#initiald x reader

[scarletnakazato]

In the spirit of summer(ugh it’s still freezing over here but still)— what are your hc’s about a beach date?

• All Initial D Male and Female Characters • Word Count: 1,782. • Synopsis: In which you're on a beach date with the lovely boys and girls. • Note: Thank you for the cute ask Anon, apologies it took me forever to get to it!

Keisuke: Will go in the water with you for a bit, but I feel like this guy gives into his primal urges and likes to dig holes in the sand. Will probably dig a massive pit and shape it into a circular sitting lounge, sticking the umbrella in the centre to shade the entire pit and sit with you in it while you sip on cold fruity drinks after being in the hot sun for hours. If you both stay the whole day and sunset comes around, he’ll take you to a beachside restaurant or pub to sit outside and watch the sun set over the ocean while you eat and drink.

Ryosuke: He’d indulge you and go in the water with you a bit, but he seems more of the type to relax under the umbrella and simply enjoy the breeze and the warmth while staying under the shade to not burn, he’s pretty pale. Would also love to enjoy the sunset with you at a beachside restaurant with a walk on the pier together to enjoy the views before leaving for the night.

Takumi: If he’s not zoned out and blushing at the sight of you in a swim suit, he’d follow you around as you collect shiny shells and hold them for you in his hands, finding it adorable how you take the scavenging seriously and fish through the shallow water for them, sometimes get caught with a sneaky wave and get submerged for a second before popping back up, hair soaked and sticking to your face before plopping a shell or two in his hands and continuing on, earning a chuckle from him.

Takeshi: Oh, yes. Sure, it may have been your idea to go to the beach for the ocean, but those plans changed the minute he took his black t-shirt off, casually setting it atop your towel bag. His hair was left messy, seeing as gelling it would be useless if he’s gonna go in the water. His little messy strands on his forehead are doubled now that his hair was left natural. The water was completely forgotten as you sat on the large towel, simply staring and admiring his form. He’d give you one of those raised brows, his lips pressing together in a “really babe?” expression once he caught on to what you were doing. Don’t be surprised when he picks you up to carry you to the water, enjoying how you’re squirming around to get out of his hold, but also enjoying how easily those defined arms are holding you. The clear smirk on his face tells you he knows the effect he has on you before he drops his arms without warning, dropping you straight into the water. Only he’s surprised when you grab onto him at the last minute, taking him with you.

Shingo: Is a little shit. He’ll straight up carry you over his shoulder before Batista bombing you into the water like a WWE fighter. You’d resurface and find him laughing his ass off with that high pitched voice of his before deciding to take him with you and knock his legs out from under him, making him squawk before he goes under. Gives you the same unimpressed look you gave him after he comes back up. If you both go to back to shore to lay on towels, he’ll try to get a tan but with how pale he is, he burns easy so he’ll tan first, looking like how he did in Final Stage, but then the sunburn will come in a few hours later. Refuses to sunbathe again after that, going back to being pale and pasty instead of tan and tasty once again. He’d take you to a pub as well, but as I’ve previously headcanoned for him, he’s a lightweight, so expect to be driving the EG6 back home.

Itsuki: Probably got a beach date by doing that double date stuff with Takumi and Natsuki, or even when the SpeedStars went to the waterpark with Sayuki and Mako. You’d be a friend of one of the girls and basically be Itsuki’s date for the day. Though, he’d spend more time gawking and daydreaming about “hot babes in bikinis” than actually holding a simple conversation with you and spending time in the water or going down waterslides together if its at a waterpark. Typical Itsuki, heh.

Iketani: Holds it together better than Itsuki, will actually go in the water with you, maybe try to play volleyball with the large blowup beach ball. If it’s another double date, he’d be on your team of course, even if it’s against your friends. If it’s not a double date, he’s pretty much down for whatever you want to do. Doesn’t mind sitting back and relaxing at a table, or laying on towels with snacks and drinks while you two talk about cars, hobbies and anything else that interests you. He’s just happy to spend time with you.

Kenji: Similar to Iketani, just loves enjoying the moment. Definitely is the one to drive you to the beach, making a fun road trip out of it. Will like to check out nearby shops for goodies, and get one of those disposable cameras to take pictures of you in your element, and even request some where you pose in front of his car. Bro’s living the high life. Will totally rub it in Iketani and Itsuki’s face, showing him the pictures and going on about how hot you are, much to the dismay of the Lonely Drivers™.

Kenta: Will sunbathe 100%. As seen in Project D when Keisuke and Takumi get to sleep in that lovely hotel, the rest of the Project is “chilling” in the middle of summer under a tree in the shade. Except Kenta. Bro’s tanning full on. He’d be cool if you wanted to go out and do your own thing, play in the water, build sandcastles, dig holes, whatever, as long as he can get a good tan in, he’s a happy guy. I definitely see him falling asleep at some point, most likely on his stomach while he tans his back, and you decide to just bury him in the sand, putting scoop after scoop on top of him until it’s just his neck and head showing. He’ll have an uneven top tan and be mad about it lol. His front looks good, but his back is probably paler since he was covered by then and didn’t know about it. His sleeping mind wouldn’t process it either since the sand made him warm with the sun soaking it up so it’d feel the same to him.

Kyoichi: Doesn’t strike me as a beach enjoyer. I feel like his tough guy act and pride would tell him that enjoying the beach is a wuss boy’s activity. However, he’s more than happy to watch you enjoy yourself and admire your form in that swimsuit. Would definitely take you out to a bar later to fit his tough guy vibe, and give you his large jacket to keep you warm, but more so to keep you covered and prevent weird guys from staring at what’s his for a second too long. Only the Emperor gets to admire his Empress for longer than a second.

Rin:  Takes you on a romantic walk along the shoreline at early sunset. Ankle deep in the water as it rises and lowers periodically, enjoying each other’s company and talking about anything. Will take you to a scenic pier or nearby shrine overlooking the water after the sun goes down and perhaps dinner shortly after.

Go: Water fights you, hands down. Loses very quickly because he’s easily distracted by the water droplets flowing down your boobs and into your top. When you notice him standing still too long and catch on, not even registering your hand waving in his face, he’s completely unprepared to be tackled head on and dunked into the water. You wrestle him in the shallow water with alarming strength telling him that you’ll “cleanse his dirty mind of boobs forever” as you dunk his head in the water several times like a baby getting baptized.

Wataru: Is down to do anything, really. Will take you to the beach early in the morning so you have plenty of time to check out shops, restaurants, ice cream stands and more. Will also get a disposable camera, happy to take pictures of you with his car, building stuff in the sand, going in the water, any and all of it. Will help bring you buckets of water for your sand creations if you need more to help shape it. He’s rewarded with a kiss and “What would I do without my muscley hero, hmm?”

Nobuhiko: Seems pretty chill, would probably prefer to sit back and relax over anything else. Would go for a short walk with you before he’s ready to cool off under the shade again. I see him being temperature sensitive so he gets hot or cold easily. Would pack a bunch of snacks and drinks for you two to have as you lay on the towels, taking in the moment.

