d be fun to crash out-of-town races, plus I don’t wanna miss out on seeing a hot chick like you.”

Is he crazy?

Atsumu started laughing in disbelief. “I knew you’re not from here. Who the fuck do you think ‘ya are, huh?”

“Aran knows who the fuck I am,” Tooru answered, mocking Atsumu’s tone of voice before urging for Aran to speak up.

“Aight, y’all listen up! This guy’s the Grand King from Miyagi,” Aran then explained, much to everyone’s shock.

The fucking Grand King?!

You’ve heard enough about him from some of the racers who did out-of-town races, and from what you’ve heard, Tooru got the moniker ‘Grand King’ because he would crash out-of-town races just to beat every single gang and crew leader from all prefectures across Japan. Well, except Hyogo for now, but this place was obviously on his list.

He was that good.

He was also insane, because no one in Miyagi was good enough to beat him, which was why he would travel to every prefecture just to fill himself with the thrill that he badly wanted.

“Grand King, my fuckin’ ass,” Atsumu spat, pulling your arm while looking at him. “Race me.”

You winced from Atsumu’s hold as his nails dug crescent marks on your flesh. Oikawa was quick to notice this because his eyes flickered in anger for a second.

“Let her go,” he ordered under a stony gaze, only to receive your boyfriend’s sarcastic chuckle in return.

“I’ll do what I fucking want with her,” the blond bragged as though he was enforcing the idea to Tooru, “She’s mine.”

You tried to jerk your arm away unsuccessfully. “Atsumu, you’re hurting me—”

“Stop hurting her, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu commanded, “Don’t be an asshole just to show ‘yer tough.”

And with that, Atsumu’s ire only grew more. “Shut ‘yer trap! You’re always in my fucking business!” he yelled at his brother’s face before releasing you.

Your chest was aching along with the light red marks on your forearm. Suna’s immediate thought was to pull you behind him before standing on guard to protect you while Atsumu continued his conversation with Oikawa.

“What, too scared to race me?” Atsumu taunted, pushing Oikawa’s chest to incite a brawl, “I thought you’re the Grand King, huh?”

“Ooh.. Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“I’m not scared to lose and I hate guys who have bigger mouths than their car’s engine,” Oikawa retorted in a firmer stance, “Let’s race. If I lose, you get my car and I’ll pay you a hundred grand to match the GTR’s price. Clean and clear.”

What the—

The stakes were high for Atsumu and everyone else was profoundly shocked at the offer that Oikawa just gave him. Seriously. A hundred grand and a Corvette? Nobody in their right mind would even reject this chance.

“You willing to say goodbye to ‘yer car that easily?” your boyfriend sneered, already claiming his victory.

The Grand King remained confident in his own. “I have a McLaren at home. I’m not worried about a Chevy, bro.”

The audience broke into hoots and cheers. Even Suna and Kita couldn’t prevent themselves from displaying an impressed smile. Something about Tooru Oikawa being too relaxed about losing his Corvette because he had a freaking McLaren car definitely just thrashed on Atsumu’s superiority complex.

With all this, Atsumu huffed in aggravation. “And if I lose?”

“Simple.” Oikawa’s eyes met yours. “I get her.”

You froze from your spot as you looked into his eyes and just couldn’t wrap your mind around the deal that he just made. Your heart doubled a beat and raced like it was on its sixth gear because never in a million years did you think that you were going to be wagered into a fucking street race like you were some kind of a trophy.

This was just absurd. You were not to be treated as a transaction!

You furrowed your brows. “Are you crazy—”

“Fine.” Atsumu’s answer completely shocked you along with the surrounding audience.

Fine? Did he literally just agree to hand you over to a stranger? Was it that easy for him to lose you like you didn’t build a relationship for the last few years? Over a fucking bet? You knew Atsumu no longer loved you like he used to, but this was the peak of it.

“You know you can’t try to get her back once she’s mine, right?” Oikawa warned, watching Atsumu’s expression intently. “It’s a strict deal. You’re like making a deal with the devil.”

You were honestly offended at how they didn’t even consider your feelings before deciding on their crazy bet. You were being passed around like a blunt.

“Yeah,” Atsumu answered, clenching his fist to restrain his anger. “You can have that bitch, but you have to get through me first.”

“Atsumu,” you snarled, “How fucking dare you.”

“Piss off,” he told you, watching Oikawa’s scoff from the way the guy completely disregarded your feelings. Surely, he cared better for his pride than the bond you’ve had together.

It didn’t take long until the actual race was set and the audience surrounded the two. Aran later checked the modifications between both cars to decide if it would be a fair fight and all the while, Suna was doing his best to comfort you on the side.

“It’d be okay,” he consoled, rubbing your back.

Osamu ended up checking under the hood of Atsumu’s GT-R even though he already knew all of its specifications by heart. “Engine is a twin-turboed 3.6 liter V-6 with Nitrous Express in-car nitrous system,” he announced to an impressed crowd, “also an intercooler and a 545 horsepower.”

“Top speed?” Aran asked, turning to the car’s owner.

“220mph,” Atsumu boasted, sending his opponent a nasty look.

