#deciphered

✧ chapter specific content warnings: alcohol, sexual explicit content, sexual intercourse, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, overstimulation, praise kinks, choking, getting fucked against the window, oikawa's lowkey bit of a dom in here

Oikawa pulled up in the corner of the garage, several floors down from the main road above. It was almost 2 AM when you both arrived at his condominium complex, the building standing around fifty stories high. The Aoba Johsai Tower was one of the most expensive residence establishments in all of Tokyo, wondering to yourself how he was able to afford such a luxury in the middle of Shibuya.

Once he parked his car into a designated spot, he turned off the engine and leaped out of the car, walking over to your side in order to open the door for you. While unbuckling your seatbelt, he offered you a hand, helping you up from your seat. He placed his arm delicately behind your waist, supporting your body so you wouldn’t fall back.

He never failed to impress you with his chivalry, regardless of the situation. Despite his notorious “bad boy” façade, you couldn’t help but think quite the opposite—he was everything you didn’t expect of him. Although he did fulfill the mysterious aspect of his personality, Oikawa was very blunt and to the point yet still aware of keeping his manners. In a sense, you could tell he was leaving enough bits of himself out for you to become interested—yet not enough for you to know who he really was.

The elevator ride up to his condo was long, the numbers going higher and higher as it ascended, constantly opening up for hundreds of residents going in and out. The glass windows spanned all sides, taking in the beautiful view of Tokyo—the same purple, blue and red lights flashing throughout the city. The sky became cloudy, small droplets of rain now forming to stick outside the elevator walls.

“You live in a really nice place.” You stepped up close to the window, watching the elevator rise up from beneath your feet.

“Yeah, I picked it for the view, I think it’s the best in all of Tokyo. It has the city here,” Oikawa placed his left hand on your shoulder, pressing your back up against his chest while pointing to the skyline with his right. He turned you along towards the other side, aiming at the direction to the large body of water in the distance. “...and the view of the bay over here. It’s absolutely breathtaking.”

He kept his hand on your shoulder, the tip of his pointer finger touching the warm skin on your neck. The feeling made you shiver, blood rushing throughout your body as your heart began to feel like it pumped out of your chest. Being around him made you nervous, despite telling him otherwise earlier on.

Once the elevator door opened to the forty-fifth floor, Oikawa stepped out first and grabbed your hand, leading you down the hallway to his place. It was situated at the end of the narrow corridor, passing by multiple units before stopping in front of a door labeled “45-17”. As he took out an RFID card from his wallet and unlocked the front door, the warm smell of cedarwood and bergamot clouded your nose. 

The air inside his condo felt warm and inviting, almost like a fireplace had just been turned on. From the front door, one wall across the room was virtually a large window situated from the ceiling to the floor, all in direct sight of the Tokyo city nightscape. To your left was an open kitchen with dark oak cabinets, a modern look taking inspiration from western architecture.

It was spacious with his bedroom door just a few feet away from his kitchen, the door peeking open by a slit as you saw the same glass window spanning from ceiling to floor. A white leather couch was situated directly in the middle of his living room, a flatscreen TV just across from it with a vinyl record player sitting on the stand underneath. 

He kept his condo space minimal, barely any art or decorations displayed throughout. The floor beneath your feet felt cold, the heat disappearing from the surface of your skin as your body began to shiver despite the warmth surrounding the air. You heard Oikawa close the door behind you, locking it in place.

“May I take your jacket?” He softly asked, placing his left hand back on your shoulder again. Without saying a word, you slipped your arms out from the sleeves of your father’s denim jacket, letting him take it from you as he placed it near the coat closet. While rubbing the sides of your arms, you started to walk without him into the darkness of his condo—the fluorescent neon signs from the Tokyo skyline residing as the only source of light.

In the corner of his living room rested a small organizer with only academic books and a large framed picture leaning against the wall. It appeared to be a small flyer with the words “WANTED: BEWARE!” in a bold red font at the top, displaying a mugshot of what you presumed to be Oikawa. It was dated from around four years ago with the reward of his capture starting at ten million yen.

You heard his footsteps come up behind you, feeling his presence loom over your figure when you grabbed the frame, continuing to inspect each element of the text surrounding his photo. While pointing your finger on the glass, you turned your head to the right, staring straight into Oikawa’s eyes.

“What is this?” You asked, still keeping your index finger on the framed flyer, not able to tell if it was him because of the poor photo quality. Turning your head back to the picture, you noticed his hair cut very short, the prominent dragon tattoo still residing on the right side of his neck. He kept a straight face, the same expressionless look he always gave. “Your wanted photo?” 

“Yeah.” Oikawa took the frame out of your hands, placing it back onto the organizer. He turned around and started to walk towards the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, whistling an upbeat tune in the process.

“And you decided to frame it?” You followed closely behind him with a confused expression on your face, stopping right before the edge of the kitchen counter, sitting down on one of the bar stools. While resting your hands on your lap, Oikawa opened the refrigerator in his kitchen, wandering his eyes in search of something specific.

“The photographers caught my good side.” Oikawa admitted, shrugging his shoulders as he turned his body halfway over to you, the corner of his mouth trailing up with his eyebrow slightly raised. “Do you want a beer?”

He reached in and grabbed two black cans, placing them both in his left hand while he opened a side cabinet right next to the refrigerator, pulling out the matching beer glasses from the back of the cupboard. Without letting you answer to his offer, he placed the beer and glass cups on the kitchen counter in front of you, pulling the tab open on one of the cans.           

When Oikawa poured the beer into the glass, it came out pitch black just like the label said; “Tokyo Black”. Though, to your surprise, it smelled very sweet with hints of cream and chocolate, something you didn’t expect to come out of a beer as dark as it was. You wondered if he had a sweet tooth, recalling back to the e-cigarette he smoked smelling decadently sweet like caramel.

He pushed the glass towards you with a smile on his face, his eyes hooded down while he rested both of his elbows on the counter. “For you.”

Oikawa didn’t even pour his beer into the glass—instead, he instantly cracked it open, taking a sip straight from the can. As he savored the flavor of the alcoholic beverage, you grabbed the glass in front of you and took a sip, letting the flavor of the porter enter your mouth. Expected from the initial smell, it tasted sweet with hints of the chocolate and malt mixed in. You took another sip, exhaling softly while declaring it was pretty tasty.

“It’s good, right?” Oikawa cleared his throat, taking a quick swig before placing it down on the counter. “It’s fairly cheap and tastes amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.” You sipped the beer again, feeling the slight fizz on your tongue. The taste was peculiar, yet satisfying. In a way, you could compare the drink to Oikawa—completely shaded over in mystery, yet leaving traces of what was to be expected inside—a sweet, indulgent and sultry surprise that lingered on the tip of your tongue.

He took another sip, staring at you from the corner of his eyes. “I would drink this all the time in Osaka, though I feel like it tasted a lot better back then. The younger brothers of my gang, introduced it to me.”

You twirled the beer in the glass, letting the black liquid touch up to the edges as your hand spun in a circular motion. Every time Oikawa mentioned Osaka, you were reminded of the little game you both had agreed upon; getting him to open up, finally knowing what kind of person he was. There was still so much you wanted to know about him with the way he was leaving so many crumbs for you to cling onto—it only heightened your desire to get him to crack.

You looked up back at him with one eyebrow raised and a mischievous smile on your lips, ready to purposefully bombard him with intrusive questions in order to make him feel uncomfortable, in order to make him snap. Although you didn’t know him well, it was the process of knowing that made it fun for you. 

“Oikawa—”

“You can just call me Tooru.” He interrupted you mid-sentence, wiggling his right eyebrow up in the process. While he took another sip from the beer can, you squinted your eyes and pouted your lips.

“I thought you said you wanted me to call you anytime.” Your face transformed into a light-hearted sneer with your eyebrows raised and a smirk on your lips. 

Oikawa smiled along with you, a sharp exhale from the side of his mouth. “That too.” 

You chuckled underneath your breath, playfully rolling your eyes to the side as you placed the glass of beer up to your lips again. Admittedly, he was very flirtatious—it didn’t seem to trail off too much from his given Casanova charm. Nonetheless, you didn’t allow it to distract you from your goal as you put the glass back onto the counter, resting both of your elbows down. You cradled your chin in between your hands, peering straight at him with a sly smile on your face.

“So, Tooru. Please enlighten me about your time in Osaka, I’m dying to know.”   

Oikawa smiled back at you as he finished the small can of beer, emptying out the last bit of alcohol from the container. “Ah, I see you’re still trying to get me to crack. Well nice try—you’re not getting anything out of me.”

You shrugged your shoulders and closed your eyes, amusingly admitting the defeat in your attempt. “Mmm, thought I’d try. It was worth a shot.”

As you both began to laugh with each other, he leaned over the counter and rested his elbows down, reaching his hand out to you. Oikawa delicately traced his finger along the inside of your palm, his eyes now looking deep into yours, giving you the same alluring gaze from before. “One never reveals what he has done, nor expose his true identity. First rule of the Kitagawa Daiichi.”

You stared back into his eyes, realizing nothing relied past the abyss of the unknown. It hinted that you had to find other means of beating him at his own game—unbeknownst to you, Oikawa was already several steps ahead. “I thought the yakuza doesn’t abide by the rules.”

Oikawa broke the eye contact, lightly tapping his left index finger on your hand. “That’s where you’re mistaken. Rules and etiquette are the only things the yakuza abides by—those, along with loyalty and honor.” 