Mako: Would enjoy having some fun with beach volleyball. If it’s a double date with Sayuki, she’d team up with her against you and your friend and get as fiercely competitive as she does behind the wheel. Inadvertently kicks Sayuki’s ass and smiles all innocently about it. She also loves sitting back and enjoying some talking with you and learn new things about you and vice versa.

Sayuki: With how energetic she seems to be, I feel like she’d want to go to a waterpark over the beach like she did with the SpeedStars and Mako after the Usui race. Would drag you with her on all the rides and go in the massive wave-pool. If they had any little competition activities, she’d sign up right away and go full send, having every intention of winning. She’d be down for an early evening dinner and drive after to unwind and relax.

Kyoko: She’s the one who drives you both to the beach. Can’t go a day without driving her FD and would ask you to take pictures of her and with her next to the car. Like the time Natsuki asked a nearby guy to take pictures of her and Takumi at the beach, she’d do the same to a passerby while she hugs your arm or side sweetly, smiling bright for the camera before thanking the person and taking off with you to enjoy the water and find a couple fancy shells as keepsakes.

[koobearu]

first encounter | racer! keisuke x f! reader

where racer keisuke takahashi encounters someone who makes his heart flutter.

⊹ genre/au: racer keisuke from initial D, snowy day encounter

⊹ 15k words (it's my first fic, any feedback would be greatly appreciated)

[ song inspo: toxic till the end - ROSÉ, die with a smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga, Soft Spot - keshi, talking to the moon - Bruno Mars]

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“hey, bring me out”

“who even are you?”

“y/n”

“well i dont know who you are, stop bothering me” keisuke said with a wave of dismissal.

“have you had dinner yet?”

“why do you ask? it’s none of your business”

“hey, i asked nicely”

“stop bothering me will you?”

“please?”

“….”

a moment of silence fell between the two of them. it was late into the night when keisuke had just finished one of his street races for the RedSuns team. as usual, there were plenty of people crowding over the street. many in the audience were his die-hard fans, holding massive signs to cheer him on. usually it didnt bother keisuke much, as it was a norm for him.

he appreciated the genuine support received. but there was a deep grown hatred for those “self-proclaimed super fans” of his who had faked interests in racing and cars. some girls have even went as far as lying in his face about being interested in cars just to pique his attention. yet when questioned, not utter a single word of relevance came out. he had grown tired of so many people chasing after him, not for him as a person; but for his wealth and title as best street racer.

this time was no different. keisuke was annoyed, thinking that this was just another pesky fan he couldn’t get rid of. but this girl… she seemed different from the rest. she was more persistent than anyone he has ever met.

keisuke sighed. he did feel hungry. after all, he had just finished an intense race with a tough opponent. sighing again, he thought to himself, i’ll get rid of her after a meal.

after a long moment of silence, y/n piqued “hello? you’re not answering me”

keisuke grudgingly replied “you better lose yourself after this”

“fine” she replied.

“hop in” he said as he got into his lightning yellow mazda rx7.

she happily made her way to the passenger seat.

“… don’t touch anything” keisuke muttered in an annoyed tone, yet again reminded of how many times his passengers had touched his things without permission.

“i haven’t even moved a muscle” she said plainly.

“just… don’t…” he muttered

“i won’t, i promise” she said.

“buckle up”

“but you told me not to touch anything in here”

keisuke sighed, for the hundredth time today. he reached over and buckled the seatbelt on for her. noticing her features that were lit up by the dim street lights for the first time tonight. he brushed the thought away and drove off. a comfortable silence fell over them.

“where are we going kei?” y/n asked politely.

“….”

“… don’t call me that” keisuke replied rudely. he sighed, thinking to himself yet again, that he made a bad call of eating out with a stranger.

“only my close friends get to call me that” he grumbled.

“right, keisuke then?”

“… fine”

“fine? you’re okay with me calling you keisuke?” y/n asked.

“well, its better than kei…. or some shit like that” he muttered.

“okay”

silence fell over them again for the entire ride.

“i’m gonna have my meal here. its the only place thats open at this hour anyways….” keisuke said quietly.

“fine by me” she replied.

“well, i didnt ask you”

y/n gazed at him and replied nonchalantly, “would you prefer radio silence then?”

“… not exactly, no…” he sighed and said quietly.

“then don’t complain about it”

“i- okay…” keisuke replied, shocked. he was used to girls flirting with him and sucking up to him and whatever he had to say. but this time around, someone actually replied him with an attitude.

keisuke parked his car and turned off the ignition of his rotary. stepping out of the car, he felt the cool winter breeze on his skin. chattering slightly from the cold, keisuke silently cursed. he hated winter. it was too cold and snowy, and it had always disrupted him of his plans.

he glanced at her getting out of the car briefly, before turning on his heel to enter the diner, with no intention of waiting for her. he ordered his usual at the counter, a hamburger with a side of fries and coke, and sat down at a booth beside the glass windows. she followed suit, ordering a milkshake and a side of fries for herself.

she followed behind him and sat down at the opposite of the booth. seeing that keisuke had no intention of having a conversation, she propped her hands to support her face, and quietly admired the snow falling outside.

after a while, keisuke looked up from his device, and properly looked at her for the first time that night. the diner’s bright white lights illuminated her soft features. he let his eyes trail across her face, slowly trailing down her figure briefly. a thought passed through his head, huh…she’s pretty attractive.

y/n loved the winter season. it was her favourite. she adored the feeling of the cold wind blowing through her hair, loved wearing oversized and large fuzzy jackets. she loved making snowmans and lying in the snow too. being intrigued by the view outside, she didnt notice keisuke’s lingering eyes on her.

“here’s your food, enjoy your meal!” the waiter said as he brought over their food to the table. “thanks” “thank you” they both uttered in unison, before looking at each other. they both looked away immediately afterwards, feeling the awkwardness of the stare.

keisuke was starving at this point. he wolfed the entire burger down his throat and finished his entire meal within a few bites. looking around, he found his gaze trained on her again… y/n was quietly sipping on her milkshake and occasionally snacking on her fries whilst staring blankly outside. after letting his eyes linger for a while longer, keisuke broke the silence between them. “you’re not hungry?”

y/n turned at his voice, eyebrows furrowed with confusion“huh? oh… i just wanted to have a milkshake”

“you know i can pay right?” keisuke said annoyance thickly laced in his tone. what’s wrong with this girl? every girl i’ve been out with loves to order the most expensive and extravagant item on the menu… yet you’re sipping a goddamn milk shake and having fries…. his thoughts screamed.

“yeah i know, i was just craving for this” she replied, paying no mind to his annoyed expression.

