Tokyo has always spoken to me, drawn me to it like a magnet, so it was the only option for me. A whole new country, a new world with new faces and new everyday struggles. The perfect place for a new beginning.

The rain is pouring down, raindrops knocking against the window front of my apartment, as i’m sitting on my white couch, endlessly scrolling through Instagram. It had been a rough few weeks, since I‘ve moved here, a lot of paperwork to do and the move itself was just a lot to put up with, but I managed to get it all sorted out and was finally able to just sit down and relax. I’ve saved enough money to pay for the apartment, the plane tickets and to get me through the first few months but I’m still looking for a job, to finally earn my own real money and get this new life rolling.

As I‘m scrolling through my explore page, lazily laughing at a view funny videos, I stumble across a post.

„VELVET LOUNGE. hiring floor staff“ was written in bold dark red letters. I clicked on it and it led me to a post of what seems to be a night club here in Tokyo, hiring new staff. I swipe to the next slide, giving me a little more information.

„High-end experience preferred. Night shifts only. High pay. Discretion required.“

It sparks my interest and I tap to read the caption.

„Velvet lounge night club - hiring new staff. Searching for bartenders and servers (f/m/d), experience preferred. Only night shifts with good payment.

Fill out the form linked in our profile‘s bio and become part of the velvet family!“

I do have some bartending and serving experience from former jobs I‘ve worked throughout my late high school and early college years. I finally click on their profile and the link attached to their bio, leading me to the website of the club, right to the application form.

I softly laughed at myself, shaking my head but still, I filled out the form, leaving my name, address and phone number and writing about myself in the free text field at the bottom of the page. I take a moment to think about it once more. My experience is definitely not „high-end“, and my idea of discretion was not telling my non-existent friends about me working at a night club, yet something still made me send the application, hoping for this to be an opportunity to get my finances stabilized.

As I hit the „apply“ button, the page turned white for a moment, only a „sent!“ being visible on the screen, before I was automatically taken back to the main page of the website. I explored the site, stumbling across a photo gallery filled with pictures of the club and its everyday nightlife. It seemed very expensive and classy, something way out of my league and doubts already started running through my mind.

I set my phone aside, looking out the window, watching the raindrops race each other down the front of the building, as lightning struck in the dark night sky. I sighed as I stood up, making my way over to my bedroom. The apartment I live in is nothing special, it’s located more on the edge of the city, a pretty calm and peaceful part of Tokyo. Its structure is simple, a small kitchen with a cooking island, being directly connected to an open living room with a sofa right in the middle of it, a small coffee table in front of it, both facing a wall with an average sized TV hangin on it and 2 shelves decorating the wall on the left and right side of it. Below the TV is another low shelf with a record player and some vinyl records on top of it. A gift from my mother.

As I’m walking through the living room, entering my bedroom to finally go to sleep after a long day of doing nothing, the faint sound of the rain is supported by the ticking of the clock on the wall reading 1am. I slip off my slides and make myself comfortable in my bed, closing my eyes.

I’m woken up by my phone ringing on the bedside table on my left hand side. I slowly stirr awake, rubbing my eyes, reaching over to grab the device, accepting the call without even looking who it is.

„Hello?“ I say, my voice still groggy from sleep.

„Y/n.“ I hear a low male voice calling my name.

I sit up in bed, still sleepy, not quite comprehending what’s happening. „Yeah?“

„Find yourself in the club tonight at 10pm. We‘re looking forward to meeting you. Don’t be late.“

And before I could say anything, the man already hung up and the only sound coming from my phone now is a low beeping that stops after a few seconds.

I set down my phone, rubbing my eyes one more time before finally realizing what had just happened. The club. My application. I was actually invited to a job interview this evening. Suddenly I‘m wide awake, processing the phone call I just received. I was relieved but also scared of what’s going to happen this evening. The man on the phone sounded very serious, almost intimidating and the way he delivered his message was kind of daunting but still intriguing.