You didn’t respond; instead, you reached your hand out to him, stroking the side of his arm. While staring into his somber eyes, you brushed the back of your finger against his elbow, a genuine and warmhearted expression on your face. “I guess that’s why you’re so kind.”

Oikawa stared back at you with a blank expression, not sure how to react to your assumption. You held your breath in for a second, not moving a muscle as he continued to trace his finger along the top of your hand, grazing the tip of his nail against your knuckles. In a second, he slid his hand beneath and intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing your palms close together.       

“I’ve been called many things,” Oikawa began to speak in a solemn tone, his voice now soft spoken in a low pitch. “Arrogant, ingenuine, manipulative. Sometimes even heartless.”

Your heart pounded out of your chest as he inched closer to you, delicately squeezing your palm as he continued to gaze into your eyes with the same distant expression on his face. His eyelashes were long, noticing the glisten in his pupils from the kitchen lights above—it brought a sense of life to what seemed to be so empty from before.

“Never once has anyone described me as kind.”

You remained still, not saying a word as he retracted his hand away from yours. The bottom of your palm continued to rest against the granite countertop, slowly curling your fingers inwards to make a fist. Oikawa lowered his head and quickly walked out of the kitchen, towards the large window wall on the other side of the living room.

His mood shifted so quickly, almost like you pulled a sensitive string on his heart. Silence crept up between you two, only the sounds of the rain beginning to fall harder on the window echoed throughout the condo. You swiveled the barstool chair around, landing your feet back onto the cold oak floor.

“Are you okay?” A foreboding intuition weighted on your conscience, noticing that something was bothering him extensively. Oikawa didn’t respond immediately, placing his hands inside the front pockets of his jeans, his whole body faced towards the outside of his window. 

You walked up to him with your hands crossed over your chest, leaning your head to the right in order to peek up at his eyes. He gazed straight into yours, not a single expression nor a clear observable distinction of what he was feeling rested upon his face. Oikawa’s mood remained a mystery, never knowing what he was truly thinking up in his mind at the moment.

“Like what you said, I’m a criminal.” He looked out to the skyline view, focusing his vision on his own reflection through the glass. From what you could see, his thoughts trailed off somewhere, the melancholic glimpse in his eyes foretelling the sign. “No one can really see me as anything else.” 

You instinctively rested your left hand on his shoulder, garnering his attention quickly as it suddenly snapped him out of a trance. Oikawa turned his body towards you, gazing back into your eyes. For a moment, you both stared at each other in silence—somehow, the less words exchanged, the more you two began to understand one another. Only the sound of the rain droplets on the window and the Tokyo traffic in the distance filled the room, leaving it to echo quietly throughout the condo. 

There was a sense of growing intimacy as his gaze wandered up your body, leading straight to your eyes—all you could see in his was pain, something truly hurting him inside. It was almost intuitive of you to recognize it, a part of Oikawa wanting you to pull him out of this dark void. Yet, the place remained faded over, subconsciously telling you that he didn’t want you to look in too deeply. Perhaps if you did, he was scared there would be nothing there for you to see.

Oikawa let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before turning his head back to face the window wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go quiet on you.”

“It’s okay,” you responded, your left hand still placed on his shoulder. “Sometimes, silence is all that can be said.”

He continued to stare at the Tokyo nightscape, the window now flooded with streams of water dripping down the side of the building. The lights of the skyline were blurred through the glass, the soft patter of the droplets now growing louder as it began to rain harder. You also stared out of the window alongside him in the dimmed end of his condo, watching the entire city light up underneath the small crescent moon peeking through the overcast clouds.

You both awkwardly stood next to each other, not sure what else to say in the moment. The white noise from the heater and the rain against the window filled the silence in between you two, your arms now crossed over your chest with Oikawa’s hands still in the front pocket of his jeans. You turned to face him once more, the side of your eyes looking back at his living room behind.

“Hey, I’m really sorry if I was being too intrusive and asking for way too much back there. We don’t have to talk about it anymore if you feel uncomfortable.” You rubbed your left arm with your right hand, ashamedly looking towards the dimly lit kitchen lights.

“You know one thing no one ever asks me about?” Oikawa continued to stare at the window, observing the passing cars from down below on the expressway bridge. He didn’t turn to look at you, keeping the same monotonous expression on his face.

“What is it?” You stepped one inch closer to him, your body now parallel to the window.

He didn’t respond as he turned to look at the living room, his hands still tucked within his front pockets. You didn’t notice it before, but underneath the side of his jaw rested a small scar, a faint one that blended in with the rest of his skin. It was concealable to most, but up close inches away from his face, it was the only thing you could see that was noticeable.

Oikawa reached his right hand out, hesitantly grabbing onto yours. He grasped the edge of your fingers delicately, the same way he did when he was leading you through the crowd of the second race—almost like he was scared to hurt you again. While turning his head back, he gave you another soft smile. “Let me show you something.”

You both took a few steps over to his TV stand which rested a modern turntable with two small box speakers on each side. Underneath resided dozens of records, all stacked vertically throughout the open compartment. Oikawa leaned down on one knee and brushed his fingers along the top of the records, slowly picking through each album sleeve until he pulled a specific one out.

While he slipped it out of the cover sleeve, Oikawa opened up the transparent dust cover of his vinyl player and laid the black record on the platter, holding up the needle to place it on the edge. Within a second as he pressed the play button, the quiet static of the needle shifting through the grooves echoed on the box speakers, slowly transitioning to a piano accompanying a young man singing.

“♫ I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast… ♫”

Oikawa stood back up, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at the record spin in a clockwise motion. The sound of a trumpet started to play softly along with the piano, the quiet strums of the hi-hat cymbals on the drums echoing in the background. It was overall a calm and mellow song, dreamy and lost in a trance with the rain falling softly against the windows.

“For once, I’d like someone to ask me about the normal things I like to do,” Oikawa continued to fix his eyes to the album cover resting against the edge of the TV stand, watching the record spin fast on the turntable. “Listening to music and collecting records are a few of them.”

The song continued to play, cool jazz now filling the silence within the room. You both stayed quiet, listening intently to the artist perform his trumpet solo along with the relaxing piano in the background. Oikawa started to tap his foot gently along the oak floor, slowly closing his eyes.

“♫ ‘Cause I’ve been fooled in the past… ♫”

He walked over to the white leather couch and sat down, his arms still crossed over his chest. You continued to stare at the turntable, picking up the album cover resting beside it. Chet Baker Sings, labeled in a red font at the top, listing the information about the album and its songs on the back. At the bottom rested a signature from no other than the artist himself.

“My father saw this American jazz artist, Chet Baker, perform live in Tokyo a couple years before I was born. He had this signed record for years until he gave it to me right before my seventeenth birthday.” Oikawa explained as you flipped the album cover over, trailing your eyes down the setlist. “This was my favorite song of his, my mother used to play it all the time when I was young.” 

The sound of a trumpet trilling through notes continued to play, the pitch now residing in your ears. You thought it was interesting how someone like Oikawa, a street racer and former leader of a yakuza gang, would be an avid lover of jazz music. It came to show how you should never assume anything superficially, pondering back on his statement about never relying on other peoples’ perception of him.

You looked back at his face, now calm and relaxed; his eyes closed with his head swaying slowly to the music. It appeared like everything that was bothering him earlier subsided, the smooth sound of the young man’s voice coupled with the needle feedback brushing against the speakers now easing up his tense stature. He remained still, contemplating through his thoughts—looking like someone whose only wish was to escape the fast paced lifestyle he was living.

Oikawa fluttered his eyes open, resting both of his hands behind his head. “You could tell he was a tortured soul, deeply regretful of all the choices he made throughout his life. Though he didn’t let his drug addiction define the entirety of his being, never allowing his own perception of himself be tarnished by his past.”

The rain began to fall harder against the window, the violet sky now transforming into a dark grey as thunder boomed amongst the clouds. You placed the album cover back on the stand, turning around and walking over to sit on the other side of his leather couch. Crossing one leg over the other, you rested your right elbow on your knee, watching Oikawa stare at the ceiling with the trumpet solo still playing.

“It’s something I try to tell myself often, that I’m not defined by my past. Though it’s getting harder and harder every day to convince myself of that.” His voice began to grow despondent, a shadow of sorrow overcasting his mood. He released a heavy sigh out through his nose, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling before peering down to look at you once more. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so melancholic.” 

You forced a smile on the right side of your face, resting your chin on top of your hand. “Hey, it’s okay. You shouldn’t beat yourself up for what you did in the past, as long as you know you’re not going to repeat those same mistakes in the future.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, still pondering on your words. Oikawa looked back up to the ceiling, his body still relaxed on the other end of the leather couch, listening to Chet Baker sing the last half of the song. Though, it appeared he wasn’t unbothered as he seemed, instantly pulling himself forward to lean back on the armrest, facing your direction.

Oikawa lowered his head down, his right arm resting on the back of the cushions. Through his teeth, he muttered in an austere manner that quickly shifted the mood. “Under certain circumstances, I’m afraid I would.” 

You stared at him in silence again, not a muscle moving in your body. “Why do you think so?”

He tsked, shaking his head to the side while clicking his tongue. In an irritated tone, he gazed back to you, eyes filled with resentment. “Because I’m a bad person.”

In the distance, a small roll of thunder echoed outside, rain falling harder and harder on the living room window wall. The record continued to spin on the platter, the feedback of the needle making jumps between the grooves through the speakers. Silence became prominent to you both, long moments of contemplation between words spoken.