“every other girl orders the most extravagant thing on the menu and you’re fine with just….. this?” he asked, annoyance and disbelief dripping from his tone.

she furrowed her brows, “i told you, i just wanted these”

“right…. i was just checking” he sighed and muttered quietly under his breath. he refused to believe that someone would just…. be like that… in front of him. no flirting, no small talks, just… comfortable silence.

keisuke looked around the place yet again, noticing that they were the only two people left in the diner. unconsciously, his gaze fell back onto her figure. he quietly admired her features. auburn brown hair, with curtain bangs fell perfectly over her face. his eyes trailed lower, seeing her figure hugged in a large grunge hoodie, making her look all the smaller.

as if noticing his gaze, her eyes widened slightly. “i- i’m sorry, i was making you wait right?” she quickly finished her milkshake and gestured to him that she was ready to go. “oh…um… yeah…”was all he uttered out, thinking to himself that.. he didn’t mind waiting for her, staring at her made a good pastime…

he opened the door of the diner exit for her, as she silently passed a thanks. “so…how are you gonna get back?” keisuke asked. y/n replied“um… i can walk back, it’s fine” “you’re gonna walk back? in this weather?” he scoffed. “don’t be kidding with me” “yeah.. i can walk back, no worries” she said as she started walking in the opposite direction “are you serious?” his face shock of disbelief, as he watched her figure slowly walk further and further away from him

huff. he looked up to the sky, watching the snowflakes start to fall in his palm. sigh… this girl… he didn’t understood her at all. at that moment, he let his heart make the decision, and he ran after her… in the snow that he hated oh so much.

“wait up, will you?” keisuke shouted into the empty roads. y/n turned around at the voice, and saw his tall figure jogging towards her. she halted in her footsteps and waited for him to catch up. her gaze fell onto him, his tall lean figure. though slender, it was obvious keisuke worked out. sporting a black hoodie and some green cargos, she let her eyes trail him for a few more moments as she saw him quickly approaching her.

“you didn’t have to chase me all the way here, kei” she said quietly, her breath just above a whisper. upon hearing that, keisuke was left speechless. usually he hated when people called him… well, kei. but this time, he didn’t mind the way his nickname rolled off her tongue. it was almost…attractive.

he quickly redeemed himself before he got carried away by his thoughts “you’re crazy aren’t you? walking in the snow like it’s nothing” he exclaimed. “i like the snow” she replied, continuing her footsteps in direction. “you’re kidding me” he answered, following right beside her. “no, i’m not kidding you” “how would ANYONE like the snow?” he exclaimed, “it’s so… burdensome” he added in a softer tone. “how so? i find it so enjoyable watching the snowflakes fall from the sky” she replied.

just the thought of the snow reminded keisuke of his yard shoveling duties. he despised it. shoveling snow away from the porch was a pain… it was a waste of time.. after he’d be done shoveling a portion of snow away, more snow just piled up again and again. he shook his head to free himself of his thoughts, “i hate clearing the snow from the porch… it’s a pain”

“i see” “what? you don’t mind shoveling heavy snow for hours?” “well, i don’t mind. i like the snow alot” “you’ve got to be kidding me!” he said, exasperated. “i’m not kidding you kei” she replied just as intensely.

“what, you like the cold wind blowing onto your face?” “yeah i do” “dosen’t it make your skin all… red and painful?” “it dosen’t kei, you’re exaggerating” “no i’m not”

silence fell over them once again, but it was a comfortable one. the wind was blowing softly, making her hair fly beautifully.

“give me your hand” keisuke said abruptly. she gave him a confused look, and contemplated slightly before holding her hand out for him. he snatched her hand away, and… it was… so soft… soft like her palms were made of clouds…he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this…

y/n gave him a questioning look, not pulling her hand away “you gonna keep holding my hand or what?” keisuke snapped back to reality, letting her hand go. “oh.. i’m sorry….” mentally cursing himself for doing things without thinking again.

“for what?” “i didn’t expect your hands to be….” “be?” “so soft…” he whispered under his breath. y/n caught that, and smiled to herself.

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“what, you carry around lotion or something? how is your skin not red and itchy?” he exclaimed, confusion evident in his tone. “…” “i’m offended, kei…. what do you take me for? but yes, i do carry lotion on me” she said. “you’re joking” he said, refusing to believe that someone would actually carry a goddamn lotion around with them. he was a guy after all… which guy even carries around anything more than necessities? he thought to himself… ah, ryosuke did carry around a bunch of useless stuff… “no, i’m not” she replied seriously.

y/n rummaged through her handbag and produced a small tube of hand cream. “here, give me your hand” she gestured towards him. keisuke put his hand out, curiousity getting the best of him. y/n squeezed a good amount of hand cream onto his hand and put some on the back of her hand, before stuffing it back in her bag.

“what do i do with this?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. y/n sighed. she was rendered speechless yet again…. deciding not to ask anything, she put her palm up, and gestured for him to put his hand onto hers. keisuke thought it through quietly before placing his palm over hers. y/n took his hand and spread the hand cream evenly all over his hands, massaging it delicately into the crevices between each and every finger and joint. noticing how dry his palms were, she took more from the back of her hand and quietly slathered on more onto his hands, making sure his wrists were moisturised too. keisuke quietly watched as she skilfully spread this… sticky mess onto his palms. he would usually snap at anyone who dared touch him, but this time… he didn’t hate it nor was he bothered with it. instead, all that went through his mind was how nice the warmth of her palm felt against his.

she finished slathering the hand cream onto his hands, when she noticed how awfully quiet he had gone. having finished the task, she thought it would be rude to let go of his hand abruptly, so she held his hand quietly and continued her pace.

keisuke seemed to be in a trance, just shuffling his footsteps right behind her. it wasn’t for a while until keisuke noticed the fatigue in her figure. her pace slowed drastically, taking one footstep at a time. keisuke didn’t know what to say. after wracking his brain for a few minutes, he decided to just put his hand over her shoulder and supported her weight. they walked together slowly as a house finally was in sight. y/n’s pace was even slower than before, her figure hunched over and just dragging herself to move. concerned, keisuke asked quietly, “are you okay?”

she hummed. her reply just above a whisper, “m’ tired…” “well, we’re almost there okay? just hold on for a while more” she hummed in response, focusing on walking to her destination. keisuke found himself slowly supporting more and more of her weight. after a few more steps, y/n found herself not being able to budge anymore.

“y/n?” keisuke called out quietly. no response. “did you actually fall asleep on me?” keisuke asked in disbelief no response. “you’re kidding me right? hello?” she hummed lightly. “you really goddamn fell asleep on me huh? …what am i gonna do with you?” keisuke pondered over his thoughts before deciding on his next course of action. “stand still for a bit okay?” keisuke said to her quietly, as he made his way in front of her figure. he bent down onto his knees, before lifting her off the ground, piggyback style. keisuke sighed, “don’t scold me for it, i don’t know what else to do”

keisuke walked for a few minutes as she pointed out her house to him. keisuke followed his gaze to where her finger pointed and made his way over to the front gate. not knowing how to open it, he tried kicking the gate lightly with a kick. to his surprise, the gate opened just like that. “this girl…” he muttered, silently cussing at how terrible her safety awareness was.

keisuke made his way towards the front door and stared at the lock. thinking to himself, how the heck is he going to guess the password to open the door. after thoroughly scanning, keisuke found the biometric lock and brought her hand from his shoulder to unlock the door. click. the door had opened after recognising her fingerprint. sighing a breath of relief, keisuke kicked his shoes off in the doorway and set her down on the couch. after catching his breath, he scanned through the house, noticing the white and wood colour theme she had going on. upon further inspection, the house was.. neat. more tidy than he’d like to admit. his eyes then settled back onto her sleeping figure, quietly admiring how peaceful she looked.

many thoughts were running through keisuke’s head. contemplating about what he should do next, keisuke sighed. deciding that it probably wasn’t the best idea to leave her alone… so vulnerably asleep with an unlocked door. in that moment, he decided to just close his eyes and take a rest on the floor.

silence fell onto the pair as they both drifted away to dream land.