By the time I finally got out of bed it was almost 10am. I made my way over to the small kitchen to have some coffee and a quick breakfast. The day went by surprisingly quickly, tonight’s job interview always being in the back of my head, basically keeping me in a constant state of excitement and nervousness.

The first time I saw the Velvet Lounge, it looked like something torn from a fever dream. A black, unmarked building wedged between a high-end hotel and a shuttered jazz-bar. No neon signs. No crowd. Just a velvet rope, a double door with gold trim and a man in a suit built like a wall, standing in front of it, intimidatingly.

„Name?“ he asked, not looking up from his clipboard.

„Uh.. y/n l/n“ I responded.

He scanned me from head to toe, nodded once, then opened the door with a simple „Don’t touch anything, unless you’re told to.“

Inside, it was like walking into another world. Dark walls shimmered like crushed amethyst. Light came in soft pinks and purples, bouncing off mirrors and low chandeliers. The music was slow, bass heavy, the kind you felt in your chest more than your ears.

I met a young woman in red stilettos at the bar, who introduced herself to me as Rika. She told me she’d been working here for nearly two years. She scanned me just like the security guy at the entrance did and finally closed our short conversation.

„Come back tomorrow night, same time. Dressed in black, minimum heels, no flats, hair up, no perfume and no questions.“

Then she turned on her heel and disappeared.

That was my interview.

I was taken aback by the quick and serious interaction, slowly turning around, leaving the club through the front doors. She didn’t even give me time to introduce myself, nor ask any questions about the job and the payment, which was very unusual and sparked feelings of doubt and regret inside of me. Though I was dedicated and always reminded myself that I need the money and it‘s only going to be a few months at max, or so i thought.

The following night was sleepless, the unsettling interaction from yesterday racing through my mind. The next day was nothing more than just staying home, trying to prepare myself for my first official shift at Velvet, going through my closet, searching for some suited clothing, reaching Rika‘s standards.

I find myself standing in front of my mirror in my small bedroom, fixing my collar for the fifth time. My black blouse is fitted but not tight, my black skirt barely reaching my knees. I applied only a little bit of concealer, mascara and a red lipstick, just like Rika had the other day.

I still don’t look like i belong.

But i’ll go anyway.

The rain had stopped hours ago, but the pavement still shone like glass, puddles reflecting the red neon signs like spilled blood. I kept my head down, fingers curled in the pockets of my oversized jacket. The city breathed around me — warm, wet air heavy with perfume and engine smoke. Somewhere nearby, a saxophone played from an open window above a shuttered sushi bar.

This wasn’t where i was supposed to be.

But then again, i wasn’t supposed to be anywhere.

Velvet is louder tonight. Busier. A typical friday.

I step inside, setting down my bag in the staff room before finally reaching the bar, where I’m met by Rika again.

The club was darker than it should’ve been. Velvet walls, low lighting, a bar lined with crystal and fire. Music that didn’t beg for attention but lingered beneath your skin. I had worn my only heels and a lipstick too bold for my comfort.

„You’ll shadow me tonight,” she said. “Don’t touch anything that sparkles unless someone puts it in your hand. And whatever you do, don’t stare.”

I didn’t ask what she meant.

By eleven, the club was full. Not packed — curated. Wealth, power, danger: all dressed in black, sipping slowly, talking low. I kept my eyes down and my hands steady. It was like walking a tightrope through smoke.

Up until now everything is clear to me, not very different from the bars I‘ve worked at so far.

The other girls don’t smile when I join them at the staff station. They don’t talk, unless it’s to say which tables are theirs. I’m given a small section - just three booths tucked into a quieter corner of the lounge floor.

My first few rounds are simple. Bottled water, a few cocktails and a round of beers, nothing very special. Everything is going surprisingly good so far, though the vibe still feels a little off, but that might just be because it’s my first shift and i don’t know anyone besides Rika, yet.

Most of the clients don’t really look at me. Some do - but not in ways that make you feel anything but small and watched.

Then i see him.

Sitting in a booth, along the upper balcony, a glass of something gold, probably a fine whiskey, between his slim fingers, one leg lazily crossed over the other. Oikawa Tooru.