Oikawa just nodded in agreement. “Not bad.”

Soon enough, they went over to the Corvette and you noticed how Osamu’s eyes grew wide when he checked what was under the hood.

“Engine is a 6.2 liter LT2 small-block V-8. He’s got a Lingenfelter Extreme-S exhaust and a NOS fogger system,” Osamu explained, turning to Aran who then looked at Oikawa.

The brown-haired guy shrugged. “Top speed is just two hundred minus the nitro.”

“No downplay?”

“You’ve seen it, bro. It’s the skill, not the car.”

You could see the winning smile on Atsumu’s face at the fact that his car could go faster by 20mph and it made you roll your eyes heavily. No matter how fast his car was, it would always depend on the skill. Atsumu only ever cared more about the speed than the strategy and the only reason why he kept winning was because he owned one of the fastest cars ever made.

“Aight, we good?” Aran clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention before he looked at the two racers. “All good? The race is a 5km stretch along the construction site. We got people bordering the area so you know the path. First one to get back wins.”

“Sounds good, man.” Oikawa grinned, and in turn, made all the girls fall for his charm. Wasn’t it quite impressive how he only appeared today and yet he had already gained lots of fangirls?

Meanwhile, you were surprised when Atsumu approached you from where you stood and pulled you in for a rough kiss—in front of everybody—which he rarely did. And when he pulled away, he looked at you with less affection, but more rage. “Get in the fucking car with me. I’ll show this prick who owns you.”

“I-I don’t—!” You couldn’t even decline because he already gripped your arm and pushed you inside while Oikawa watched in distaste.

“Kissing her in front of me won’t make me want her any less.” Oikawa called out for one last time before getting in his car while Atsumu flicked him off.

“This is fucking stupid,” you hissed under your breath, leaning your head on the window with a frown.

The two guys revved their engines up as their cars were side by side in front of the red line. Aran stood in the middle to discuss the rules, the wager, and all the details they needed to know before the race. You knew that they weren’t even listening because they kept glancing at each other tauntingly, with Atsumu staring daggers at Oikawa and Oikawa giving him a sardonic peace sign in return.

Despite Oikawa's sarcastic wit, you didn’t miss the flash of sincerity in his eyes when he briefly looked at you, most likely telling himself that he would do whatever it took to win you. What you couldn’t really understand was why he chose you as the prize because this was just unreasonable. He must have wanted something else—something more.

And yet, this was the first time that someone was genuinely fighting for you.

As the flagger finally counted down to one, Atsumu hit the gas pedal and immediately accelerated the car at a speed faster than you’ve ever seen him do. It was clear as day that Atsumu was fueled by anger and driven by the motivation to beat the other guy. By then, you realized, it definitely wasn’t just about you. He was seizing the opportunity of dethroning the Grand King now that it was in his hands, whether he loses you or not, he was gearing more towards his pride and reputation than to keep you by his side.

To be fucking honest? It sucked.

Knowing that your boyfriend cared more about anything else than your own feelings. In the first place, he never regarded your feelings whenever he chose to wound your pride. Osamu was right—what was stopping you from just simply breaking up with him? The fear of loneliness? The fear of being abandoned? It wasn’t enough for you to take all of this toxicity and you should have realized that sooner.

“You know I’m not just an object, right?” you stated, watching him shift his gears aggressively.

“Shut the hell up!” he snapped, frantically glancing at the rear view mirror as he went past the Corvette. “I don’t know why that punk likes you so much, but I’m not gonna let him touch my things.”

His words elicited a bitter scoff out of you. “I’m a thing?”

“I said shut up, will ‘ya?!” He steered the car to the left with a scowl. “You’d be on the streets if we didn’t take you. You should humble yourself.”

His words hurt tenfold, so much that the pain was inflicted on your soul. That was what you’ve been doing all this fucking time—not being able to leave because you felt like you owed him and his family for the life they gave you, but here he was pouring salt to the wound.

“You’ve changed, Atsumu,” you said, swallowing the bile forming on your throat. He didn’t even listen to you. He was too busy grumbling as Oikawa’s car drafted closely from behind.

His engine roared and you could hear Atsumu cursing under his breath as he made another turn. The outside view was passing through your vision in complete blur because of the car’s velocity. Surprisingly, Oikawa skillfully oversteered his car and drifted with much precision until he was able to catch up in speed. The sound of his screeching tires rang in your ears for a few seconds, and in less than a minute, his car was head-to-head with Atsumu’s.

Oikawa’s face was visible from his window as he looked at your boyfriend, pulling a v-sign with his fingers between his mouth and displaying his tongue in between—bluntly mocking your boyfriend with the sexual act.

You weren’t going to lie. Oikawa’s mischievous and carefree nature almost earned a chuckle out of you, but this caused enough fury for Atsumu to hit the NOS switch.

It felt like your heart dropped to your stomach when the car accelerated to a dangerous speed. The sound of the turbo was so deafeningly loud that you would assume that you were speeding off to another dimension.

“What’cha got now, huh?!” Atsumu derided, laughing in absolute mockery.

It was the final turn.