[scarletnakazato]

Aaaah I love your initial d stuff so much! I haven’t seen a lot of angst hcs, so I was wondering, what would the boys do if you were to flinch during an argument? I know a lot of them are quick to anger because of their egos and pride so I’m pretty curious! Again, love your work, and would be interested to see how you think it would play out!

Initial D Headcanons: Flinching During an Argument

• All Initial D Male Characters • Word Count: 3,690. • Synopsis: In which the boys cause you to flinch during an argument, getting their reactions to said movement. • Note: As promised, I have returned! My hyperfixation for this god-blessed anime has sparked me in the dark once again! This was a fun one to think out Anon, thank you! Would also like to thank @skeleton-beneath-this-skin for helping me ponder some ideas for Takeshi! :)

Keisuke: Gets heated in arguments fairly quickly as we’ve all seen. One scene that comes to mind for this prompt is when Keisuke confronts Takumi on Akina and gives him that angry speech about Takumi definitely being a racer and getting angry when he’s told he’s wrong. I see Keisuke being a very animated talker when angry and argumentative, using his hands a lot, waving them around, pointing, etc. In terms of arguing with you, he’d have the same habit of using his hands to accentuate his words and being in close proximity to him during the time of the argument, he might raise his hand just to express exasperation or some such, but when he catches a glimpse of you flinching when he does shuts him up real quick. The first thing that comes to mind is, why would you even consider, even subconsciously, that he’d hit you, argument or no? His utter surprise and racing thoughts makes him forget about the argument altogether and he calms down pretty quickly.

He’d say something like: “No, no. Don’t even think for a minute I’d do anything like that.” His voice softening to his usual tone immediately as he gently brings you into his chest, arms wrapping softly around you, a hand petting your hair slowly. His brows furrowed, eyes almost getting glassy at the impossible scenario of him laying a hand on you with any ill intent.

Ryosuke: I’d imagine it would take A LOT to get this man truly angry to the point of yelling, similar to the scene where he gets pissed at Keisuke when the Evo guys make him wreck in Project D. I see Ryosuke being more of a debate man over argumentative. He’ll explain his side of things and how he understands the situation, then vice versa, will listen to your explanation and ultimately you both would come to a solution for the presenting issue. Now say, for the sake of the prompt he does crack a bit like he did to Keisuke, but to you. I see it as he’s particularly stressed about balancing university work, the Project, and a relationship with you all at the same time. Something you said, or done, somewhere, somehow even if it was unintentional makes him crack and that stress comes pouring out in the form of an argument. He’d turn to you with pointed brows, an intense look in his deep blue eyes and with the intention of getting you stop what you’re doing and/or saying raise his hand in a way that means ‘stop’ or ‘be quiet’. When he catches you flinching and your words stuttering to a stop, he’d hold his breath for a few seconds, processing what happened. His brows now creasing in both confusion and worry that your first reaction was preparing to be hit. He’d quickly wonder if you’d dealt with this before from someone else, before attending his focus to you.

“Darling, that’s the last thing I’d ever do…” He’d say with a regretful tone, almost ashamed that he got that reaction from you. For one of the few times in his life he’d hesitantly and gently reach out for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, while his other hand gently brushes your cheek and wipes any tears as he places soft kisses on your forehead and hair.

Takumi: Seeing as how he’s calm 98% of the time, even when racing, I’d imagine it’s VERY difficult to truly piss him off to the extent that he was when he euroBEAT™ the shit out of Miki in high school, and when Shingo hit him in their race and Tak spun out. Other than that, he’s pretty easy to talk to with most things, seeing as he deals with Itsuki’s complaining and arguing over simple things all day. If the argument got to the point, he’d start reaching that real pissed off area, I’d see him doing the animated hand movements like Keisuke to show more emotion and nothing more. So, when he sees that any kind of hand movement topped with anger makes you flinch, he’d stop in his tracks. He’d practically wear puppy eyes at the thought of hurting you purposefully or not. If you’re both at a mountain pass, he’d softly lead you to the 8-6, muttering small “no, no, no’s” and quiet “I’m sorry’s” before leaving to find somewhere more private to park and hold your hands in his, rubbing them gently as he apologizes with, “Seeing you upset like this hurts me enough, and I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you anymore than this.”

Takeshi: (#TedTalk Incoming) Buckle up besties, this is gonna be a long one. Seeing as how Takeshi is an emotional man, as seen in his races where he cracks under pressure, stresses out, and expresses his emotions verbally and with volume on top of it, he’d obviously express it the same in an argument. HOWEVER!! Being an emotional man, means not only is he quick to get frustrated, worked up, and angry, he’s also easy to make laugh, flustered, melt with affection, and cry (normally only in places he’s away from people and extremely comfortable such as his house, car, you, etc, bro refuses to cry in front of other people thinking it’s a display of weakness). Though, he can also hold his emotions pretty cooly, as seen when he confronts Shingo at the restaurant when he hears the EG driver wants to euroBEAT™ the shit out of Takumi in a race. He easily displayed a cool, calm, and collected outside as well as stable wording, even after Shingo insulted him and bailed. He was also quick to cool off after his race with Keisuke on Myogi, and losing on your own course obviously sucks ass. Considering he was quickly distracted with another race between Takumi and Kenta, this brings me to the main point of this prompt. Seeing as you can easily distract him with something to avert his attention from the argument, I see his reactions to arguments going one of several ways depending on the situation.

You both are in an argument that isn’t too serious, could be considered just a regular disagreement couples have, and you decide you’re tired of it so you either flash him your boobs if you’re both at home, or make a dirty comment about what you’re gonna do to him later when you both get home if you’re out in public. Either option will shut him up quick and he’s basically gawking at you, mouth open and hardly blinking as his precious brain tries to process what’s happening.

The argument is more serious, perhaps he lost a race and you were with him at the event and when it came time to drive back home, he’d be fuming silently on the drive back. If you decide to try and lighten him up during the ride, he’d probably crack and vent out all those pent up emotions loudly like he’s arguing as to why you’re even trying to say anything. Sort of like a “what’s done is done, whatever you’re saying doesn’t matter, it’s not helping anything” sort of tone. Since he’s gotta use both hands to drive and it’s in the city, he’s definitely shifting frequently, so his harsher tone would be enough to quiet you down. He’d notice after a few moments that he was the cause of it, and it would take him a few minutes more to calm down mentally before he apologizes to you and explains he’s not mad at you and understands you were trying to help, he just gets worked up easily when things go wrong.

