BOY TOY, tokyo revengers

fourteen 🍋

She's not usually this vulgar but this was her home territory.

No one is ever going to beat her here. Especially not the 'new rising star' of the club she helped formed.

"Such dirty words from our best racer," he teases as her words play on the speakers, "hear the pretty boy? better start preparing cause she's near."

Inui just smiles as he stares at the large screen.

"Ah!"

White whips of smoke comes out of her mouth as she breathed in the cigarette. 

She stays like that for a while. Just breathing in the cancerous air from the stick, feeling the cool air on her skin. A shift of fabric is heard as she moves her head to the source.

"Stop moving," she commands, emphases with another thrust of her hips, as Inui whines from his position bent over the hood of her car. He's stretched around her strap, pants kicked a few feet away from them, shirt ridding up as his flex, with no place to grip, "Can't even warm my dick properly."

Izanami is still clothed. 

She's glad she opted to go for a more casual look compared to her usual dress. Jeans unbuttoned and pulled down just enough for her dick to be out. She won the race a while back and immediately dragged the mechanic away.

Now, he's bent over her hood, stretched wide open on her strap.

"Hm," he moans as the head of the cock hits him just right.

"So noisy for a cock sleeve," Izanami looks down on his a she breaths in another breath of smoke. Eyes narrowing as she moves the cig so it is positioned above the dip between his back, "You'd let me do anything to you right?"

"Yes," The blonde whimpers as he pushes back into her more.

"Anything for the winner right?" She repeats once more as her other hand comes up to push him down until his chest is pressed against the cool metal.

"anything," he replies breathlessly as he looks back at her with teary eyes.

"even this?" she taps on the cigarette once, watching as the ashes fall and land against milky white skin.

Inui lets out a loud gasp as it touches his back.

The ash isn't scalding but it still burns and in turn, the heat in grows even more at the action. 

"gods-"

Izanami looks beautiful like this.

Her cropped shirt v-line dips down as her breast fills out the fabric. Stomach flexing as she shifts her hips to fill him. Him being half dressed really enhances the experience.

The cig is placed neatly between her fingers as she draws it up to her mouth once more. She inhales the smoke, light and feathery, exhaling as she roles her hips.

"You don't seem to be as talkative as before now," she muses with half lidded eyes, "who knew a person with a scar like yours would be into being an ashtray."

Her words were accompanied with another sear against his skin. The blonde's cock twitch as it leaked pre-cum, limbs flexing as there was nothing to hold on the flat surface they are fucking on.