You clutched the seatbelt as you watched his speedometer go from 160 to 180, but not long until he saw a roadblock sign that ultimately caused him to panic. “Watch out!” you nervously exclaimed.

“Shit!” Atsumu steered the car to the left and ended up losing his control for a brief second. His hands desperately tried to maneuver the steering wheel, but it was all too late.

A mere three seconds.

Only those three seconds were enough for Oikawa to catch up again and utilize his own NOS, boosting his car with the power of nitrous.

“Agh!” Atsumu pressed his foot on the accelerator at the intensity of his pique, chasing Oikawa very closely and bumping into him side by side. “I’m not letting you win!”

For the first time throughout the race, you saw Oikawa’s serious face and just how clearly focused he was in reaching the end of this race with enough determination. His vision was only on the finish line and his focus could not be broken by anything else, but the thought of winning you.

Good for him, because he did win by an inch.

Because you were his finish line.

The crowd ran and surrounded Oikawa’s car after he won the race while Atsumu pulled up behind and stayed inside the GTR. He was drawing in long, deep breaths of frustration and you suddenly felt scared that he wasn’t going to take his defeat lightly.

“Atsumu, it’s—”

“You wanted this, right?” he suddenly spoke, chest rising and falling with his restrained temper. He soon grabbed your wrist and looked at you with furious eyes. “You wanted to go to him! You wanted me to lose!”

“Atsumu, get off—” You tried to pull his hand away by clawing your nails on his forearm. You expected that he would take his anger on you like he always did, but not as soon as now. “Stop being a fucking dick to me! You’re the one who can’t race for shit!”

“You think I didn’t fucking see how ‘ya looked at him?”

“Let me go!”

You were grateful when the crew came and Osamu was banging Atsumu’s window to get him to stop holding onto you. His grip was strong, but you managed to reach for the lock with your other hand which was enough for Suna to open your door and help you off Atsumu’s hold.

“Dude, that’s enough,” Rintarou demanded, finally removing your bastard boyfriend’s hands off you.

You didn’t realize that you were already a crying mess as soon as you got out of the car and the crowd’s attention had shifted onto you. Particularly a very furious Oikawa.

Some girls quickly approached your side in both worry and concern.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Are you okay?”

But then, you couldn’t answer the kind girls that reached out to you because your eyes were fixated on Oikawa who was marching towards Atsumu before swinging a fist on his face.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off her. You don’t touch a girl like that!” Oikawa glowered at the guy, readying himself in case Atsumu fought back, but Osamu and Kita already held him tight.

“Race me again!” Atsumu sternly proposed, still in denial with his loss.

He could win on the second try, but Oikawa already turned his back and headed towards you.

“I don’t race losers,” he merely said, earning a growl from your now ex-boyfriend.

When your breathing had calmed down, you could see Atsumu trying to argue with Oikawa even as you garnered all of the man’s attention.

“You good?” asked him, to which you nodded.

Before anyone could even speak again, there was a siren going off from a distance and the crowd quickly dispersed, with someone yelling, “Cops! Cops!” and it didn’t take long for the cars to drive off in every direction. The scene was absolute chaos.

“Get in my car,” Oikawa insisted, opening the door to his Corvette.

“Y/N!” Atsumu yelled, eyeing you with authority and urging you to go to him. “You’re not going with him!”

Remembering the amount of tears that you’ve let out during your time with him, there was no longer any reason to stay and see his reaction. “It’s over, Atsumu.”

It was an exhausting night and the whole high-speed police car chase added to the rollercoaster of emotions that you just went through. Despite all that, there were also many things that you noticed about Oikawa while you were in his car.

a) He was a really good driver

He managed to escape the cops’ line of sight by speeding off the freeway without causing damages or any casualties. At one point, he even drove through a narrow distance between two huge trucks while nearing 180mph.

b) He was pretty fucking smart

He was knowledgeable enough on how the police operate which was exactly why he managed to dodge the EMPs (Electromagnetic Pulse) that the police officers tried to shoot on his car.

“What were those?” you inquired as he drove away from the city.

He glanced from his side mirror and then back to you. “EDU launchers. They’re these hi-tech car zappers that have taser-like functions. If your car gets hit by one, it delivers a blast of radio waves powerful enough to knock out vital engine electronics, making the targeted vehicle stall and slowly come to a stop. That way they can catch and arrest you.”

You literally had no idea that those things even existed. “You’ve been arrested before, have you?” you asked, not meaning to offend him, but just out of curiosity.

His lips then spread into a smile. “No, they always give up on chasing me.”

At 1 a.m., you realized that he was driving more relaxed after the cops had completely stopped pursuing him and then it clicked to you that this guy was now driving out of Hyogo.

“Where are we going?” you asked in panic, looking at the road signage that said ‘You are now leaving Hyogo’.

He casually manned the steering wheel with one hand. “Home.”

You looked at him as your heart went into a frenzied state. Frankly, it still hasn’t sunk in that this guy won you as his prize and you had no single idea what he had in mind. What if he was a gangster? Or a pimp? What if he was involved in something like human trafficking? What if he sells your organs?