I’ve heard his name whispered. Seen him glide through the club once or twice like he wasn’t walking but drifting. Some said he owned the place, others said he owned the people who did.

He doesn’t look real.

He’s too polished. Too pretty. Hair perfectly tousled. Tie loose like it’s a carefully rehearsed accident.

I finally look away, getting back to work, still astonished by the sight of this man.

Two hours in, my feet ache and my throat is dry. I’m standing near the bar refilling a champagne order when someone taps my shoulder.

I turn around just to be met with a younger man with soft features and tired eyes. He’s dressed in all black too, but it’s not a uniform - it’s intentional. Clean, expensive, stylish in a way that’s meant to seem effortless.

„You’re the new one,“ he says. „Right?“

I nod, cautious.

„I’m Matsukawa. Oikawa wants you to bring him his drink.“

My brain stutters, taken aback by his request.

„I- me? Why?“

„Don’t ask“, he says, amused. „Just don’t spill anything.“

He points to a glass already poured and ready on the bar. I pick up the tray, careful not to spill anything, like i was told. I cross the club floor, every step feeling heavier than the last.

Oikawa watched me approach him slowly, my heart hammering under my ribs. The tray in my hands felt too heavy, my steps too loud. His table wasn’t empty — two other men sat with him. One with a boxer’s build and a quiet stare. He had dark hair, was tall and broad-shouldered with a voice rough like sandpaper. The other one, I recognized to be Matsukawa from earlier, lazy smirk and cigarette between his teeth.

There’s something unreadable in Oikawas gaze - like he’s not looking at me so much as looking through me.

„You’re new,“ he said as I finally reached his table.

I nodded, unsure of how much I was supposed to say. He took the drink from my tray, but his eyes didn’t leave my face even once.

„I like new,“ he took a sip and tilted his head, „What’s your name?“

„Uh.. y/n,“ I said, voice steady despite my nerves. His smirk deepened.

„Tōru Oikawa,“ he simply responded, introducing himself to me.

He said it like it meant something. Like you’d remember it. Like you’d say it again — breathless, maybe, or desperate. And maybe I would. I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.

“Stay a minute.”

I hesitated. Matsukawa raised an eyebrow. The other man, Iwaizumi, as i picked up from their conversation while walking towards the table, just sighed.

“She’s working,” Rika said sharply from across the room.

Oikawa didn’t blink. “So am I.”

The room seemed to pause around me. The laughter, the music, the low thrum of life — all holding its breath. I didn’t know it then, but the game had just begun. I wasn’t in the deep end yet. But my feet had already left the floor, before he could say any more, returning back to be bar.

The next morning, my heels were bruising my ankles, my tips smelled like cologne and smoke, and my head was still full of him. I didn’t know why he’d spoken to me. I didn’t know what kind of man could make Rika stop midstep with a single look. But I knew his name now. And somehow, I knew that mattered. Rika didn’t say much when i clocked in for my next shift. Just handed me a cleaner uniform, a tighter skirt, and a tray with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

“You did fine last night,” she said. “Keep your head down. Don’t let him distract you.”

I didn’t ask who “him” was. I didn’t need to.

The club had a rhythm, and I was learning to follow it. VIP tables in the back. No touching unless invited. Never make eye contact with a man who smiles too much and talks too little.

By midnight, the same faces had returned — slick suits, sharp watches, and whispers in languages I didn’t speak. A woman in red laughed too loudly. Two men passed envelopes under a velvet table. Someone cried in the hallway, softly, like she’d been here before.

Then he walked in.

Same suit. Same calm. Oikawa looked like he’d stepped off the cover of something expensive — hair still tousled, eyes still unreadable. He slid into his usual booth like it had waited all day just for him. Iwaizumi followed behind, nodding once at Rika. Matsukawa raised a glass to me from across the floor.And I tried not to look when Oikawa glanced at me and smiled like the two of us shared a secret.

It was a busy night again but just as last night, everything was running smoothly. I finally found my rhythm, carrying trays full of martin glasses and beer bottles with ease, until i reach the end of my shift, but I wasn’t allowed to leave. Yet.

