Your cousin, Hajime Iwaizumi, whom you haven't seen in a long time, invited you to support him in the largest street racing event in Tokyo. He told you he was a part of the Seijoh Brawlers, one of the top five notorious gangs affiliated with the underground street racing scene. Once he introduced you to his leader, Tooru Oikawa, a.k.a. Cypher - your interest piqued, curiously wanting to understand the true meaning behind his alleged nickname. Street Racing AU \ō͡≡o˞̶ Content Warning: Extremely Sexually Explicit, Violence, Murder, Guns, Drugs, etc. Please read at your own risk! Inspiration is from Aikk00's Street Racing Tokyo Drift AU of Oikawa, which is also the cover of the fanfic. Links to the deciphered spotify playlist and the visuals of the cars are on my profile bio. Highest Rankings Achieved: #1 in fanfiction (out of 1.4M stories) #1 in action-romance (out of 18.9k stories) #1 in oikawa (out of 11.8k stories) #1 in tooruoikawa (out of 643 stories) Story also posted on AO3 © hoeneymilktea 2021

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.