After noticing the expression on your face, the man let out a snort, “You don’t wanna go back to that bastard, don’t you?”

It was an 11-hour drive from Hyogo to Miyagi so you definitely could not come back as easily as you wanted, but you also realized that you did want this. You had the chance to finally leave your life with Atsumu and start somewhere new. This was your cue. This was the perfect opportunity to do it and Oikawa was the savior that helped you get out of it.

Still, he was a stranger and would remain a stranger for the time being.

“N-No, but,” you hesitated, averting your eyes away. “I don’t trust you.”

“You can trust me not to hurt you like he does,” he said, turning his stereo on, “Relax. It’s a long drive and I’m not a serial killer, by the way.”

He offered a chuckle as you eased on your seat, taking a small blanket that he reached from the backseat while he kept a playful hand on your thigh. The song Tokyo Drift was playing from his bass-boosted stereo, makung you wish that you could just keep watching him drive so attractively.

But there was another thing on your mind that was bothering you and you only got the courage to say it as he pulled up at a driveway of a motel in the middle of nowhere.

“Tooru?”

“Mm?”

You looked at his caramel eyes. “What are we?”

“Whatever you want us to be.”

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Enough of the drivers, which mechanic?

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♰ memories - street racer!oikawa x fem!reader ♰

nsfw | 18+ | minors dni

a/n: this is kinda inspired by the fast and the furious: tokyo drift !! and not proofread sobsob,,

warnings: creampie, unprotected sex, illegal car meets/drift battle, slight intoxication (alcohol), driving while slightly intoxicated

word count: 5.6k

♰ this work is part of the rated L for lewd movie collab hosted by the 2d men discord kittens discord server. ♰

genre: romance

“Desperado, sitting in an old Monte Carlo” are the words blaring from the radio, and she’s right. You are sitting in the passenger seat of an old Monte Carlo, driving down the highway. Next to you the one driving the old car, your boyfriend, Tōru Oikawa. Where you’re going? No idea. He just told you to put on pretty clothes and follow him into the car and so you did.

It’s your 3 year anniversary and Tōru probably has something planned. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, when he’s on the highway, in the middle of one of those illegal street races he always takes part in, he’s a very romantic an intimate guy. He enjoys every second he spends with you together and he loves to show you that. He can be so gentle and caring, despite being a criminal. You look out of the window and watch all the lights of the passing cars on the other side of the median strip and reflect on how you even ended up in this situation.

You met Oikawa some years ago at an underground street race happening outside the city. The cocky guy he is, Tōru obviously started flirting with you and you fell for it. You hopelessly fell for all the compliments and the cheesy pickup lines. Eventually you somehow ended up together and your life completely changed. You’ve never been into illegal races and car meets like Oikawa’s but the thrill of knowing it’s against the law, somehow sparked something inside you and you committed yourself to the lifestyle. You spent the past 3 years together with Tōru and his crew, learning a ton about cars and the life as a criminal.

The boys own a tune shop in the middle of the city, they spend most of their time in. Mechanic by day, racer by night. You went from middle class college girl to rich ass racer girlfriend in less than a whole year. It amazes you, how much your life has changed and you’re actually happy about it. You love your life, especially with Tōru by your side.

The sound of drums rip you out of your thoughts and you look to the side, seeing that the song “Telepatía” by Kali Uchis started playing.

“aw did the song wake you up”, Oikawa says in a sarcastic voice, looking in your direction and trying to hold back his laughter.

“I wasn’t sleeping, asshole”, you tell him in a joking tone and look back out of the window. Tōru just laughs and looks back on the street. He informs you, that you’ll reach your destination in about ten minutes, whatever that destination was. You were hoping for some kind of restaurant, because you were starting to feel hungry.

By the time Tōru parked the Monte Carlo in an almost empty parking lot of a definitely very expensive restaurant, it was already dark outside, the clock in the car showing 22:17. You were happy about his decision to take you out for dinner. Oikawa looks to you with a grin on his face, which you can’t help but return. Fuck you loved this guy so much.

“Come on baby let’s go inside”, he says and unbuckles his seatbelt so he can get out of the vehicle. You did the same and walked over to his side, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. Tōru lets you grab his hand and gives yours a tight squeeze. His hand is very warm and the soft skin of his fingers feels nice on your own. It gives you some kind of comfort. It just feels like home, he feels like home.

Theres a light breeze carrying the faint scent of Tōru’s cologne, he put on before leaving your shared apartment. The air is fresh and feels cool on your warm skin. The feeling sends goosebumps down your spine, making you shake a little. You grab your boyfriend’s arm, letting him lead you to the entrance of the restaurant.

As you reach the door, one of the workers standing outside approaches the two of you, asking for Oikawa’s name and checking his reservation. The man gestures you to go inside and you hear Tōru thanking him. You’re lost in your thoughts and as you step into the restaurant, you remember the day you met your boyfriend.

You step into the parking garage and instantly smell the scent of exhaust and car tires. There’s a ton of people and almost as many cars. You can hear music playing in one corner and people making 2 step battles at the other side of the parking deck. You walk inside the garage and look around excitedly. It’s your first car meet ever and you’re excited to be there due to always having had a passion for cars. Its just like in all those movies and it feels good to be able to escape reality for at least a little.