Your lips began to move, stating out your opinion. “Well, I don’t think you are.”

Oikawa lowered his head, the bangs on his forehead now dangling over his eyes. In a dark and hushed tone, the mutter of his words made you feel uneasy in your seat. “Well, you don’t know me, you just know my name.” 

Dismayed by his remark, you tried to remain unfazed; pursing your lips to the left while clasping your hands together on your lap. You recognized a complete change of himself within a span of a few hours, around others and alone, seeing bits of the glass wall he surrounded himself in start to crack—yet, it was still vaguely fogged over, unable for you to completely make an instinctual conclusion.

Taking a deep breath in, you scooted yourself closer to his side, stopping at a point where there was only an arm’s length away between you two. “I can say the same thing about you. You don’t really know me either, only what Hajime has said about me.”

Oikawa raised his head back up, his eyes parted open minimally. No response came from him as another blank stare rested on his face, silencing himself from admitting you had a point. He grasped the back of the couch with his right hand firmly, his fingers clenching down on the leather cushion.

You grimaced, noticing he was quite disconcerted with your retort, possibly on the brim of irritation. Not wanting to upset him any further, you placed your left hand on top of his fingers resting back on the couch cushion, catching his gaze. “Look, I know I don’t really know you, but I genuinely mean it when I say I don’t think you’re a bad person. Like I said before, I believe you’re just someone who exhibits kindness.”

Oikawa slightly moved his index finger from under your hand, gently caressing the tip of his digit just above your knuckles. He took a deep inhale and closed his eyes once more, his tense temperament slowly subsiding by your reassurance. Though, some doubts still resided within his mind. “Just because you believe I’m kind, doesn’t mean I’m a good person. I’ve done things that can’t be forgiven.”

“There’s no saint without a past. Every one has done things that can’t be forgiven.” You flipped your left hand over, gently grabbing onto his fingers—the same way he did with yours earlier, in a sense, afraid to hurt him any further. Clasping your right hand on top of his, the tips of your thumbs stroked the tender skin on the spaces in between each knuckle. “But I don’t think that inherently makes you a bad person either.”

You gave him a soothing smile, one that could melt away any of his uncertainties. Oikawa stared at you in awe, contemplating on your own insight—realizing he never looked at his own issues through the perspective of another. Somehow, without him ever revealing what he did in his past, you were able to see eye to eye without any predisposed prejudice.

Though you didn’t explicitly say you condoned or condemned any of his actions from the past, albeit he never disclosed any of them in the first place—Oikawa figured you were still able to recognize that he shouldn’t essentialize himself on what he had done or any of the mistakes he had made. It forced him to realize that it didn’t reduce him down to who he truly was as a person, to what he had been perceiving himself out to be for years.

It was a refreshing outlook on the nihilistic output he had on his own morality, reassuring he was indeed a normal person who dwelled on their regrets—regardless if he felt like he would be capable of doing it again. Unbeknownst, you unintentionally reinforced the malevolence within himself, as Oikawa had committed crimes more severe than what you had initially thought.

The needle on the turntable skipped on the edge of the vinyl, the feedback loop reverbing on the speakers. The song had ended, causing Oikawa to get up from the couch in order to turn off the record player. You followed behind him, walking up to the stand beneath the flat screen TV and crouching down below, placing a finger on top of his record collection.

“May I?” You looked up to him, alternating your fingers through the album covers. He nodded below, lifting up the dust cover of the turntable to grab the Chet Baker Sings record off the platter.

While he placed it back into the album sleeve, you continued to search through each album one by one, noticing a range of genres from classics to contemporary, rock to jazz, hip hop to R&B. Amazed at how much he collected, you grazed your fingertips along the frayed edges of the covers, sifting down the long line of records. Though one caught your attention, stopping at a pink colored album with a woman on the front, black angel wings attached on her back.

You slowly pulled it out from the corner, noticing it was in brand new condition. The lamination of the cover reflected against the blue neon lights from the city skyline, noticing the title was in Spanish. From what you could make out, it read Sin Miedo at the bottom.

“What’s this?” You turned the album over to Oikawa, showing the front of the baby pink colored cover to him.

“It was a gift from a friend in the United States.” He reached out to grab it from you, inspecting the setlist on the back. “I haven’t really listened to it yet, so I don’t know what it sounds like.”

“Well let’s find out.” You placed your hand on the oak floor to hoist yourself up, dusting your hand on the edge of your black dress. “You should play it.” 

Oikawa slipped out the record from the album cover, removing the paper sleeve to reveal the shine of the black vinyl. He set it down on the platter, hovering the needle arm against the edge, pressing play on the side of the turntable. He closed the dust cover and walked back a few steps, listening to the beginning crackle of the grooves through the speaker.

The record started off with a woman speaking in Spanish, followed by the sound of a harmonica in the background. Then, the strum of a guitar, coupled with a soft beat from the hand drums began to play quietly throughout his living room. The second the woman began to sing, Oikawa brought his head up to look at you, eyes flushed with allure. 

You gazed back up into his eyes, noticing the slight glimmer in the corner, reflective of the lights outside the window. Between bodies, another perpetual silence crept among you two—this time, alleviating any sort of fears or boundaries situated in the midst. Only growing passion remained, a desire to reach out for one another observed in the social cues.

For a moment, all you both could do was stare at each other—nothing could interfere surrounding you two, leaving only what was left in the comfortability of one’s gaze.

“♫ Vive la luna enamorada… ♫”

Oikawa took a step closer to you, gently grasping your fingers, bringing your hand up near his face. With his left hand, he rested it behind your waist—pulling your body closer to his, chests pressed up against each other. While intertwining his fingers with yours, he leaned in near your face, whispering into your ear.

“Dance with me.” 

You gazed into his eyes again as you both swayed back and forth, holding on to one other closely. Resting your left hand behind his neck, you caressed the head of his dragon tattoo, tickling his skin before touching the side of his face. He brushed his right thigh against yours, moving to the beat of the song as your bodies yearned for something more.

As you both slowly danced in the middle of his living room, he took one step forward and dipped your body back, causing you to hold onto his hand tightly. He held you up by placing his hand in between your shoulder blades, making sure you were secured in his arms. Once he pulled you back in, your lips were centimeters away from his as you let out a soft breath, looking deep into his eyes.

He whispered gently, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

Swaying back and forth again, you rested your hand along the back of his neck, letting his forehead touch yours. You ended up following his lead, moving one step at a time as your toes hovered on the cold wooden floor. Regardless of skill, the dancing initiated the growth of intimacy between you two, eagerly longing for the closeness between each step.

He rested his hand down to your waist again, touching your figure through your dress, nerves creeping underneath your skin and down your back. Your legs stepped forward to the beat again while your waist swayed from side to side, gazing deep into his eyes once more. While burying your head into the crook of his neck, you held onto his tight embrace while moving slowly to the beat, bringing your clasped hands closer to the heart. 

“♫ Que vive en ti… ♫”  

You pressed your forehead against his one last time, completely closing your eyes and leaving yourself vulnerable to his control. Both of your hands moved up to his cheeks, cradling his face in between your grasp. Oikawa caressed down your body, hands aligning at the base of your hips; fingers clutching along the seam of your dress, careful enough not to let himself hurt you.

As the last strum of the guitar faded from the speakers, he leaned in, pressing his lips into yours.

This kiss wasn’t like the last, a spur of the moment—instead, built on the prolonged rising tension, yearned from the start. It was sensual, lips moving in sync; an earned passion of lust with a strong desire for one another, an ignition of fire throughout the soul. With a healing sense of emotional connection, to you both it was something deeper than just beneath the surface of physical attraction.

Slight gasps of air were taken in between the movement of your lips, your mouth parting open for the hot exhales on your skin. Kisses were placed along the side of your jaw, drawing in the pleasure from each touch. You loved every aspect of it, only desiring for more—and Oikawa was willing to give you all of himself under your compliance.

The ruffle of hands trailing on clothing, the crackle of the needle reverbing through the speakers and the continuous thunder and rain pattering on the window filled the space within the condo, a dark and sultry tone overwhelming the mood between you two. Sensual kissing led to hands wandering, feet moving from one room to another. Sooner or later, you were pressed up against the crook of the door leading into his bedroom, his hands and lips never once separating from your body.

Upon entering, you noticed the same large window wall expanding from ceiling to floor taking up the left side of his bedroom from the door. It was entirely dark, barely seeing the same bright Tokyo skyline, completely fogged over on the glass by condensation. In the middle laid a king-sized bed with pristine white sheets, relaxed and undone from the night before. The air in his room felt cold on your skin, the warmth of his embrace keeping your body temperate.

Oikawa positioned his hands behind your back and laid you down on his bed, caressing the entire outline of your thighs. He placed another kiss on your lips, hovering himself on top while digging his left elbow on the pillow above your head, rocking his body against yours. Both of your hands remained linked behind his neck, slowly dragging them down his shoulders and onto his chest.

The quiet smacks of his lips down your neck softly rang in your ears before you felt him kiss the edge of your jaw, feeling a warm exhale on your skin that sent a shiver to your spine. With his right hand, Oikawa trailed down your thigh, slipping his fingers underneath the hem of your dress. When he reached for the elastic of your underwear, you gently grabbed his hand.

“Wait,” you softly spoke, causing him to stop in place. He peered down at you with an apprehensive expression, wondering to himself if he did something wrong. “Tell me what’s your motive.”

“What do you mean?” Oikawa removed his hand from under your dress, placing it by your waist on the bed.