This is a really bad argument, I’d imagine it happens at home where he doesn’t have to hold back in words and tone of voice since others aren’t there to witness it. His physical expressions are just as strong as his internal emotions. Heavy use of hand gestures, facial expressions, if he’s got the habit of needing to hold something or absentmindedly do something with his hands during an argument he’d probably set things down on a hard surface harder than normal and it’d be loud to where you jolt at the sudden harshness of the sound, or his gestures keep going to where a sudden hand movement causes the same jolt from you.

When he notices you jolt, he’d take a strained deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before doing or saying anything else, and the next words he says are at a normal tone. He’d apologize for the behaviour but also add a short, “let’s just not do this again, okay?” as a way of ending the argument and moving on. I see him waiting for you to actually make the first move to approach him, seeing as he might’ve scared you and how you put a distance between the two of you to ensure you were out of range for any physical contact. He’d wait till you come to him and touch him first, with a hand on his arm, or a hug, etc. to show that you’re still okay with being near him, and only then would he allow himself to return the contact, apologizing in your hair that he went too far, he could’ve handled his attitude better, he didn’t mean to scare you and it could’ve been talked out.

Shingo: Since he’s best friends with Sayuki, I see him having an understanding of girl behaviour. He’d know the difference between girls wanting to vent to get it off their chest, and venting/complaining about something and actually wanting advice or a solution. He’s come to know it’s best to just agree with the lady if she’s venting since he’s had one too many close calls of getting heels thrown at him when he’d give solutions to Sayuki when she didn’t want it. In all seriousness however, I see his understanding of women behaviour make arguments easier to deal with, so they tend not to be severe or even last more than a few minutes with you in general. The only times I see him causing you to flinch if he’s angry is something race or life related. Perhaps he had a shitty loss, or Takeshi got on his nerves big time and his form of venting is a little more physical. He’d probably do what Keisuke did to the poor guardrails after Takumi raced him in Stage 1 and kicks the metal. If you’re next to Shin when it happens, it’s more of the sudden loud noise that causes you to jump or flinch, also on how close he is to you when he does it. If he puts a good couple of feet away, it’s just the noise that’ll get you, but if he’s mere inches, it could be taken as a near miss of a hit whether it was intentional or not. If he notices you jump at the impact, I see his reaction being immediate. He’d give a quick, “Sorry baby…” before letting out a raspy sigh, running a hand through your hair lightly and pulling out his pack of cigarettes and walking off a distance away to cool off as he has a smoke, knowing the smell might bother you. He’d come back a few minutes later, standing or sitting next to you silently as he pulls you into his side, your mere presence and warmth calming him down further.

Iketani: Is more verbal than physical in most ways. It’d have to be his tone of voice that gets you to flinch, or he probably goes to grab his hair with both hands and the upward movement gets you to react in such a way. He’d be quick to calm down when he sees that and sighs guiltily that he was the reason for that. Would apologize quickly and tries to explain things better while watching his hand movements next time.

Kenji: First thing that comes to mind is when he bangs his hand on the roof of his 180 during one of Takumi’s races. I see him as a slightly more dramatic kinda guy, so I see any kind of hand movement like that in a display of frustration to be something like that. I really don’t see him getting angry easily, as seen through the show when sudden races are sprung up without knowing prior, he wasn’t truly angry just surprised. It’d have to be the noise of whatever he’d be banging his hand on that might spook you for a moment and he’d give a light, “Sorry…” before lightening up on argument.

Itsuki: As we all know he’s loud, emotional, and very dramatic. Likes to complain and argue with his friends a lot, even in light hearted terms, but his sporadic nature and loud volume can elicit some unintended reactions out of you if he has one of those moments. As we’ve also seen he’s quick to deflate and apologize, so he’d quiet down after doing so and have a guilty look on his face afterwards. Kinda like the scene with Saori when he tried to kiss her on the boat and failed big time.

Kenta: Physically similar to Keisuke, but verbally loud like Itsuki, just not as dramatic. If this took place during the time of Stage 1, I see him kind of holding his point even after you flinch, determined to “win” the argument and get his side out no matter what and apologize later after you most likely are the one to just end the dispute. If this takes place during Project D where he’s humbled up quite a bit, he’d be more respectful and try to talk it out with you calmly, or you both just agree to disagree and have a moment to yourselves to mend a bit and move on.

Kyoichi: Kneels in apology for disrespecting his Empress. Kidding, hehe. (That first line is for you @angelspn15 <3). In reality, he’s not one to take shit from anyone, seeing as he slapped the fuck outta Seiji lol. Now taking into account that exact scene, the flinch reaction could go two ways.

You were there to witness Kyoichi slap Seiji, meaning you consciously and subconsciously take in the fact that he can get physical for a dispute if he deems it so. If an argument takes place after Seiji’s bitch slap, I’d imagine you’d react more strongly in the flinch when Kyoichi uses any kind of hand movement that’s above stomach height. If he notices, he’d stop mid-sentence and sigh, telling you, “Hitting the guys for dumbass decisions is one thing, but on you? Out of the question. It’s not even a possibility.” He may act cold-hearted on the outside, but deep down, just the idea that you thought he’d hit you sends a shot through his heart. He’s still prideful enough to not admit it out loud, but he’d apologize in other ways, through actions such as doing things for you, buying you little things he knows make you happy even if its just a simple coffee and a snack or something that reminds you of him when he’s out with the guys so you know he’s always there.

If the argument was before Seiji’s bitch slap, the reaction would be noticeable but not as intense. Even before Seiji’s incident, Kyoichi has always been a cold, rough kinda guy, so his behaviour is still very similar, there’s just not as strong of a correlation between getting physical in an argument at that time. I feel like he’d have the same reaction as scenario one where he apologizes in his subtle ways, but I also see that at the end of the day, you’re the one he goes home to after all the racing and traveling across the area, so he wants to have that peace with you at all times. I see that mindset is what gets him to apologize verbally and straight up, not sugar coating it and simply pulling you in for a forehead kiss before letting out a soft sigh and picking you up to carry you to bed with him to relish in the peace of the night you always bring him.

Rin: Pre-Kaori, he’d probably pull the same stunt he did with her where he’d threaten to ruin your family’s reputation. I’m not 100% sure if he actually got physical with her once? I think I remember a manga panel where he slapped her, but I could be wrong. If it is true, I’d say he’d do the same to you. Basically you’re Kaori in this instance. Since he did love her, seeing how much he fought Ryosuke for her, I see it as a desperate attempt to scare you into staying or just dropping the argument and getting on with it, but he’s doing it in all the wrong ways. I don’t see him apologizing much if at all, either.

Post-Kaori, I’d imagine him being softer, perhaps realizing through her where he went wrong and why, in the end, she technically chose Ryosuke over him before ending it. He’d make a harder attempt at doing better and handling the situation better. Choosing to talk it out and explain first over jumping to conclusions, cutting the other person off, etc. He’d probably go to rub his temple or something similar during the argument and if you’re sitting or standing next to him and give a small flinch, you’d see his brows crease in confusion, then into something similar to disappointment. He wouldn’t necessarily be disappointed in you for having that reaction, rather he’d be disappointed in the reaction itself, giving him the impression he’s done something before that caused you to react that way and having small flashbacks to how he treated Kaori and wondering to himself if he was unconsciously doing it to you and not realizing.