As you’re walking past all the cars to the other side of the garage, where the stairs are to reach the first floor, a white McLaren Senna drives past you. Suddenly everyone around you stops what they’re doing and turns their head to look at the car in front of you, some people are cheering, others are start whispering to each other. You can’t really see who’s inside because the windows are tinted very dark, but the car soon parks in a parking spot not fast from you. This can’t be true. No. Is it really him?, you think, growing more excited.

The door of the drivers side opens and you see a young man dressed in a white dress shirt, black dress pants and dark brown, expensive looking leather dress shoes getting out of the car. His soft brown hair sways back as he lifts his head to look around. As he shuts the door to his car, another man dressed in a white tank top thats covered in what looks like oil stains, teal cargo pants with a white print on the side of the leg and black doc martens approches him, giving him a fist bump. It’s really him. The drift king.

Fuck is that guy hot, you think while looking back at the brown haired man. Just as you wanted to look away, he turns his head to look at you, the man next to him doing the same. They both stare intently at you and you hold eye contact with the caramel eyes of the driver.

The black haired guy with the cargo pants says something, making his friend smirk and turn away from you. He locks his car and walks around it to join a little group of people, all dressed in white tank tops exposing their muscular arms and the teal cargo pants with the white print. The brown haired man seems to be the only one not wearing that outfit in the group.

Only after another car drives past you, the driver revving it’s engine, you fall out of your somewhat trance and come back to reality, realizing you’ve been standing in the way the whole time, completely lost. You make a few steps towards where the brown haired guy from just now parked his car and slowly approach the group. You see the black haired guy from earlier poking the brown haired man’s arm and you see both of them looking in your direction.

The guy with the shirt dress stands up front the hood of the car he’s been sitting on and walks into your direction, looking straight into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and you stop walking , standing right in front of him now. Fuck.

“So you are DK?”, you ask him, fully knowing who he is. Tōru Oikawa, the grand king of the underground street racing scene.

“That’s right, darling”, he says with a smug look on his face, twisting the cigarette he’s holding between his index and middle finger, “and may I ask who are you? I can’t remember ever having seen you around here before.” Oikawa takes a pull from the cigarette, slightly turning his head to the left to release the smoke, not wanting to blow it right into your face. What he’s doing is definitely dangerous but he doesn’t look like it bothers him even one bit.

You introduce yourself to him, telling him about how this is your first ever race or rather car meet. He nods his head, showing you he understand and asks if you’re alone, receiving a simple “yea i am” as an answer. You’re seemingly nervous around him, knowing that he’s a top tier racer and unofficially one of the most popular men in the whole city probably. And he’s rich, stinking rich. He probably wipes his ass with money.

“Don’t be nervous sweetheart, come and join us. We can hang out a little before the race starts”, he says, pointing at his peer group with his left hand before taking another pull from his cigarette he’s holding with the same hand, “you’re gonna watch the race aren’t you?”

“ ‘course I will. What do you think I’m here for?” You say, smiling a little as he chuckles softly. You follow him over to his car, being greeted by his crew right away. You join them and sit down on the hood of the car Oikawa was sitting earlier, right next to him.

Time flies and your conversation gets interrupted by someone announcing the race starting in 10 minutes through a speaker.

“Come on y/n, we have a race to win”, Tōru says, walking away from the group. You jog after him, visibly confused.

“We?”, you ask and he turns his head towards you, a big grin on his face. He nods and tells you to get into his car, opening and closing the door for you. He hops into the driver seat and starts his car, pulling out of the parking spot and driving to the starting line, positioning himself in his place. One other car pulls up next to him and he lets down his window.

The other guy does the same and you can see a black haired guy wearing black sunglasses sitting in the black Rimac Nivera.

“Tobio-chan! it’s been some time”, Oikawa yells, speaking to his rival. Said guy just shows him the middle finger and pulls his windows back up, “I’m gonna crush you, you motherfucker”, the king says in a dark voice, closing his window too.

You look at Oikawa with a questioning look on you face, curious who the black haired man was. He looked a bit younger than Tōru does and had a cold look on his face. The two men seemed to really dislike each other.

As Oikawa turns around, he sees your curious face and tells you about the guy’s name being Tobio Kageyama. He’s two years older and apparently the grand king’s biggest rival. He’s a newcomer who just started racing a few months ago but according to the guy next to you, Kageyama is a very skilled and talented young man who has already crushed a lot of veteran racers who were scene as undefeatable around here.

The second Oikawa finishes his monologue, there’s the guy from earlier being heard, announcing the race is about to start in a few minutes and you look up and out of the window. A lot of people have gathered around the “racetrack”, eagerly waiting for the two rivals to start their battle. Well technically it’s not really a race but more a drift battle. The goal is to reach the top of the parking garage first, drifting all the way up there.

There are bets going on about who is going to win and most people participating obviously bet in the undefeated drift king, Tōru Oikawa. Everyone’s excited, including you as a girl in shorts and a bikini top walks in front of the two cars, asking if the drivers are ready. Tōru lays his left hand on your right thigh before giving her a thumbs up, just like Kageyama next to him.