Stroking the back of his hair, you looked up at him with disenchantment in your eyes, a sorrowful look situated on your face. You knew what some men were capable of; charming women left and right in order to sleep with them, only to be used and discarded once done. Unfortunately, a past affair had left you vulnerable in a similar situation, knowing exactly how it felt to be in the other position.

“I just want to know your motive so I don’t waste my time,” you lowered your eyelids, your voice slightly shaken and quiet. Not wanting to look him in the eyes, you turned your head towards the window wall, breaking the gaze in between you two. “It’s because I really like you, Tooru.”

 “I really like you, too.” Oikawa immediately responded, no hesitation in between his words.

You’ve been with men similar to him—the ladies’ man, the bad boy—all of them with ulterior motives. It was always the same; once you let them get what they want, they leave you at your most vulnerable, regardless of how long they led you on. Although it seemed like Oikawa wouldn’t be that kind of person, you couldn’t help but still have your suspicions, knowing it was best to leave yourself guarded in that sense than to go through the pain all over again.

You turned your head back, looking at him with a glisten in your pupils. In a saddened tone, your voice gradually grew quiet once more. “I just don’t want to get hurt again.” 

Oikawa gently grabbed your chin in between his thumb and index finger, lifting up your head. When you looked up into his eyes, all you could see was sincerity, something indirectly telling you that he would never treat you like the way you were treated in the past. In that moment, every suspicion you had of him was vindicated, proving to yourself he was truly something else.

“I would never hurt you.”

He lowered his head, placing another kiss upon your lips—sweet and sensual, more so to heal your uncertainties, a remedy to cure your fears. The promise he made felt genuine, something you couldn’t say about other men from before. His eyelashes tickled against your cheeks, parting his mouth open to taking in a quick breath, whispering into the night.

“Please, trust me.” He cupped your face with his right hand, the pad of his thumb slowly caressing against your cheek. With his eyelids lowered, another promise escaped his lips. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. All I want to do is to make you feel nothing but pleasure.”

“Actions are louder than words, so show me.” You placed both of your hands back around his neck, brushing your fingers on the dragon tattoo—his skin was warm, feeling the pulse of his arteries against your touch. A tender smile grew on your lips, indirectly telling him you would be alright. “Do whatever you want to me, I’m all yours for tonight.”

“Are you sure? I’m afraid of hurting you.” Oikawa's voice softened, gently stroking the edge of your forehead. You stared down at his lips, then back up to his eyes, giving him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” 

He took your left hand from his neck, softly kissing the tips of your fingers. “Let me know if I’m being too rough.”

You nodded before he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands trailing down your neck in order to slip the straps off your shoulders, pulling your arms through the slits. It fell on either side, letting Oikawa guide you to take the dress off entirely, leaving you in just your underwear. As the fabric dangled at the end of your legs, he stared at your body in awe, admiring every inch of your exposed skin.

As expected, the air in his room felt colder than before; multiple shivers traveling all throughout your body, an uncontrollable reaction to convulse. Yet, Oikawa made sure to keep you warm, running his hands up your chest, caressing both of your breasts along the edge. He lowered his head and kissed at your collarbone, dragging his hands down to grab your waist.

He planted soft kisses up your neck, along your jaw, and finally on your lips again—passionate and sensual like before, the rising tension of desire slowly building up like a drawn out fire. Your hands could not find a place to settle; aimlessly running your fingers through his hair and down his back, scratching at the fabric he did not take off yet.

He grabbed the collar of his button down shirt and flung it off his shoulders, letting his arms effortlessly slip out of the sleeves. Oikawa threw it somewhere on the floor, hearing the thud of the shirt fall off the edge of the bed. As he pulled his lips away from your mouth, he reached over the back of his t-shirt and grabbed the hem of his collar, pulling it over his head and off of his body.

Peeking your eyes open, you glanced at his lean and toned physique; his torso completely exposed to the cold air. He exerted immense heat, touching the right side of his body—dragging your hand along his defined bicep, feeling every inch of skin on the full dragon tattoo that spanned along his arm and neck.

Oikawa turned to the side, dropping his shirt on the floor. There it was, his back tattoo—with reddish pink sakura petals and branches covering atop behind his shoulders, a prominent blue dragon spanned the middle of his back all the way down to his hips. You remembered that Leia mentioned Kuroo had something similar, wondering to yourself if their tattoos were related.

“Do you need me to put on a condom?” He faced you again, his shoulder now exposing the entirety of his dragon tattoo, the red and pink sakura petal peeking over on the back.

“No, you’re fine. I have birth control.” You smiled reassuringly underneath him, tracing your fingers over his muscles, dragging the tip of your nail down his right forearm. It was the symbol of the yakuza, the innate pinnacle of their distinction. “Your tattoo is really beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” He grabbed the side of your jaw and tilted your head to the side, your throat exposed to his devour. While burying his face into the crook of your neck, Oikawa planted another soft kiss, slightly nipping at your skin.

He cradled your face in between his left hand, dragging his fingers down to grasp the base of your throat, pinning your head down into the pillow while he continued to kiss up to your ear. A rush of blood went straight to your brain, feeling your arteries pulsate against his thumb. You gasped abruptly, a sharp inhale at your expense—luckily for him, you liked it a little rough.

He kissed your lips again, this time with a satiating desire for what you tasted like. Another shudder crept down your spine, grabbing onto the back of Oikawa’s hair while he roughly moved his lips down to your collarbone, kissing all of the spaces in between on his way down. You softly moaned as he sucked on a thin section of your skin, an aching feeling within your body as his tongue piercing dragged in between the crevice of your breasts. 

“Moan like that for me again, baby.” Oikawa exhaled onto your skin, his fingers gently brushing up against the tips of your nipples. A growing sensation of pleasure washed over your body, your fingers now messing up the back of his hair as he brought his head down to kiss your right breast, puckering his lips to suck.

Another moan escaped your lips as his tongue piercing stroked against your sensitive bud, causing your body to feel more than just arousal—curling your toes and scratching at his shoulders, a yearn for his ephemeral intimacy ached in your bones. The tip of his tongue swirled around your nipple, flicking it repeatedly before entirely dragging it along the pad. 

You let out a sharp exhale as Oikawa gently placed it in between his teeth, slowly suckling your nipple with his lips as well—making sure not to hurt you, rolling his jaw from side to side. Tightening your body up from the heightened stimulation, he pinched and massaged the other between the calluses of his fingers, grasping and kneading the edges of your left breast. 

Oikawa released his grip around your neck and trailed another round of kisses down your torso, right in the middle of your chest. The peck of his lips on your stomach intensified the feeling inside of your core, bringing an amplified sensitivity to your body. Every single touch in between made you want to scream, the blare of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

He crouched down and lifted your legs above his shoulders, bending your knees slightly to spread your legs open. Lowering himself closer, he placed a gentle kiss on the cleft of your pussy before tracing his index finger down. You closed your eyes and released a soft exhale, moaning from his touch. 

“Someone’s quite excited,” Oikawa teased as he pressed two fingers down, feeling the cloth of your underwear dampen by your own secretions. You chuckled while rolling your eyes to the side, trying to hold in another moan as he brushed his thumb in a circle at the top of your slit. He hooked his fingers against the elastic resting on your hips and slowly pulled it down, your body now fully naked on his bed.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Oikawa spoke softly in admiration, placing both of his hands on either side while pushing down on your inner thighs.

His face disappeared down, feeling his lips caress and kiss your vulva—his tongue pressing against your pussy, slowly flicking the tip on your clit. You arched your back, moaning again to the pleasure of his control. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, feeling the warmth of his mouth from below. Having your body ache for more, you begged him to touch you again.

Oikawa began to flutter his tongue rapidly on your clit, simultaneously sucking repetitively with his lips, encapsulating all of your pleasure in one spot. He devoured any essence trickling down his chin, peering up at you with lust in his eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted up, feeling a warm exhale against your pussy before he closed his eyes again, fixating his focus to solely pleasure your body. 

Your core clenched while your toes curled behind his head, reaching down to grip the back of his hair with your fingers. You opened your mouth, a staggered moan escaping out as Oikawa grazed his tongue piercing on your clit, feeling the warm metal collide with the most sensitive part of your body. Unable to properly describe the feeling, your mind went blank—nothing but pure lust, desire disguised through sentience.

You pulled the loose strands of his bangs back along his head, revealing the view of his face buried deep into your pussy. Pushing yourself back into the pillow, you stared straight up into the ceiling, breathlessly panting out his name. “Fuck, Tooru—” 

“Shh. Stop talking.” Oikawa mumbled beneath you, his voice muffled in between your thighs. “Just relax, baby.”

His eyes squinted up, displaying the same lascivious stare as before. A hum vibrated against the back of his throat, feeling the resonance transfer on your body. You kept leaking all over his face, the constant manipulation from his mouth expelling the entirety of your arousal. You tried to restrain most of the moans, feeling your chest tighten up from the way his tongue swirled around your clit, his lips sucking mercilessly around the surrounding areas.

Nobody from before seemed to compare. Oikawa engaged in bonds that were completely reciprocated, knowing exactly how to make one feel cared for, needed, and loved—no less in knowing how to pleasure his partners correctly, all to help him feel what they were feeling as well. It was an entirely different kind of sexual experience, one that transcended above just physical lust; it was the desire to connect emotionally, the absolute trust in understanding one another.