He didn’t ask for me. But he didn’t need to. By now, the staff had noticed. Rika didn’t say a word when she passed me his order again. She just muttered, “Don’t linger,” and vanished behind the bar.

I approached slowly, tray in hand, like I was trying not to startle something dangerous.

„You again,” Oikawa said, eyes flicking to my lips and back. “Are you haunting me?”

I tried to answer, but my voice caught in my throat. Matsukawa laughed, and Iwaizumi just shook his head.

“She’s nervous,” Oikawa said softly. “That’s cute.”

He took the glass from my tray, fingers brushing mine. Deliberate. Controlled.

Then he leaned back in the booth and asked, “Do you like cars?”

The question startled me. I blinked. “I—I guess?”

“Wanna go for a drive?”

I hesitated. He grinned.

“Not tonight,” he said. “But soon. You should see what this city looks like when you’re going 140 under moonlight.”

My breath caught, and I hated that he noticed.

„I’m not so sure about that,“ I stated, but before either of us could continue, I hear Rika calling my name from across the room.

„I should probably go, I don’t want to get in trouble with her,“ I shoot him a sheepish smile before I turn around quickly and make my way back down towards the bar. And with that my shift finally ended.

Rika offered to call me a taxi, but when I stepped outside, a black car was already waiting. Windows tinted. Engine still running. The driver rolled down the window.

“I‘ll take you home.”

I paused. Looked back at the club. The lights were dimming. Staff were locking doors. The street was wet again, pavement shining like glass. I nodded, got in, and shut the door behind me. Oikawa was behind the wheel. Of course he was.He didn’t speak right away. Just adjusted the volume on the stereo — jazz, slow and low — and pulled onto the main road like he had all the time in the world.

“You live downtown, right?” he asked casually.

“How do you know that?”

“I ask around.”

He glanced at me, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the stick shift. His rings glinted under the dash lights.

“I like to know things about people I’m interested in.”

I didn’t answer.

The streets blurred by in soft golds and deep blues. The city felt like a dream in motion — unfamiliar, surreal, almost beautiful. He drove like he lived: smooth, fast, just shy of reckless.When he dropped me off, he didn’t ask for my number. Didn’t reach for my hand. Just smiled and said, “You’ll see me again soon.”

Then the car disappeared down the street like it had never been there at all. That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling.

The club. The smoke. His eyes.

I didn’t know what I‘d been pulled into. But whatever it was, it had my name now. And it wasn’t letting go.

„I thought I‘d find you up here,“ came a voice behind me, smooth like velvet, dangerous like broken glass.

I didn’t turn around, I didn’t need to.

„I needed air,“ i said simply.

He stepped up beside me, hands in his pockets, face lit by the red glow of a nearby sign. His suit was too clean for someone who ran the kind of empire he built on bruises and broken teeth. But then again, everything about Oikawa Tooru was a lie wrapped in silk.

„You always go quite after a job,“ he said, tilting his head. „Even if we win.“

„We didn’t win,“ I replied.

He gave a soft laugh - low and tired. „Sure we did. We’re still alive, aren’t we?“

I didn’t answer. The silence stretched between us like wire. From this height, i could see the city‘s veins: alleyways, red-lit clubs, flickers of racing cars. I knew how much of it belonged to him. How much of it bled because of him. And yet.

„You still think Im the villain,“ Oikawa murmured. Not a question. Not anymore

I looked at him. Really looked. At the man who had ruined me. Saved me. Owned me.

„No,“ I whispered. „You‘re something worse. You made me love you.“

Tooru didn’t flinch. He just smiled, a slow, haunted thing. And down below, somewhere in the city‘s shadows, another body hit the ground.

╰┈➤ note.

English is not my first language so have mercy with me, if there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes. This is my first big project, a bigger story with multiple chapters and a complex plot so again… please have mercy, I’m not used to writing something as big as this..