Go: I see him being damn near exact to Keisuke in this instance. He gets kinda animated when emotional, both in positive and negative emotions. So, if he happened to use hand gestures or kick/slam an inanimate object with a bit too much force to elicit a flinch from you, he’d stop pretty quickly. Shaking his head once he’s fully processed what you did, he’d open his arms and tell you, “Come here baby,” pulling you into a comfortably firm hug, his cheek pressed to your hair and giving a soft, “Sorry I get worked up too easy…”

Wataru: More verbal than physical. I see him getting pissed and jumping to conclusions quickly, such as when he was looking at Takumi’s new engine in the 8-6 and was getting livid that he thought Takumi was messing with him when he had no fuckin’ clue, and just dipped cause he had enough, leaving his sister with Takumi and Itsuki. With you, I feel it’s a very similar scenario. You’re both most likely in public, or even at home and the argument escalates fairly quickly since he’s jumping to conclusions and assuming too quickly. Before you even get half the chance to explain what he’s clearly not taking the time to understand, he dips. He simply leaves you to stand there, getting in his Trueno and bailing for a venting drive. The slam of the door from his car makes you jolt, and he barely processes it being as pissed as he is, but he doesn’t take it into realization until he’s well into his venting drive. If you were at home, the slam of the door would cause the same reaction, and he either wouldn’t notice that if he’s faced away or he decides to give you a last look/glare and catches you flinching before the door even slams shut cause you’re already expecting the loud noise. Depending on the location of the scenario, it’ll have two slightly different endings, but basically the same.

He comes back to your/his place, seeing you sitting silently on the couch or bed. He’ll approach you quietly, but you know he’s there, just remaining silent. Will sit next to you without a word for a minute, before looking down at your hands as he gently takes it in his, whispering apologies about his temper and reaction, and nodding wordlessly when you tell him he needs to just sit and listen to your side of the story before doing something like that again.

He’ll call you to check if you’re still at the spot he left you at. I you say yes, he’s immediately telling you to stay there, he’s on his way back to get you. When he arrives, he sees you sitting sadly by yourself before getting out of the Trueno and heading over to you. He’ll apologize then and there, not really caring who’s around. He’s squatting in front of you, looking up at your tear-stained face, your hands in his one as his other wipes your tears. When you ask him why he even bothered to come back after that, he’d reply, “Argument or not, you’re still my girl. I’ll be damned if something happened to you if you tried going home on your own in a state like this. Come on, let’s get you warmed up in the car, it’s cold out here.” He’d lead you back to the Trueno, opening and shutting the door for you and covering you with his jacket before heading to the driver side. “I’m taking you back to my place. I’ll make you anything you want, do or watch whatever you want, too, alright?” he'd offer lightly, his thumb rubbing your arm gently as he drives.

Nobuhiko: Very similar to Ryosuke. Would rather sit and debate it. Patiently tells and listens to each side of the story before suggesting any kind of solutions or compromises, or even just agreeing to disagree depending on the argument. I honestly can’t see him getting to the point of accidently getting a flinching reaction out of you. As far as I remember he even handled racing pressure well and didn’t act out in frustration.

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Shingo Shoji - Saturday Night Fever

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 10,638. • Synopsis: A girls night out leads to flashbacks of a very interesting race, then to present day "wholesome" bonding time with the NightKids' Downhill Specialist. • Notes: Another big thank you to @shingogf, my Initial D writing bestie for another influx of god forsaken ideas for the ratman we all love and hate. She do be having some amazing fics on her AO3 (DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity) please give her major kudos on all that artwork!

Sitting in a highchair at the pub with a few of her closest friends, (Y/N) and the girls sipped their drinks, gossiping about the latest drama and interjecting with comments about what they would’ve done or things that should’ve been said during the situation causing more hums in agreement and drink sipping to ensue. Typical bar music played in the background, setting the mood for a fun Saturday night, with a few people swaying around to the tune as they talked with friends and their dates.

The girls’ conversations eventually turned to their boyfriends and all the cutesy things they’ve done for their girls. The way they drawled on about how “he treats me like a delicate princess” and “I love that he’s so sweet and considerate when he makes love to me” bored the living hell out of (Y/N). She sat there, sipping her drink as her girlfriends went on about how their men were sickly sweet, and overly considerate and gentle in their ‘too sweet of love making,’ according to her.

She barely listened, soon turning to zoning out. The memories of her and Shingo’s most recent escapade on a lone, empty corner resting on Myogi Pass flashed through her mind. The memory so vivid in fact, she could almost feel it. She’d lost a bet, becoming one of the many people to underestimate the 8-6 of Akina. The couple went to the race between Takeshi and Keisuke, rooting for the NightKids leader, only for the poor man to lose by an inch. After the crowd died down about Keisuke Takahashi’s win, his newest trainee, Kenta officially challenged Takumi to a downhill battle in the rain.

With the crowd cheering in agreement at the S14 driver’s challenge, Fujiwara had little choice but to race. A flash of an idea in Shingo’s mind brought him to lean into his girlfriend’s ear, whispering about heading up to a specific corner to watch the race. “A good turning point to see who’d finish the race first,” he’d said. His smile only grew, both in appeasement and mischievousness when she agreed. Shingo announced their departure to Takeshi with a “Oi, we’re heading to a corner further down to see some better action. Give us three minutes, ‘ight?” Without waiting for a response from his leader, they took off in the Civic, the loud, echoing noises of his B16A bouncing off Myogi’s cliffs. To Shingo’s fortune, the corner he chose was empty. He pulled onto the shoulder of the corner, parking with his car’s hood facing the guardrail. “Are you gonna back in?” (Y/N) asked, noting how he almost never parks hood forward.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he drawled out, “Besides… I feel like I want the hood a little more… protected. Y’know?” He gave her a half-assed smirk, not being surprised when she admitted her confusion to whatever he meant. They leaned back against the hatch, waiting for the race to start. The small sounds of rustling leaves, swaying branches and the distant talk of the other spectators further up and down the pass could be heard. They stood in comfortable silence as Shingo lit a cigarette. The familiar sound of the lighter clicking and him puffing out his breath with a light trail of smoke following brought an unconscious sense of comfort. The rain that had been going on since the race with Takeshi and Keisuke simmered down into more of a drizzle, the pattering of raindrops hitting the metal of the EG6 could be continuously heard, creating a calming background noise. The couple’s clothes only got damper and their hair gently clung to the side of their faces, until it was brushed away to prevent further discomfort and tickling sensations.

They could faintly hear people chattering that the race was about to start, perking them up more. A small group of people made their way to the corner Shingo and (Y/N) stood at. He growled in annoyance, no longer having the semi-seclusion he was hoping for.