You barely comprehended a sentence in your mind as you lifted your head up, begging for him to continue pleasuring your body with his mouth. By some means, he understood your incoherent mumbles and obeyed your wishes—yet, Oikawa knew exactly what to do in order to enhance your experience tenfold. While keeping his lips and tongue on your clit, he smiled to himself and inserted two fingers into your pussy, entirely guided by the lubrication of your slick.

You let out a sharp exhale as you felt him ease himself in, curling his fingers against the top towards your entrance. At first it was an invading temperature change, but after a while it started to feel comfortable, completely warming up inside of you. He pumped his fingers in slowly yet forceful, making you clench your teeth, releasing an apprehended moan.

Oikawa pulled his mouth away from your pussy and exhaled a low groan, keeping his fingers pumping inside of you. He hovered his body over, bringing his left hand up to the base of your throat again, pinching the sides of your neck with just his middle finger and thumb. So gentle with his grasp, you held onto his wrist with both of your hands, dragging your fingers down his forearm.

“You like this, huh?” Oikawa chuckled as you writhed underneath his body, fully submissive under his control. “Tell me, do you want more?”

Another whimper escaped your lips, holding in your moans from the repeated thrusts of his fingers. You let out a soft groan as you nodded your head, closing your eyes in the process. With every pump, his knuckles dug into your skin repeatedly, feeling him sink deeper and deeper inside. The sound was lewd and erratic, the squelches from below making you feel embarrassed from how easily pliant and expendable your body was.

You felt him place his tongue back onto your clit—flicking the tip, sucking his lips and grazing his piercing against your pussy again. Your mind raced with wavering thoughts; the combined stimulation of his fingers thrusting inside and his tongue swirling constantly to pleasure you drove your body over the edge. Feeling the tension in your core build up, you ached for a release.

You ran your fingers through his hair again, slightly tugging on his soft brown locks. Throwing your head back while opening your mouth, incapable of letting out a moan—you held his head tight in your grip, continuously pulling back his bangs in order to see his face. He was buried deep in between your legs, his mouth, chin and nose completely wet from your arousal.

Your body was unable to withstand, failing to keep up with the immense amount of pleasure you felt throughout every limb. While resting your hand up your forehead, you closed your eyes, heavily panting from the increase in his pace. Oikawa began to pump his fingers faster, sucking on your clit harder—feeling your body twitch and squirm underneath his direct influence.

You felt exuberant, taking in all the pleasure he was granting so graciously. A wave of ecstasy rushed to your head, causing you to moan out his name once more. “Yes, oh my god, Tooru, I—”

“Hold it.” Oikawa commanded, a low and guttural murmur erupting from the back of his throat.

You let out a staggered breath while clutching the sheets beneath you, feeling his left hand loop from under your right leg and grasp over your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh. He knew exactly what he was doing; delaying your release was something he found arousing, already certain of the fact you would comply.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably from the overstimulation, your chest continually rising from the heave of your breaths. It was almost painful for you to hold it in, begging for him to permit your release. You felt it rising to the top, a tense sensation constricting in one area of your body—hearing only the sound of beseeching whimpers echo throughout the room. All Oikawa could do was chuckle, knowing how submissive you were under his control.

He removed his lips and pulled his fingers out from your pussy, only to massage your clit vigorously in a side-to-side motion, triggering your body to finally release. “Come for me.” 

“I’m gonna—!” You interrupted yourself, screaming in a high-pitched tone thereafter.

Feeling your core explode, a spur of ejaculate leaked out, dribbling all over your legs, the sheets beneath, and Oikawa’s hands. A smirk rested on his lips, watching your face contort to the pleasure of his fingers. Much to your surprise, he continued to eat you out—flicking his tongue back on your clit while slowly lapping up any of the essence remaining.

You stared at the ceiling, your vision becoming blurry and harsh; your chest rising up and down, exasperated from the intensity of your release. Oikawa kissed your inner thighs, dragging his lips and suckling on your skin; brushing his tongue against the slit of your pussy once more, licking through and through for his own satisfaction.

While thousands of thoughts paced throughout your mind, only one stood out clear as day—no one had ever made you come like that, not even once. You weren’t sure how you were able to do it; much less know you were capable of doing it.

Oikawa loved leading, mentoring and giving at his own expense—receiving his own version of pleasure from that of others. Indirectly, he helped you discover a part of yourself that was not yet fully aware; allowing himself to explore the very depths of your body, experience something you had not before. It was something you craved more of, the very negation of the experience you lacked, a desire to go through it once again.

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you taste the flavor of your own cum. You closed your lips, slowly licked the pads, tasting your slightly dull yet somewhat subjectively sweet secretion. While staring up into Oikawa’s eyes, you grabbed his wrist with both of your hands and brought his fingers deeper into your mouth, letting it sink past your tongue.

He looked down at you speechless and astounded, watching you seductively lick off all of your juices from his fingers. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

Oikawa pulled his fingers out from your mouth and crouched down to your level, wrapping his hand around your jaw while pinching the sides of your cheeks, giving you a careless kiss. You felt his tongue enter immediately, grazing the tip of his piercing against your bottom lip; your own tongue pushing through the quiet moans exchanged between you two. He tasted sweet, had you not known already it was the flavor of yourself.

When he pulled away, the warmth of his breath traveled up your face, grazing his lips further along your cheek. In a hushed tone, the rustle of his voice grew deep, another command ringing in your ears.

“Suck my cock, baby.”

It was almost instant; he rolled over on the side, scooting close to the edge of the bed while unbuckling his belt and pants. The minute he kicked them off, he was left in his black boxer briefs, reclining back on the mattress with his hands behind his head. You crouched close on the floor in between his legs, brushing your fingers on the large bulge protruding out, rubbing it gently before pulling down the elastic off his hips.

His dick popped out, sprung and whole. You admired the entirety of it—the large and sturdy size, the emphasized veins on the side and the pale pink head covered in pre-cum. You placed his cock in your hands, pumping it up and down a few times before lowering your head below it, sticking out your tongue to swirl around the tip.

Oikawa winced, placing his hand on your head as you began to shove it deeper into your mouth, moving your head up and down. Your lips curved outwards, slightly tightening the grip of your orifice while he stroked the back of your head, hearing him moan out a shaky exhale. Focusing primarily on the area beneath the head of his cock before it met the shaft, you repeatedly flicked your tongue over and over again on the same spot, earning him to throw his head back.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, leaning his left hand behind on the mattress, stroking his fingers behind your ear and over the outline of your jaw. “God, you’re doing so fucking well.”

Oikawa placed his index finger underneath your chin, lifting your head up to see you pleasuring him from down below. He pulled back anything that covered your face, earnestly watching your head move up and down, your lips meeting the base of his cock.

The minute you pulled back towards the head, you grabbed the bottom of his shaft and rotated your wrists with every pump. Trails of saliva began to coat your hand and the entirety of his dick, using it to your advantage to increase the speed of your handling, suctioning the tip a little harder. Oikawa released shallow and staggered breaths above, a needy moan escaping his lips when you deepened his cock into your mouth.

Your tongue caressed the tip of his head again, continually licking the underside of his shaft—with this action, Oikawa threw his head back, moaning from the pleasure of your lips. As you pulled his cock out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from the tip of his head to the bottom of your lip caused him to shudder all throughout his body, arousing himself even more than he already was.

You continued to pump the shaft of his cock, using your spit and his pre-cum as a lubricant—rubbing the tip of his head delicately between your thumb and index finger, swaying it in a back and forth motion. His dick throbbed against your palm, growing more erect by the motion. Oikawa leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, groaning at the touch of your fingers, earning another breathless moan into the night.

“Fucking shit—suck it more, you slut.” He groaned while lifting his upper body up, leaning himself forward to stroke your cheek, holding the base of your jaw in between his fingers. “You like being called a slut, don’t you?”

You smiled and stuck your tongue out, staring into his eyes as you brushed the tip of his head against your tastebuds. A soft chuckle escaped your lips, breathing out a hot exhale before kissing his dick. “Only if it means I’m your slut.”

Oikawa let out a chuckle of his own, still grabbing the sides of your jaw between his thumb and index finger. He stressed out every syllable, drawing out the effect of the affirmation. “Oh yes you are.”

He placed his left hand behind your head, leaning in for a rough kiss on your mouth, biting and dragging down on your bottom lip with prolonged moans forming in the back of his throat. You still had your fingers wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down with your dominant hand as he stroked the side of your face, bringing you in closer.

He pulled back suddenly, gazing into your eyes with a smug look on his face. While grabbing the back of your head and shoving you down closer to his hips, he wrapped his fingers around yours on the base of his cock, gently slapping the side of your cheek with the tip. “Keep sucking it, baby.” 

You obliged willingly, placing it back into your mouth with an intent to continue pleasing. Once again you went through the movements of covering the tip of his dick with your lips, slowly lowering your head down and then back up again, all in one fluid motion. The minute your tongue grazed against the slit of his tip, Oikawa released a staggered moan, one that almost sounded like he was under your control for once.

Stroking the back of your head, he let out a sharp exhale, pressurized air coming straight through his gritted teeth. Oikawa felt like he was going to come; feeling every single lick, swirl and stroke of your tongue. Saliva dripped down his cock, all over your hands and the base of his shaft, utterly making it drenched to the brim, warm and sweltered. 

Sweat dripped down his back, his body shaking from your tongue repeatedly flicking the sensitive spot beneath the head of his dick. Nothing but crude and obscene sounds filled the space of his bedroom, coupled with the quiet apprehended moans of the man you were pleasuring. Your knees remained on the oak floor, the blue and purple neon lights from outside shining on the dark silhouette of your head moving back and forth on his cock.