While building this story, I will add more content to it like moodboards, fanart, playlists etc. so stay tuned! Ofc feel free to contribute to it and make your own drawings, playlists, spin-offs or whatever comes to your mind. I appreciate every single thing, giving this story life and making it seem as real as possible <3 don’t forget to tag me in your works

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𖦹 Prologue - „𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You walk around the house, searching for an empty room to escape the loud party, almost stumbling over all the empty red cups laying on the ground. As you reach the first floor, you open one of the rooms, happy that it’s an empty bedroom. You close the door behind you and sit on the bed in the middle of the room, head booming from the alcohol. you’re pretty fucking drunk and probably also a little high from all the weed smoke you inhaled on your way here.

You sit on the edge of the bed, elbows propped up on your thighs and head laying in your hands. Your eyes are closed and you take a deep breath, trying to calm down and sober up a little.

You hear footstep approaching and then the door open. Someone steps into the room , but you don’t look up, not able to comprehend, that there’s another presence. You’re out of your mind and barely notice the guy grabbing your arms, throwing you back on the bed.

You open your eyes to look at him and take some time to recognize him. It’s Makki, one of the frat boys living here. He climbs on top of you and you try to push him off with your weak arms, but he just leans down next to your ear and whispers to you.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of our rooms earlier, baby?”

That’s right, he did. But you probably forgot due to the intoxication. There’s a very strong mix of the smells of weed and alcohol radiating from him and the words coming out of his mouth are slightly slurred. He’s drunk. And high.

“Do I have to punish you, huh”, he asks you in a more stern and serious tone, as he grabs your arms to pin them on either side of your head.

You writhe underneath him and try to escape his grip, but you’re too weak. The alcohol is really kicking in, blurring your vision and making it hard to comprehend what is going on. Hanamaki sighs and turns you around on your belly.

He slaps your ass, making you jerk and whine. He chuckles and slaps your ass one more time, your skirt rolling up your thighs a little, exposing even more of your skin.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet. Nobody has to know about this”, Makki says in a low, predatory voice.

Hiro pulls your skirt down and grabs both of your thighs right under your ass, moving them left and right to make your ass jiggle, watching you move and whine, wanting to get away from him.

“Stop moving or I’ll have to force you to stay still and trust me, you don’t want that”, he says in a calm tone, planting another harsh slap on your right ass cheek.

You hear some noises behind you and turn your head to the side just to see Makki pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his jacket. He takes out one cig and lights it, taking a pull from it. He breathes out the smoke and sticks the cigarette back into his mouth, taking small pulls while taking off his jacket and his shirt. He comes closer to the bed, looking into your eyes smirking at you.

You press your thighs together, feeling a heat building up between your legs. You curse at yourself for getting turned on by that. Takahiro walks towards you, undoing his belt, opening his fly and pulling down his pants and underwear just as far, that his already hard cock is exposed. He takes another pull from his cigarette and finally removes it from his mouth, holding it between his left index and middle finger. At the same time he spits in his right hands, stroking over his throbbing cock a few times.

He reaches down and pushes your underwear to the side to expose your dripping cunt. Makki slides his fingers over your wet pussy, pushing one finger into your hole. You whine and your back arches at the feeling and a soft sigh leaves your lips.

“mhm you like that, don’t you”, he says, pushing another finger into your cunt, pumping them in and out of you. You moan softly, slowly relaxing, your mind still clouded from the alcohol, making your face heat up.

Hiro finally grabs his dick, lining up with your hole and pushing into you making you moan loudly. He chuckles and starts slowly fucking you. He takes another pull from his cigarette and leans down to blow the smoke right into you face, softly breathing a “you’re such a good girl for me” into your face.

He stands back up and picks up his pace, gripping both of your hips with his hands, making sure the cigarette is not touching you…. yet. You’re a whining mess by now, feeling so good from being filled up with the guy’s veiny cock. Tears start forming in your eyes from the pain of the stretch. He may not be very long but he’s definitely girthy, something your tight pussy is not used to.

The cig is almost completely burned out so Makki takes one last pull from it.