“Say…” Shingo started, puffing out another drag of his cigarette. “Wanna make a bet?” She looked over at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, seeing him leaning towards her sideways. “Depends. On what, exactly?” she questioned, feeling her shoulder lower slightly when he dropped his head on it. The sensation of his breath and hair tickling her neck made her bend it the other way, as if cracking it. Shingo snuck in a quick kiss and nipped the crook of her neck making her side eye him.

“What if,” he wrapped an arm around her stomach, while the other holding the cigarette crawls up her shoulder, to the nape of her neck, and curls around for his hand to splay out and cup her jaw, oh so gently, while his two fingers holding the dangling cigarette press against her soft lips, encouraging her to take a drag of it, “we choose a racer who we think is gonna win. And if they lose, the winner of the bet gets to fuck the loser on the hood of my car.”

“What if we choose the same person and they win or lose? Then what?” she blew the smoke in the direction of his face, almost challenging him. “We can’t pick the same person. Takes the fun away from it. Pick one, give a reason why, and we’ll see what happens. If you think about it babe, it’s a win-win situation. One of us is gonna get fucked on the hood either way. Sounds like a good deal, eh?” he drawls out the last word, knowing how much it fucks with her. The sheer tone of his voice mixed with his cocky attitude makes her both want to ruin him and get dominated by him.

He moves himself behind her, leaning against the hatch of his Civic and pulling her to lean on him by slipping his hands under her skirt, and grabbing the hem of her panties. The dampness of their clothes sticks to their skin as the pressure of their contact only gets firmer with Shingo’s handsy-ness. The back of his maroon hoodie only getting wetter from the water pooling on the Civic’s paint from the drizzle still going on.

“Heh, although... I’d always prefer it’s you who gets ruined on it.” A shit-eating smirk graces his face, his eyes glinting with everlasting devilry. “The way you arch that pretty little back for me just so I can fuck you deeper.” His hands and fingers slide to the small of her back with his thumbs squeezing into her sides damn near possessively. “How your cheeks get as red as my paint with that fucked out expression as your face is pressed so cutely on the hood. Fuck, it makes me wanna take you right now if these jackasses weren’t here.” He growls out lowly as his voice gets deeper, still mindful about the group of people taking up both sides of the corner, leaving them more in the back middle.

She sighed, knowing nothing was going to calm him down enough. Letting him have his way like the spoiled, horny brat he was, she silently reached behind her, her movements small and subtle as she simply unzipped the fly of his pants. A quiet encouragement for him to release his cock just enough to slip it between her soft thighs. Flipping the zipper of his pants inward as best he can to reduce the rough scratchiness and lowering his baggy boxers some to pop his boner over the elastic, he takes a light hold of her panties once more, pulling her closer to his pelvis like it’s a handle, seeing a flash of white from where his fingers are hooked around the hem, he bit his lip.

Resting his head back on her shoulder, he whispers in her ear, “Changing it up tonight I see, hmm?” he gives a light tug on her panties as reference to his words, “Do you realize how stupidly easy it would be for me to fuck you in these? How much easier it would be to cum in you or right on the outside of this pretty pussy and hide the mess?” he gives her pussy a couple casual pats. Gentle, but still with enough pressure to feel her tense up as she bites her lip and clenches around nothing. He chuckles lightly, though it feels louder with him right next to her ear. She barely notices that one of his hands detached from its place on her hips and used it to help weasel his cock through his fly and slip it into her panties, sandwiching it so the bottom of his cock is covered by the soft cotton while the top and tip rest against her quickly soaking folds.

She could feel his heavy tip press against her clit, it felt close enough to be able to slip into her if she’d press her ass just a bit further back into Shingo’s pelvis. “Ah ah, pretty girl, no dick for you just yet. You gotta lose that little bet of ours if you want my cock pumpin’ in and outta’ you.” He stopped her from moving back into him, one of his hands slipping under her skirt and into her panties once more to lightly pinch at her lower lips and somewhat wrap it around the sides of his cock as he grinds against her clit, slowly, and far too gentle for her tastes, though they still have to hide their actions from the groups around them.

His hand pulls away from her clit to feel up the soft plush of her ass under her panties, squeezing occasionally. Shingo could see his hand outline definitively through her tight red skirt before pulling away and pulling her skirt back down enough to hide the view from others if the bastards decided they were nosy enough to look over. So far, they’ve done quite well at hiding their actions from the small crowd, both managing to keep their breaths quiet. As Shingo continued to slowly thrust his cock between his girl’s-soaked folds and panties, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, chin still resting on her shoulder. To anyone else, the position looked innocent. Everyone knew Shingo was clingy around his girl, especially in public so they’d brush it off as another display of his physical affection and possessiveness.

His sighs were low, his long, quiet exhales sounding out in her ear with each small thrust forward. His eyes kept closing, only to open again more lidded than before, the whites of his eyes showing more and more each time as they rolled back. When the hem of her panties began to feel too rough for the base of his cock to handle, he slipped out from the warm place he was sandwiched between, his hand coming back around to her rear to pull at the plush of her thighs enough to slip his cock between them. He could hear her whine his name quietly at the loss of friction on her clit then cut off a quick, sharp inhale when she felt his cock, wet and most likely glistening with a light sheen from her wetness, slip between her upper thighs, his grinding thrusts starting up once more.

“Squeeze ‘em tighter, c’mon… more baby more, put those fucking thighs around it…” he whimpered desperately, that turned into a borderline quiet hissing. She thought for a moment, giving him one of her monotonous hum, making him believe for a moment she wasn’t going to. Only seconds later does she give into his desperation, she crossed her ankle over the other, squeezing his hard, aching cock deliciously, immediately earning a strained, muffled moan as he exhaled into the crook of her neck to keep it down, hugging her midsection tighter. To make matters worse, she starts to move her hips slowly back and forth, as if casually rocking herself out of boredom. Their movements are opposite, making Shingo lose himself even quicker when he thrusts forward, she moves back into him, just for him to pull away as she rocks forward.

His voice cracks out a sigh as his breath hitches repeatedly. “You gonna cum, Shin?” she turned her head towards his, whispering it teasingly in his ear. All he could do was say, “Mhmm… mhmm please baby stay there, please… please let me just… haah, just need ta’… cum on your pretty, pretty thighs, please baby…” Bringing a hand to tangle in his hair, she uncrossed her ankles to lighten the pressure around his cock, she subtly slipped her other hand under her skirt to pull her panties down enough to cover the tip of his cock as he came, helping to lessen the mess, though not by much as he always cums in large amounts.

Leaning his bottom half against the car and his upper half against her for stability, his legs felt weak, and his breathing came out as shaky pants as he had to force himself to stay quiet around the masses. He worked poorly in the first half of getting his dick back in his pants but eventually did so, and (Y/N) tried her best to make her adjusting look normal as she tried to wipe her thighs clean of her man’s cum with her panties, as if they weren’t already soaked.

“Now, baby if you don’t mind, how about you tone down the horniness for five minutes and watch the race so we can see who wins, hmmm?” she blows the cigarette’s last bit of smoke out before stomping out the chewed stick she gnawed on during her lip biting not even two minutes ago. Pushing herself off the EG driver once he was decent once more, she moved to lean on the car’s hatch on his side to get a good view of the pass before them without having more of her boyfriend’s uncontrollable touching.