There was a rise in pitch within his moans, Oikawa’s breath suddenly disappearing straight out of his lungs. You could tell he was going to burst, completely unravelling all of himself over into your mouth, the core of his body convulsing against your grip. With the mischievous side of your conscience influencing your judgement, you pulled away from his cock—only to hear him moan out his own version of a low whimper.

He heaved out a sigh, his chest rising up and down with his brown hair slicked back against his head. The corner of his mouth turned down, his eyebrows pinching close together as he shot you an irritated look on his face, grabbing underneath your jaw. “Are you teasing me?”

“I don’t know, am I?” You continued to slowly but surely pump his dick in between the ring of your thumb and index finger, resting your head on his thigh with a cheeky smile on your lips. 

“You’re being such a brat.” Oikawa lightly slapped your cheek and grabbed onto your jaw again, playfully shaking your head side to side.

“Huh, I thought you said I was your slut.” You mumbled in between his grip, squinting your eyes up at him. A mirthful chuckle erupted out from your mouth, a self-satisfied grin on your face.

“Shut up,” Oikawa snapped, bringing your face closer to his. “Keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet or I’ll have to punish you for it.”

All you could do was shake your head, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. In a mocking response, you mustered out a playful taunt. “Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He slapped your cheek and grabbed onto your jaw, gently placing a quick kiss on your lips again. The sudden impact made your stomach churn and your core clench, feeling yourself become more aroused by the minute. You absolutely loved it when he got rough—and you couldn’t wait any longer for more.

“We’ll see about that. How about you get on top of me, baby?”

As you got up from the floor, he placed his hands around your waist and guided you to straddle his hips with your thighs, reclining his upper body back on the bed. You placed the base of your palms on his chest, feeling him grab onto your ass. While slightly lifting yourself up, Oikawa wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, positioning it right underneath the entrance of your pussy.

“Wait, wait—oh fuck!” You winced when he pushed himself inside of you, your walls gradually taking in the large shape. At first, you presumed you were able to handle it; yet when he finally inserted himself in, the tip of his cock struck against your cervix, just barely fitting. You breathed out a shaky exhale, feeling all of him finally push inside.

He didn’t even let you adjust to his size first before he placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to rock back and forth. “Be a good girl and ride my cock.”

Oikawa looked up with lust in his eyes; his presence dominating every inch of your body, despite being beneath you. While he dug his thumbs into the side of your waist, he pulled your hips forward and then back, forcing you to grind atop him. You placed your left hand around his bicep, tracing the tip of your finger along his dragon tattoo before firmly gripping his shoulder, stabilizing yourself.

He squinted his eyes and brought his right hand up, smacking your ass with a loud slap before reclining both of his arms behind his head. “Starting moving, baby. This dick isn’t gonna ride itself.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved your right hand in his face, rocking your hips back and forth in the process. While swaying your waist against the rhythm, your ass bounced on his dick repeatedly, earning a low groan from the back of his throat with every grind. He placed his hands on the outline of your body, slowly caressing every inch of your skin as you rolled your hips in a circle, moving in sync with his thrusts. 

You felt a growing ache in your core, stuffed full by the large girth of his cock. You closed your eyes and began to moan while you rocked back and forth, feeling the tip of his cock hit your cervix every time you dropped yourself back down on his hips.

Oikawa caressed your back and placed his hands on the crook of your waist, guiding your body to grind against his. He watched your hips sway back and forth, digging his fingers into the sides of your waist. You moaned at his touch again, placing your hand back on his chest.

“You’re taking my cock so well like a good girl.” You trembled at his spoken words of praise; your body growing weaker, entirely submissive under his control.

You looked up to the ceiling, watching the reflection of the blue neon lights brighten the room, slowly moving in accordance with the traffic from the expressway below. Oikawa relaxed himself underneath while you did all the work, taking in the full view of your body as you rode on top of him.

A complacent smile crept on his lips as he watched the sight of your face contort to the pleasure you felt from his dick, making him throb harder against the walls enclosing in. He bucked his hips up, deepening his cock further into your pussy while you let out an abrupt moan. You closed your eyes, leaning your body over his, your lips just barely touching against his jaw.

“Beg for it.” Oikawa grabbed the back of your head and pulled you down, inching closer to your face. He slapped your ass again and cupped the bottom of your thigh, causing you to gasp. Menacingly whispering into your ear, he reiterated his command. “I want you to beg for me to fuck you.”

With a stern voice, you whispered back into his ear. “Then make me.” 

Without any hesitation, Oikawa hooked his foot against your left leg and spun your body around in one swift motion, pinning you down onto the bed again. He kissed you roughly once more, humming a prolonged moan into your mouth while wrapping your throat with his left hand, careful not to block your airway.

He broke the kiss, his left hand still around your throat. With his other hand, he lifted your left thigh over your shoulder and deepened his thrusts further into you—letting out a low groan when you clenched your walls around his cock, driving him further to the edge. It didn’t seem to take much as you wrapped your left leg around his waist and flung your arms around his neck, gasping out a high-pitched whine.

“Oh my god, okay—Tooru, fuck me,” you begged, apprehending your moans with tears forming in the corner of your eyes when you felt the tip of his cock plunge deeper in. “I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

Within the same moment, Oikawa slammed his hips inside of you again, the sound of his bed frame moving along with every thrust. The gold chain around his neck dangled in front of your face when he looked down at you, sweat dripping down his head, shoulders and back as he panted out your name a few times. He breathed out quick exhales, his chest rising up and down, the pump of his own heartbeat filling the noise in his ears.

You felt his skin slap against yours, the sound perpetually speeding up and growing louder in volume as he fucked you harder and faster. Oikawa was rough with his thrusts, pleasure building on the intensity of the friction. His elbow dug on the pillow above your head, cradling your body beneath his grip, hearing your shallow pants of satisfaction up close in his ear.

He stared at your face, seeing your eyelashes brush against your own cheeks. Your lips parted open to form a circle, still moaning out incoherent words and broken syllables of Oikawa’s first name. Both of your hands ran up and down the side of his body, hooking your arms underneath his when you clung onto his shoulders. He bent down, pressing the crook of his hand at the base of your neck, thrusting one more time into your pussy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned into your ear, squeezing his hand around your throat.

You felt the rising pressure in your core every time he thrusted into you, digging your nails deeper into his back and scratching down the ink of his tattoo, making new marks along his skin. The sensation you felt all throughout your body was something you could not describe, your mind going blank as you stared into his eyes one more time. His gaze made you breathless, showing only pure danger disguised as lust.

Unbeknownst twenty-four hours ago, it was unexpected of you to be in the middle of Shibuya, forty-five floors high up in a tower—buried sheets deep into the bed of an ex-yakuza leader, wrapping both of your arms and legs around his body as he fucked you senseless. Despite him showing a glimpse of his vulnerability earlier on, Oikawa was still a dangerous man regardless, knowing any chance of being with him could ultimately hurt you in the end.

He bit your shoulder, dragging his teeth against your collarbone and back up to your neck, roughly sucking on your supple skin. You felt your core tighten up as he gripped the headboard, rocking his hips deeper into your body. While staring up at his face, you saw the same gaze from before; danger disguised as lust. Somehow in the moment, there was not a single part of you that could have cared less as Oikawa liberated you in your own pleasure.

You felt a burning sensation building up in your lower body, awaiting another wave of euphoric bliss to wash over. Oikawa gripped your waist, slowing down his rhythm before forcefully slamming into your core, shoving his cock further into your pussy. Another abrupt scream in pleasure echoed in the room as he repeated the same thrust, slowing down and then violently driving the tip of his dick to kiss the entrance of your cervix. 

“Tooru, please, fuck—!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you leaked out, essence dribbling down your thighs and onto the bed. Rolling your eyes to the back of your skull, choking on your own breath; you were unable to process any of your thoughts after reaching another high, absolutely shocked to the bone while quietly muttering incoherent sounds.

While you looked into his eyes again, he pulled his cock out of you, all covered in your slick. Gently, Oikawa crouched down and planted kisses all over your body—down your neck, shoulders, in between your breasts, stomach and inner thighs—leading all the way to your pussy, spreading open your legs once more. He placed his hands behind your knees, pushing your thighs forward close to your chest.

“God, you’re one messy bitch.” He inched closer, mumbling beneath you once more. “Now I have to clean you up.”

You felt his warm tongue press up against your clit, swirling his piercing in circular motions. With every stroke, your hands gripped the sheets, digging your fingers within the soft fabric. With legs trembling against your upper body, apprehensive and staggered moans escaping out your lips—this was what aroused Oikawa, feeling himself grow harder by the second, watching you receive pleasure from his manipulation. 

He ran the tips of his fingers through the white sheets, searching to interlock hands with yours. The warmth of your palm was his signal, quickly hold you in his grip ever so gently. While lacing your fingers together, you squeezed his hand as tightly as you could, skin sticking to one another. Oikawa linked his other arm under your thigh, keeping your legs still from shaking, his head still down below.

Your heart pumped blood continuously all throughout your body, sweat dripping down your forehead. He stroked his tongue against your clit again, another shudder down your spine from his touch. His only focus was to pleasure you more, emulating the exact same way from earlier. The only goal on his mind—to make you come as much as possible, and not just for tonight.

Oikawa pulled himself away and exhaled in satisfaction, satiated by the taste of you. He stood up quickly, throwing his head back while running his fingers through his hair, slicking each lock drenched in sweat along his scalp. All you could see was the window wall behind him, his figure now just a darkened silhouette against the blue neon lights. Forcefully, he hooked his arms around both of your legs and dragged your body across the bed, pulling you closer to the edge.