The young woman is holding a black and white checkered flag in her hands and as soon as both drivers gave her a sign, that they’re ready, she starts counting down from five using her fingers stretched into the air. Kageyama and Oikawa start revving their engines and as soon as she swings the flag as a sign to start, they step on the gas.

Kageyama has a small advantage, since he’s on the right side and has a shorter way which makes him slightly faster while drifting, but Tōru is pretty certain he’s going to win anyways. He has the better technique and definitely way more experience, than the young newcomer battling him. They both soon reach the first spiral and both of them pull the e-break, swift their steering wheels to the side and drift upwards to the first floor of the parking garage.

There’s a lot of people on each floor, waiting for the racers to drive past them. The mood is absolutely amazing, everyone’s cheering and eagerly watching the two drivers as they make their way to the top of the garage.

Oikawa and Kageyama are tail on tail, but as they reach the next floor, Oikawa steps on the gas and surpasses Kageyama, blocking the whole way while drifting up to the 3rd floor, making it hard for the younger guy to take back the lead. Oikawa is laughing, as he watches his rival slowly but surely disappear in the rear view mirror of his car. He soon reaches the last spiral and turns the steering wheel one more time, making his car swift to the right. One thing is clear: he definitely deserves being called the drift king.

Tōru finally reaches the roof and parks his McLaren right in the middle of it, in between the crowd of people who were following the whole race. He looks over to you and smiles at you. “And?” He asks, earning nothing but a shocked face from you.

“That. Was fucking amazing”, you answer, not able to believe what just happened. Tōru just chuckles and unbuckles his seatbelt. You do the same and the both of you get approached by several people as soon as you step out of the sports car, receiving congratulations and pats on the shoulder.

Oikawa walks over to your side and the next thing he does has you completely shocked and frozen in place. He reaches for your hand, pulling him closer to him and swirls his right arm around you waist, pressing you against his body. He cups your left cheek with his other hand and presses a kiss on your lips. You feel his breath against your face and his lips feel very soft against yours, making you melt into the embrace.

Tōru gives you a quick peck on your lips, bringing you back into reality, before pulling back your chair to make it easier for you to take a seat and finally sits down himself. A waiter approaches your table, bringing you the menu for today.

You both decide on starting with the appetizer for today, a fresh salmon roe with taro and shiitake mushroom with a hint of yuzu citrus. The main dish will be a hotpot with horsebead snapper, wax gourd and okura, accompanied by maitake and wood-ear mushrooms. Last but not least, as a dessert you two decided on the Japanese pear, grapes, muscat and fig with sundashi citrus sherbet in white wine jelly.

Oikawa also ordered a bottle of Pol Roger Sir Winston Churchill champagne, which was the first thing to be served in a little bucket filled with ice cubes. Tōru takes out the bottle, removes the cork and pours some of the 129 thousand yen worth drink into your glass. You watch as it bubbles up a little and remember one specific night.

Tōru pours you another glass of champagne as you’re both sitting in his jacuzzi, already tipsy from all the alcohol you consumed. Your body feels hot, especially your cheeks and you gladly accept the glass with the cool drink from Oikawa. You take a sip and put it back down on the wide edge of the hot tub, feeling the champagne travel down your throat and making you feel even hotter.

You have been hanging out with DK and his friends since that day you met him at the car meet and have grown pretty close to him. You’re spending a lot of time together despite you attending university. Your life has changed drastically, you’re not the bored little girl anymore who used to spend her whole time in her apartment, you’re regularly attempting street races and car meets now and spend a lot of your time in Seijoh’s tune shop helping out as a mechanic here and there to earn a “little” money. You usually spend your evenings at Oikawas house, spending some alone time with the guy. Just like today, the two of you often chill in the jacuzzi in the basement of his definitely huge house.

You feel a hand grabbing your hip from behind and a body pressing against your ass. Tōru’s hand reaches in front of you to place down his own drink and you watch the muscles of his toned biceps flex. His strong cologne is fogging your brain and you prop yourself up, leaning against his chest with your back. Oikawa wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you feel his cock pressing hard against your ass. He leans down to your neck and places kisses all over the side of your neck and the top of your shoulders. You lean your head on his left shoulder to grant him better access to your body and place a chaste kiss on his left cheek.

“You’re so pretty, baby”, Oikawa tells you and presses his lips against your cheek. He turns you around to face him, you lay your hands on his chest and he kisses your lips softly. You grab Tōru by the neck to pull him closer to you, your lips moving smoothly against each other. He cups your face with his left hand and reaches behind you to open your bikini top with the other one, removing the piece of clothing.

One of your hands finds itself palming Oikawa’s erection through his black swimming trunks and the other one is traveling up and down his toned body, gliding over his slightly wet abs. He’s cupping your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before also toying with your clothed cunt, applying pressure to your clit, earning a soft moan from you. He chuckles as he grabs your hand on his crotch, guiding it into his pants to grab his cock and jerk him off and so you do.