“Careful baby, it might get hot for a second”, he warns you and presses the cigarette onto your ass to put it out, making you scream out in pain. He immediately removes the cigarette butt from your skin and laughs, throwing it on the ground.

Takahiro focuses back on making you feel good and reaches down to rub your sensitive clit in small circles. You feel like you’re in heaven right now and start thrusting your ass against his hips to intensify the stimulation. You start clenching around Makki, coming closer to the edge. He feels your cunt tightening around his cock and removes his hand from your clit, knowing you’ll cum soon. He slows down and you hear him moving and making some shuffling noises behind you, but you pay no mind to it and only concentrate on his slow, unsteady thrusts hitting the exact right spots. After about a minute it’s quiet and he picks up his pace again.

“Look at me baby”, he orders you and as you turn your head to look at him, you see him holding his phone right onto the spot where your ass and his hips meet. He moves the phone to make it face in exactly the direction where your face is. He’s recording you, laughing at your comfused expression.

“Come on, don’t be shy and cum for all of us”, he purrs, going even faster, rutting into you brutally now. Your face feels even hotter now. You try to press your thighs together but makki keeps you from doing so, spreading your legs a little to get an even better shot of your glistening cunt.

You can’t hold back the moans, you were trying to keep in this whole time, anymore and turn back into a whining and moaning mess. You’re so close to cumming. You starts clenching again and Makki reaches back down to rub your clit. He’s heavily panting now too, soft groans and moans coming from his mouth, too. You can’t hold it back anymore and cum all over Hiro’s cock, making a complete mess. You whine and moan at the stimulation.

“Daddy”, you sigh, whimpering at the overstimulation form Makki still rutting into you.

“D’yall hear that?”, he asks through his teeth pressed together, trying to hold back his moans. He harshly spanks your ass and starts muttering praises at you, telling you how good you make him feel.

He finally snaps too and cums inside you, shooting his hot semen into your cunt. He pulls out and zooms in on the mixture of both of your cum dripping out of your abused hole. He stops recording and drops the phone on the bed next to you. You take a deep breath, finally being able to relax and Hiro sits down next to you, rubbing your thighs, trying to catch his breath, too.

“Good girl”, he praises you and turns his head to the side to look at his phone, chuckling. He picks the phone back up and opens the messenger app, sending the video into the frat house’s group chat. Oikawa is the first one to respond, praising Makki for his good work and similar messages follow from the other frat guys.

Your knees already hurt from kneeling on the floor for so long, throat sore and tears staining your pretty face. You feel his strong hands push your head against his body once again, his dick hitting the back of your throat making you gag.

“Don’t you dare vomit on my dick, whore”, Terushima says with a low voice, pulling you on your hair to look up at him, still holding a gun against the side of your head. He pulls out of your mouth and pulls you onto your feet, turning you around and bending you over his table right in front of you.

Terushima is the head of his own mafia, the johzenji crew. Usually he’s a nice and gentle guy, at least to you, but when it comes to sex he’s very aggressive and won’t hold back one bit. He likes using you to release stress.

You start begging him to fuck you and Terushimas mood gets even worse. He can’t stand ungreatful, impatient whores like you.

“How about this”, he says, removing the gun form your head, “you pick a number between 1 and 10. In this gun is exactly one bullet and I will spin the cartridge chamber as many times as you tell me to. If you have bad luck and the gun actually gets loaded, you will die. If you’re lucky you will live and get the sex you want. It’s like a game of Russian roulette”

You swallow hard but slowly nod your head, looking back at him, agreeing to his idea. You pick the number 4 and he spins the chamber 4 times. Terushima tells you to lay your head flat on the table and points the gun right at you. He has an evil smirk on his face, already knowing if you will live or die.

“You’re such a dumb little girl”, he says and points the gun away from you shooting into his table right next to your face. You shut your eyes close, heart racing. Single tears are running down your face.

Terushima harshly presses your face onto the table with one hand, slowly pushing his cock into you. You hear a quiet clicking sound and look next to you just to see Yūji putting down the gun he just shot with. Obviously his threats weren’t serious, he would never hurt you.