After he held his cock in his right hand, pumping it up and down his shaft—he positioned himself back at your entrance, thrusting in immediately thereafter. Your eyes shot wide open, a loud gasp echoing in the room from his forceful actions, reaching up to place your hand on his chest. With your legs off the end of the bed, high up in the air; Oikawa placed his hands underneath your knees again, pushing himself deeper inside of you.

He thrashed his body against yours, constantly smacking his hips into your pussy over and over again. This was a different sensation from the last positions; you were able to feel every inch of himself fill you up to the brim, the tip of his cock easily hitting your cervix deep within. Every single thrust going in and out could be felt all throughout your body, a twisting sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes rolled back into your skull again, another fucked-out expression residing on your face.

“I wanna hear those pretty little moans of yours,” Oikawa panted out while holding your legs up, wrapping his fingers around your thighs as he plunged himself deeper into you with every stroke. “Don’t go quiet on me now. I wanna hear you scream my name as I fuck you senselessly.”

You gritted your teeth, trying your best to apprehend another moan forming at the back of your throat. His cock slid in and out effortlessly; so soft, warm and wet inside, drawing him closer to your body, alluring every temptation he had. He leaned over your figure, raising his arm above your head, digging his elbow back into the mattress while he rocked his hips deeper into you again.

“Oh my god, Tooru!” Another jarring gasp erupted from your mouth as he slammed in once again, creating a sensual rhythmic pattern in his thrusts. Almost everything, yet somehow also nothing raced through your mind, any abstract thought entirely clouded by the physical sensory world.

Oikawa breathed out heavily against your jaw, the sound of his low and guttural moans muffling your hearing while he buried his head into the crook of your neck. With his elbow sunk deep into the sheets, he slapped your cheek before wrapping his fingers around your throat again, slowly digging the tips of his fingers into your skin.

It was the line between sensuality and depravity, combining two completely different boundaries of sexual experiences. On one hand, passion and desire resided, making up the embodiment of the spirit—on the other, deviance and perverseness prevailed, filling in what was missing from the whole. In the pinnacle of it all, these aspects were the epitome of what connected your souls to each other’s bodies.

He dragged his hands on either side of you down the sheets, grabbing your waist once again. Oikawa whispered in your ear, his lips pressing up against your helix. “Turn around.” 

With one swift move, you switched positions again; burying your face into his pillow, letting it muffle the sounds of your moans as Oikawa raised his hand up to smack you hard on the ass. You jerked forward, collapsing your elbows deep into the sheets while the sting of his touch lingered. He did it once more; this time slapping your other cheek, gripping it hard as he positioned himself to the front of your entrance, ramming into your pussy from behind.

Your moans echoed throughout the room again, feeling his entire cock slip inside of you effortlessly, your hands desperately gripping the bed sheets underneath your body. Oikawa gripped your waist, roughly slamming your ass into his hips repeatedly, feeling you sink down entirely on him.

He expelled a loud hiss through his teeth, a faltered exhale trembling out from his lungs the minute he felt you squeeze around him—the tip of his dick grazing against the tightening of your walls, making him unravel at the seams every time he pushed through.

“Tell me your pussy is all mine.” Oikawa ordered as he gathered some of your hair into one hand, pulling your head back while forcing you to look up at the ceiling. Your eyes widened as he shoved himself through again, sinking his cock deeper inside of your body, making you gasp out in surprise. “If that’s mine, then tell me that’s mine.” 

You shut your eyes, breathing in through your nose while he tightened his grip around your hair, your voice shaken and soft spoken. “It’s all yours—”

“Say it again.” He slapped your ass one more time, leaving a sting—commanding you to repeat it. “Louder.”

“It’s all yours.”

He continued to pull your head back, forcing you to push your arms up from the bed. While leaning over to bite your shoulder, dragging his teeth and trailing his tongue down your back—he thrusted in hard with one stroke, grinding his hips against your ass. You felt the motion of his cock shove itself in out of your pussy again and again, pushing deeper into your body as you arched your back further down into the sheets.

You craved his touch more as each passing minute went by; sensually touching every inch of your skin, the pain that arose when his teeth sinked into your shoulder, his hands caressing all over your waist and back. Emotions ran high, sensory overstimulation taking the force, the linkage between body and soul. Oikawa slowly slipped his cock out of your pussy and pumped it quickly back in, no prior warning to his thrash.

“Fuck! Tooru!” Your head leaned back, screaming his name loudly while the sound reverbed throughout the room. Dropping your head back down into the sheets, you closed your eyes and clutched the pillow beneath you, holding onto it tightly while pain and pleasure overrode your body.

“Tell me baby, do you want more?” He leaned over and reached for the edge of the headboard with his left hand, slipping his other underneath your body to grasp your left breast, fingers kneading into your skin.

“Yes,” you panted out while pressing your hand against the base of the black wooden headboard, your sweaty palm sticking to the surface. The temperature between your bodies increased, exerting plenty of heat into the surrounding cold air, wisps of exhales trailing out of each other’s mouths. “I want more.”

“Then get up and place your back against the window. Now.”

He violently grabbed your waist and flipped you around again, your back dropping down on the edge of the mattress. When he climbed off the bed, loomed over your figure and wrapped his arms around your thighs—you saw his body completely shadowed by the darkness, only the blue and purple neon lights shining on him from behind. Oikawa dragged you against the sheets, pulling the white fabric along with you, dangled and scattered on the floor.

You desperately clung onto him, flinging your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin on your cheek. He walked over across the bedroom with you at a quickened pace, feet maneuvering from the middle of the room to the cold window, rough and passionate kisses exchanged between lips. Within a second, Oikawa threw your body up against the window wall, your back facing the Tokyo skyline view.

The cold temperature of the window shocked you awake, shivers scattered all throughout your limbs and down your spine, the frigid glass pressed up against your hot and sweltered skin. The fogged halo around your body was instant; condensation droplets forming on the window inside, heavy rain still pattering against the outside.

Oikawa thrusted into you, sliding his cock back in again with ease as his hands reached down behind your waist, over your ass, and under your thighs—pushing you further into the window, carrying your legs by hook of his elbows, pinning both of his hands on either side. You kept your head tucked into the crook of his neck as you felt him shove his cock deeper into your pussy, a growing ache from deep within projecting out from your body.

His lips nipped at your neck, the tip of his tongue licking over your ear, sandwiched between the contrasting warmth of his body and the freezing touch of the glass. Muffled breaths exchanged on skin, a quiet reverb of jazz music playing in the living room and the downpour of rain on the window filled the space entirely—the embodiment of a sultry affair, the night’s atmosphere growing dark and unhinged. 

“Look, all of Tokyo is watching you,” he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes hooded down while menacingly teasing you, a smirk forming at the base of his lips. A fucked-out expression contorted on your face, slight gasps of air inhaling into your lungs. “Why don’t you be a good girl and put on a show for them?”

It was instinctual for you to wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your feet and curling your toes against his back when he dropped his arms down, reaching above your head to place his hands on the window. You pinched your eyebrows and closed your eyes, opening your mouth to moan out his name again and again, the back of your head pressing up on the glass, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Tell me how it feels.” Oikawa softly mumbled, exerting an exasperated sigh on your lips. “Tell me how you’re feeling, baby.”

“It feels so fucking good,” you scrunched your nose, your eyes fully shut as another breathless moan escaped your lips. “I feel like I’m going to—”

“I want you to come for me.”

He buried his head in your neck again, pressing your back further against the window wall. Your body slid up and down as Oikawa fucked you mercilessly, grasping your hands behind his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss his lips. He tasted the same as the fingers he shoved in your mouth earlier in the night, his tongue carelessly stroking against yours, the intense carnal desire igniting within.

He pushed your head back against the window again, still kissing you roughly in between. Nimble fingers ran through his hair, parting his lips away from your mouth to suck and bite the crook of your neck again. He hooked his arms underneath both of your knees once more, stabilizing himself to carry your body weight up against the wall. The sound of the heavy rainfall became prominent in your ears, water droplets forming on the inside beginning to drop down the glass.

The silhouette of your bodies blended in with each other; the impassioned movements of your hips grinding on his dick again moved in sync as your lower body swayed in a circular motion. Your arms felt weak and your mind exhausted, entirely surprised at his prolonged stamina—he was able to pleasure you immensely and efficiently, only the desire to make you come all projecting outward in his actions.

Earlier, Oikawa let out a glimpse of his vulnerable side that no one had ever seen. It seemed like he was more adamant on showing how he truly felt through his actions rather than through words, a lot more expressive of himself through the consideration of others. You knew Iwaizumi respected him on a substantial level, yet it was still unclear if that side of himself was truly genuine or just a façade.

Though in the moment, nothing really mattered abstractly; you were both too focused on the external concrete pleasure. Oikawa lowered his head down and bit your shoulder, plummeting himself deeper inside of you as he grabbed onto your hips below, rocking your body against the rhythm of his thrusts. He kept moaning out your name in a hushed tone, his eyes entirely shut, breathing uncontrollably against your neck.

You placed your right hand behind his neck, cradling his head in between your grip with his sweaty hair laced between your fingers. The same growing euphoric sensation overwhelmed your body again, tightening the pressure within as Oikawa pressed his hand against the window wall, opening his eyes to stare straight into yours.