You soon find yourself sitting on the man’s lap, bouncing up and down his length, using him to fuck yourself while he’s resting against the wall of the jacuzzi, head thrown back, arms resting on the edge of the hot tub, champagne glass in one hand. He’s heavily panting and lets out a guttural moan, when you clench around him, making him lift his head up to look at you.

“I’m so fucking close, princess, keep fucking me”, he tells you in a husky voice and you listen to him, picking up your pace a little. You start moving your hips in circles and keep bouncing in his cock until you feel him twitching inside you and a coil building up in your own stomach.

Oikawa puts down the glass and grabs both of your hips, sitting up straight and guiding you to fuck him even harder. He slams your hips down on him and moves his own along your movements to meet your body even harder. You moan and throw back your head, arms looped around the guy’s neck for stability.

He leans forward and plants open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest until he meets your lips and closes you into a heated kiss. You can feel his hips stuttering and he pulls away to let out a series of curses and loud moans. The hot image of the man in front of you being in complete ecstasy pushes you over the edge and you come on his cock with a moan, gripping on his shoulders and burying your head into his neck.

Tōru fucks you through your orgasm and lifts you off of his lap after you both finished. The two of you are panting and completely out of breath. Oikawa plants one more kiss on your lips and pulls you back in his lap to sit on him, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

“Fuck that was so good”, Tōru praises and you just nod your head, unable to form a proper sentence. He grabs the almost empty champagne bottle and pours some of the drink into the two glasses, handing you yours and taking his own. He helps you sit up in his lap and you clink glasses.

You clink glasses as both you and Tōru are laughing about something he just told you about. You’re already done eating and are about to finish your dessert too. You take a sip from the expensive drink and set the now empty glass back down on the table to eat the last bite of your white wine jelly.

Tōru is already done and asks a passing waiter for the bill so you can pay and finally go home, since it’s already pretty late. It took you a few hours to eat, so you think it must be around 1:30 in the morning.

You loved these kind of dates with Tōru, it makes life just feel so much more normal to you and you get to spend a lot of time alone with your loving boyfriend. It’s always fun and just feels so good to just have a nice meal and talk to him for hours. It’s not that you never have time to do so besides going on dates with him but these nights just feel so much more special and have such a nice and calming vibe to them. You watch your boyfriend intently, as he talks to the waiter and pays for both of your food. You love just watching him and can’t hold back a wide grin when he laughs at something the man next to him said.

You love thinking about the past years of being together with him. There’s just so much stuff bringing you back into the past and making you relive some beautiful memories you share with the man you’re so helplessly in love with. It’s nice thinking about it, because it always reminds you of how crazy your life has become and how randomly it all even started that one night you stepped into the parking garage.

Oikawa finally gets up from his seat, and walks over to you, gently pulling back your chair to make it easier for you to get up. He grabs your jacket and helps you out it in before taking your hand and guiding you out of the restaurant onto the parking lot.

As you step outside, the cold air of the night hits you and a chill runs down your spine, making Tōru look at you and chuckle softly.

“Are you cold?”, he asks, still grinning to himself.

“Oh no I’m just shaking for fun you know”, you say in a sarcastic voice, making him laugh out loud, “of course I’m cold, dumbass.”

“Come here”, Oikawa pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back as an attempt to warm you up a little, “let’s get into the car.”

You nod your head and follow him back to the old Monte Carlo parked on the other side of the parking lot. As the two of you reach the car, you get into the passenger seat and Tōru hops into the drivers seat. He starts the ignition and turns on the heater on high heat.

Oikawa turns to you and stretches out his arm to cup your face. He gently pulls you towards him and kisses your lips softly. You can taste the faint hint of champagne on his lips despite him only having had two glasses so he can still drive you both home. You abruptly pull away as you hear a loud bang, so does your boyfriend. You look out of the windshield and see a firework being fired in the distance.

“Oh I forgot there was a firework today. Do you wanna go watch it?”, Oikawa asks you while turning down the heat due to the car being a nice temperature now. You tell him you’d love to watch it with him and the guy pulls out of the parking lot and onto the street, driving through the city to get closer to the firework.

He enters a parking garage and you notice that it looks very familiar. Tōru drives all the way up to the roof and memories flood your head again and you can’t surpress a little smile. As you reach the top of the garage, Oikawa drives over to the very edge of the parking lot to park his car, granting both of you a nice view of the firework happening in the city.

You get out of the car and walk in front of the Monte Carlo to sit on its hood right next to your boyfriend. You feel the alcohol doing it’s work in your body and feel your head lightly spinning. The cool breeze feels good and refreshing on your hot skin.

Tōru rests his hand behind your back and leans towards you, laying his head on top of yours as he closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath before he opens his eyes back up.

You lean against him after planting a soft kiss on his cheek and you just look into the distance to watch the firework in front of you, enjoying the beautiful moment. You whisper a faint “I love you, Tōru” and your boyfriend sits up to look at you. He answers with an “i love you too, y/n” and leans in to kiss you, cupping your cheek with one of his hands and picking you up from the hood of his car to press your body against his own with the other.