Terushima grabs the other side of your waist with his now free hand, pulling you back to meet his hips with your ass. You moan and feel him pulling out just to thrust into you again. This time harder and rougher.

He picks ups his pace and starts recklessly rutting into you. You’re a crying and moaning mess by now, feeling your orgasm slowly building up. Terushima is quietly moaning now too and you feel him twitch inside of you, knowing he’s close to cumming. He leans down to lay on top of you, whispering into you ear how good he’s feeling right now, licking the side of your face. You can feel the cold metal of his tongue piercing on your warm cheek. You moan his name as a response and feel him standing up again.

He picks up his pace one more time, fucking you hard. Terushima reaches down to rub your clit, pushing you even closer to the edge. He keeps thrusting into you until you cum all over his dick, screaming out in pleasure. Terushima cums right after, releasing inside of you, watching bot of your cum dripping down your legs as he finally pulls out of you.

He picks up the gun from the table and pushes the mixture of your cum back into your throbbing pussy, thrusting into you a few more times until he finally had enough.

It’s hilarious. Just 15 minutes ago you were still in your workplace, doing whatever your boss told you to work on today and now you’re bent over a table in one of the storage rooms in the hospital your boyfriend is working at, completely numb and unconscious of what even is going on. The only thing you can feel is Issei fucking you from behind. He’s being rougher than usually but right now you really couldn’t care less, you can’t even really feel him thanks to the intravenous medications he gave you.

He had a rough day and told you he needs someone to help him distract himself from all his stress. Before you could even say anything you were bent over his table right in front of one of the open glass cases filled with anesthesia medications.

Instead of making Issei feel better, your loud moans and screams pissed him off even more. He reached over you and the table, getting one of the med bottles to sedicate you. He opened the little container and forced your mouth open, stuffing it with the numbing pills. Issei held a hand over your mouth to keep it closed and lightly pressed on your throat to trigger your swallow reflex.

All this while still abusing your tight cunt.

After a little you felt your whole body become numb and sleepy. You couldn’t even support yourself anymore and laid flat on the table, not making one sound due to not feeling anything anymore.

Now here you are, being fucked by your anesthesiologist boyfriend, in his workplace you actually just wanted to pick him up from to go home together. You only hear his quiet grunts and here and there a soft moan from him but beside that it’s quiet. Just skin slapping on skin.

You don’t even feel him pulling out and releasing all over your lower back. He just turns you around and hugs you, supporting your numb body, kissing the top of your head, telling you how good you did.

“faster mommy”, tōru whines as you slowly fuck his cute little asshole with a glass dildo. it smoothly glides in and out of him and perfectly hits the one spot that makes him feel so good with every stroke.

you have been teasing oikawa for a while now with the slow pace and he started desperately humping the pillow beneath him, whining and with tears in his eyes. he’s babbling something incomprehensible between all the “faster"s and "mommy"s he’s whispering. tōru is so needy and all he wants is to finally release.

he looks so cute with his eyes closed shut, tears staining his flushed cheeks and his ruffled hair. tōru’s ass is high up in the air, moving back and forth in an unstable rhythm, hardly slapping against your hand making the dildo reach even deeper inside him. he whines and moans loudly from the friction.

oikawa reaches down to stroke his dick being squeezed by a cockring but you pull away his hand and press his lower back down onto the bed, making him hump the pillow harder. you pick up the pace with the glass dildo and fuck him harder and faster, pushing tōru closer and closer to the edge. by now he is a crying and whining mess, still fucking himself deeper by rocking back and forth, face pressed into another pillow beneath him, babbling inaudible nonsense.

you finally reach down to his little cock and start jerking him off, finally giving him what he wants. you can tell he’s close by the way his cries are getting louder and so he finally releases on the pillow beneath him, he has been humping so desperately, whining your name combined with endless amounts of "fuck"s and "shit"s. you overstimulate him and keep stroking his small dick until he’s begging you to stop, his whole body shaking. you turn him around on his back and kiss his forehead, telling him what a good boy he is and all you get is one last needy whine.