As you gazed back, your mouth parted open with a shallow breath, escaping softly through your lips. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna—”

Oikawa didn’t say a thing, instead interrupting your rising breaths by instantly shoving two digits in your mouth, the pads of his fingertips touching the back of your tongue down your throat. As he continued to gag you, a scream erupted from your lungs into the night while your head pressed up against the window—arching your back as far as you could, overriding your body to the limit.

Your mind went blank, staring at the ceiling above while reaching up to grab his fingers from your mouth, coughing slightly as it exited through your lips. Oikawa began to pick up his pace and thrusted faster and faster into you, his cock filling you up to the top with every stroke. The tip of his dick repeatedly grazed against your g-spot effortlessly, never failing to bring you over the edge. 

A crude and ungodly noise erupted deep within your lungs as Oikawa shoved himself further against your body, his cock throbbing continuously inside of you—eternally burying his head between your neck just to suck on the thin and delicate skin between your collarbones. You screamed out in pleasure one more time, your face contorting to the pressure held inside your stomach, the beat of your heart pounding straight out of your chest.

He looked directly into your eyes again, watching his face flush red from overexertion, the tips of his ears growing pink in color while sweat dripped down his forehead. He panted hard into your ear, whispering sweet nothings as the last bit of your orgasm passed through. You placed your left hand on his cheek, breathing deeply.

“Come inside of me,” you begged, the volume of your voice disappearing against the constant slaps between flesh, muscle and bone—another hot breath exhaling out from your mouth in satisfaction. Oikawa pressed his forehead against yours, hearing you repeat yourself once more. “I want you to fill me up, I want to feel it drip out of me, I want you to come all over—"

“Fuck—!” Oikawa exasperated his final breath into your ear, his lungs tightening in while his muscles grew tired.

Your eyes shot wide open, feeling a hot spur of cum deposit deep inside of you, your entire body convulsing from overstimulation. Throwing his head back, he groaned in pleasure—screaming out a stressed range of vocal pitches echoing into the night, a frustrating buildup of pressure finally releasing. He planted a few final thrusts deep within your body, some of the liquid already seeping out down your thighs and onto the floor.

Oikawa pulled your body close, letting your arms embrace around his neck as you panted out in exhaustion, blood rushing throughout your entire body, your legs growing weak. You gripped his right bicep, digging your thumb into the inked scales of the dragon, his skin damp and sticky under your touch. Only staggered and shallow breaths were exchanged in the cramped space between your bodies, feeling him lean all of his weight onto you, squished against the window.

Gradually, he pushed himself off you, gently lowering your legs back on the oak flooring. Your toes touched the ground first, feeling the same sharp contrast of heat exerted off your skin to the painfully cold floor. Your back slid down the window, completely fogged over by rain, fingerprints and sweat still lingering on the glass.

His bed wasn’t too far from the wall, letting gravity completely take over while falling down onto his bed, buried in the messy sheets once again. You could hear the crackle of the needle feedback on the edge of the record, the speakers from the living room echoing the sound into his bedroom—noticing the door swung wide open, watching the turntable continue to spin in the distance. 

Oikawa walked over to the bed, slowly crawling over your body again, situating himself in between your legs. While placing his hands under your knees, he lifted your legs up, placing a small kiss beneath, right on top of your clit. Up your torso, his lips slowly planted kisses all over your skin again—another placed in between your breasts, on your collarbone and the crook of your neck—finally, one on your lips. With a smile, he dropped his eyelids, gazing down at your face.

“All mine.”

Your mind still felt hazy from the intensity; closing your eyes again as you tried to comprehend every sensation that ran through your body. Feeling high off your mind, up in the clouds reaching the sky, you watched your chest rise up and down, your heartbeat subsiding. Oikawa wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck like it was the only safe space available. You heard him release an exhausted sigh, dragging the tips of your fingers down the blue dragon tattoo down his back.

“God, that was so fucking perfect.” He mumbled into your skin as you reached up to stroke the back of his head, cradling his body in your arms. “We need to do this again.”

You released a light-hearted chuckle, holding onto him tighter while you shook your head in a playful manner. “I don’t think Hajime would like that.”

“Yeah you’re right, he probably wouldn’t.” Oikawa slipped his hands underneath your back, rolling you both over to the other side of the bed, your body now on top of his. He leaned up to kiss your lips quickly, bringing his head back down on the sheets. “But that’s not gonna stop me from letting it happen.”

You smiled at him before lowering your head on his body, cuddling up against his chest with your ear pressed to his sternum, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in sync with his breaths. It was an interesting contrast to the bustling noise of the city right outside, paired with the heavy rain against the window. Somehow in the moment, everything calmed you down, convincing yourself that you were safe in his arms, thinking nothing could hurt you.

“Do you ever wish for a night to last forever?” You aimlessly traced circles around the dragon tattoo on the side of his arm and neck, dragging along the outline of the ink. “I know it’s wishful thinking, but honestly, right now—everything seems so calm and simple, I kinda want to stay like this for a while.” 

“Me too.” He watched you glide your finger across from one side of his chest to the other, feeling the scrape of your fingernail against his skin. You saw Oikawa turn his head to face the window wall, looking out to the Tokyo skyline. “Sometimes I wish I lived a simpler life like this.”

You looked up with one eyebrow raised, slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t really… like my life that much.” He released a soft sigh before pursing his lips, looking off to the side straight at the Tokyo skyline under the rain. “I wish it was a lot simpler, where moments like these are what I would look forward to instead of using it to distract myself from my problems.”

You were surprised at how self-aware he was about it; completely feeling the pain of the world through his heart, holding all of the melancholy inside his soul. His words made you feel empathetic, entirely understanding of the situation and why he thought the way he did about his life. In a sense, he was right; if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t know how to handle living the life he lived. Wishing to slow down a fast paced life was a rational, an idealistic output for many nihilistic people.

“You know you don’t have to use it as a distraction,” you placed both of your hands on his chest, resting your other cheek on top of them. “I think moments like these are supposed to help us keep going, you know? I don’t think it should be the answer to your problems.”

“I never said it was.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. “You act like I lack motivation in my life. I have plenty of that, sweetheart.”

“Well, you don’t have to be so rude about it, asshole.” You released a slight chuckle, slapping your hand on his chest a little harder than you expected—earning a wheeze and a cough from him, disrupting his breathing for a second.

He playfully laughed along and began to mess with you; tickling your sides, grabbing your waist to roll around in what’s left of the sheets on the bed. It was a wholesome moment shared between you two, exchanging smiles and giggles with the rain finally starting to clear up outside. You laid on your back, staring up at the dark ceiling—blue and purple neon lights still flashing outside from a city that never sleeps. 

“Then it can be seen as something to keep you grounded in the moment, a reminder to let you know you’re still here in the present.” You turned to the side on your right, cuddling up next to him with your body pressed up against his again. While resting your head on his shoulder, you traced the tip of your finger along his chest, his skin still warm to the touch.

“You know, you sounded exactly like Hajime right there.” Oikawa looked down at your hands trailing across his chest into his right arm, dragging your index finger along the coil of the dragon’s tail. “He said something similar to me once when we raced each other down a mountain one time.”

You popped your head up from his shoulder, glancing at him with your eyebrows raised. “Was it Mount Haruna?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“My dad used to take Hajime and I up there in his car to race down the winding roads, it became one of his favorite places to visit. It’s nice to know he still goes there after all these years.” You let out a large sigh, your heartbeat pounding out of your chest despite your body relaxing on Oikawa’s shoulder. “Did you tell Hajime about your past that night?”

“Nope. No one knows about my past, baby. Not even your cousin.” He tightened his grip around your shoulders, rubbing your arm gently while planting a kiss on your forehead.

You thought about how Leia informed you that no one could decipher the great Cypher, for which it seemed to reign true, even the ones closest to him such as Iwaizumi not even knowing who he really was. He mentioned earlier that he felt his feelings were unheard by the world, people only ever perceiving him as someone he wished he wasn’t anymore. Though, he also explained under the right situation, he would continue to be the person he didn’t want to be, forever encapsulated between his own definition of morality.

You lifted your head up slightly and saw him staring down at you with a glimmer in his eyes, his lips turning up into his cheeks. Like back when you saw him drift the hairpin corner during the race earlier, Oikawa gave you that same gratified and content expression, showing only sincerity from his smile.

In your mind, Oikawa truly was a unique cipher to figure out, wondering what exactly he was trying to imply with every word spoken about himself. You thought back to the advice your father had given when you were younger; while explaining the anatomy of a car, he emphasized an important analogy.

“If the engine is the heart of the car, then the transmission is the brain. To exceed the potential of the engine, you must first go through and master the brain, deciphering all of its puzzles to work the entirety of the transmission. With that, you can be one with the machine.”

It was the game you both agreed to play with each other, the chase between cat and mouse, a push and pull dynamic—getting to know who truly was Tooru Oikawa, leader of the Seijoh Brawlers. He really did put up a glass wall for you to peer into, alluring you in by wanting to know what truly remained inside.

You crossed your arms over your chest, raising both of your eyebrows. “You know, we still haven’t finished our little game.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“The one where I get you to finally crack.” You turned your body over, laying on your stomach, bringing your left hand to touch the side of his face. With your eyes squinted, you gave him a sly smile and flicked the tip of his nose with your index finger. “I see right through your little façade, Tooru. One day, you’ll lose—and I’ll get to find out what’s truly behind that mask you’re hiding.”

“I’ll never let you win.” Oikawa snickered under his breath, shaking his head. 

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

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