Your lips are moving against each other in a slow pace and you feel Tōru lightly biting your lower lip, asking you to part your lips for his tongue to be able to enter and so you do, granting him access to your mouth. He presses his tongue against yours and you take in the faint taste of the dessert from earlier mixed with the champagne.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck when you pull away to look into Oikawa’s eye. He smiles at you and nuzzles his head into your neck, telling you how much he loves you and you bury your hand in the hair at the back of his head, feeling it laying soft and light on your skin.

The two of you just stay like this for a while not saying a single word to just enjoy the intimate moment. You’re happy to be able to share this Somme to with your boyfriend, because you know Tōru is usually very private about his love life and doesn’t show you a lot of affection in public, especially if there’s other people around. He usually goes for small gestures but he rarely starts making out with you or hugs you tightly like right now. You smile to yourself, thinking about this, appreciating his actions.

After some time, Oikawa removes his head from the warmth of your neck and turns around to look over the city. “The firework is over”, he points out and you follow his gaze, only now realizing that he’s right. You didn’t pay much attention to it and didn’t even notice it being over.

Tōru takes your hand in his, giving it a quick kiss and guiding you back to the passenger side of the car, asking you to get in so you can go back home. He hops back into he drivers seat and pulls out of the parking spot, driving all the way done to the exit of the a parking garage and back onto the street.

You watch the passing buildings through the window and music is quietly playing in the background. Tōru constantly switches between laying his hand on your thigh and taking off to switch gears, teasing you and making you so desperate for his touch.

You soon reach your shared apartment and go straight into your bedroom as soon as you step through the door and took off your shoes and jacket, closely followed by your boyfriend. He turns you around to look at him and instantly presses his lips on yours, engulfing you in a heated kiss, as you run your hands over his chest, stripping the already loose jacket of his suit over his shoulders and removing it from him. You quickly undo the buttons of his dress shirt and remove the piece of clothing while still kissing him.

You reach down to his pants, pulling him closer by the waistband and undo the button and zipper of his dress pants revealing a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers covering his bulge. Tōru grabs you by the waist and gently pushes you backwards until your legs hit the edge of your bed and you sit down, letting him push you by the shoulder to lay down. Oikawa breaks the kiss and completely removes his pants and underwear, his erect cock slapping against his belly and standing up tall as it springs free.

In the mean time you undid the zipper of your dress and see him walking towards your now, he rests one of his knees between you legs and reaches down to press a kiss on your lips. Oikawa slowly pulls down your dress and throws it somewhere behind him as soon as he completely removed it from you. His hands run up and down your body and he leans down to leave a trail of hot open mouthed kisses from your collarbone down to your lower belly.

He gets down on his knees in front of you and lays both of your legs over his shoulders, instantly burying his face in your pussy, spreading your folds with his tongue, savoring your taste. Your hands fly to his head, grabbing Tōrus hair and tugging on it while he eagerly eats you out, leaving you a moaning mess. He shoves two of his fingers into your hole, scissoring them inside you and pumping them in and out of you, making you curl your toes and arch your back.

You tug on his air again, making him completely lose his patience.he stands back up and leans down to your ear, having his dick in his hand, giving it a few pumps.

“You make me go crazy”, he whispers in a husky voice, leaving goosebumps all over your body.

Tōru lines up his tip with your cunt and pushes himself into you, stretching you out and making you moan and clench around his thick cock. He placed his hands on either side of your head for support and almost pulls out completely, just to push himself back inside, hitting all the right spots while doing so. He watches your face and the way your eyes roll back, when he fucks you harder with every thrust.

You grab his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin leaving marks all over him, making him let out a staggered breath. Tōru stands back up and grabs you by the hips, pushing you towards him every time he ruts his dick inside you to fuck you even harder making you moan his name in a staggered sceam.

“F-fuck to-oru”, you scream out, the words broken into syllables by his hard thrusts.

He keeps fucking you faster and harder and soon Oikawa starts rubbing circles on your clit, making you clench around his long cock, getting a deep guttoral moan as a response from him. He breathes out a husky “fuck” and applies more pressure in your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

You feel him throbbing inside of you and watch him lowering his head, breathing heavily and letting out soft moans from the pleasure of your soft walks around him. The image of Tōru being so hot combined with his precise thrusts and his fingers pleasing your clit are enough to make you come, creaming around him and clenching down on him even harder than before, pushing him over the edge too.

You feel him releasing his hot cum inside you and hear a series of staggered moans and deep breaths coming from him as he keeps fucking you through both of your orgasms. The mixture of your cum leaks from your clenching hole, as soon as he removes his already softening cock, staining the dark sheets underneath you.

Tōru falls limp on top of you, a sheer film of sweat covering his body. He rests his head on your chest with his eyes closed, resting a little before getting back up, pulling you with him.

“Let’s go clean up, we can cuddle later”, he tells you in a raspy, tired sounding voice and is you follow him into the bathroom, letting him clean you up in the shower and wrapping you into a towel after you’re done showering.

The two of you lay back down in the bed, your head resting on his naked chest, his arms wrapped around your body, holding you close and you close your eyes, slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.

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