“Anyway, before we truly got to finish this conversation since someone couldn’t hold it in, I think that Kenta guy is gonna win since all the 8-6 kid knows is Akina. The RedSuns make it a point to learn other passes so I’m going to assume Takahashi’s protégé has done so with Myogi. All Fujiwara has done is drive up the pass some to see the race, so he has a most basic of layouts for the road compared to seriously driving on it. That’s my reason. And you, Shingo?” she asks, accentuating his name in a mock loving voice with a teasing tone behind it.

“Hmph…” he inhaled deeply, still trying to catch the last few breaths he needed before replying, his signature, annoying, snarky tone making an appearance as if he wasn’t a panting, begging mess mere moments ago. “Ain’t gonna cut it, sweetheart,” he rebuttals. “Underestimating Akina’s 8-6 was the worst mistake I made, and I lost to him cause of that. You’re just gonna end up like the rest of these idiots out here who think some rain and a different pass is gonna be the end of Fujiwara.” He took a drag of his newly lit cigarette to help calm his nerves further, his eyes also focused on the road in front of them.

“No, the worst mistake you made was ramming yourself into a fucking guardrail and obliterating your car, you dipshit. What did you think was gonna happen when there’s a right turn and you go left instead? Did the guardrail flash you like it was my ass or something?” She asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow and unimpressed expression, motioning to her ass. Shingo nearly chokes on his cigarette and snaps his head in her direction like she was insane. The speed at which he turned was close to giving him whiplash.

“The fuck?!” he said incredulously, looking at her with a deadpanned expression. “I could have passed him anytime I wanted, and I wanted him to sweat with the pressure. Once I knew I wasn’t beatin’ that guy, I was gonna send both of us into the damn guardrail. I figured I had a crap ton more distance to pull it off, ‘ight? Lay off my ass.” He exclaimed quickly and huffed like a child who knew he was in trouble yet tried to play it off. “And if you think a guardrail looks like your ass, maybe I should bend you over one sometime so we can compare, huh?” his tone turned breathy, laced with that familiar growliness he gets when angry or horny. It only grows more evident when he’s both… which is almost always.

(Y/N) merely shrugged with a cocky smirk that mirrors Shingo’s iconic one. Rolling his eyes in annoyance he averted them back to the road, hearing squealing tires getting closer. Only two minutes later did the Panda Trueno and orange S14 speed around the corner, the S14 taking an outside line to block the Trueno as it comes out of a drift, only to cut into the inside, the front left tire bumping up onto the curb of the sidewalk like an inverted gutter run and slide back into a short drift, passing the S14 and vanishing behind the next corner.

“Well, fuck…” she said, now knowing she lost, with the pass only having a couple of corners left, none of which would give the S14 an advantage at passing.

“Fuck is right; time to pay up, hot stuff.” Shingo chuckled, stamping out his cigarette with a shit-eating smirk. Huffing in annoyance, she stayed in her place at the back of the Civic. Sure, he won, but she wasn’t going to let him have her so easily again. Noting her lack of enthusiasm, Shingo strutted his way to stand in front of her. Hovering over her smaller form for a moment before bending down for his lips to meet her ear and his hand to gently grasp the back of her jaw, slightly turning her head in the opposite direction. Turning his head to the side, Shingo’s warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and spread out on my hood or am I gonna have to do it for ‘ya?” He left a ghost of a kiss on the shell of her ear, with a low, teasing hum that reverberated in her eardrums.

“You know damn well I’m making you work for it. You had it easy not even five minutes ago, the least I can do is deny you some of the satisfaction of an easy win, love.” She challenged, turning to meet his eyes before leaning in and biting at his lower lip. He growled in annoyance. Not being able to display the dominance he desperately wanted to right now, due to the people who were still around, though slowly beginning to disperse, preventing her from doing anything and she knew it with that smirk on her face.

He was not a patient man and having to wait nearly ten minutes for the last of the group around them to leave by car felt like an hour. Once they turned the corner and no one around was in view, Shingo, without the slightest hint of hesitation, grabbed the bottom of her thighs, lifting her up, as her legs instinctively wrapping around his skinny waist. He carried her to the front of his car, lying her back on the hood, her legs pulling him in closer until his pelvis brushed against hers.

Yanking him down by the hair, their lips smash together in a rough kiss of teeth and tongue. The occasional growls escaping Shingo’s throat only has her tugging on his black strands further and clawing her nails against his bicep. The faint taste of cigarette smoke was laced in their tongues and Shingo’s hand worked quickly at pushing up her red skirt that blended in with the Civic’s paint, and lifting her hips to slip her panties that were damp in most spots mostly from his cum she tried to clean. The coldness of the car’s hood mixed with rain on her bare skin had her shivering as goosebumps raised on her arms and legs. She unconsciously pulled Shingo closer to her, seeking the warmth that radiated off him.

His hands were hot on her skin as they snaked their way up to the hem of her shirt, pushing it upwards as her arms unraveled from his body to allow him to pull the clothing off her. His lips kissed down her jaw to the side of her neck, nipping and licking at the soft, sensitive skin as he kneaded and groped her through her bra.

Not even bothering to undo her bra, he yanked the back straps, the small hooks popping out and bending at the force, sliding it off her shoulders easily. She made a surprised noise at the sudden aggressiveness, though not complaining. It only invigorated her, letting her lithe fingers sneak to the hem of his pants to undo his belt, letting the waistband slide down to his thighs as she teasingly rubbed the back of her hand over his once again painfully hard cock for a second time within the hour. Before he could do anything else, she slid off the hood, kneeling in front of him and hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down with the same aggressiveness he gave with her bra, emitting a strangled whiney moan from the man above her as his cock is freed from its confinements, looking almost as red as his Civic.

Taking him delicately in her hand she gave him several strokes, too light and too teasing for his liking, making him groan in frustration. “Problem, baby?” She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she gave his tip a kitten lick. His jaw tensed and a hand instinctively tangled in her hair. “C’mon babe… You can do better than tha- haah!” he moaned, voice high and so, so pretty. It was music to her ears as she took him in fully, tongue wrapping skillfully around his length as she bobbed her head steadily. His head fell back as he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head, his fingers loosening their grip in her hair as she continued.

The mix of her warm mouth, tongue and hand working in unison around his twitching cock told her she had at most another minute or two before he’d cum. Deciding to put her all into it, she hollowed out her cheeks, and squeezed him just a bit more earning deep sighs and groans from him. It felt as if her tongue could almost wrap around his length when pulled away to leave kisses and suck lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue jutting out to lick the bottom of his cock.

“B-babe…” he panted before whining out a shameful “Baby, pleaseee-” his grip in her tightened once more, tugging on it. The breaking point was her vibrating moan when she took him in once more, and him cumming with a loud groan, painting her mouth white with his surprisingly sweet cum; a stark contrast to his personality. Pulling away from him, she swallowed, her thumb wiping up any extra before seductively sucking on it to clean it off. Shingo swore he could cum again from the sight alone if he wasn’t so spent.

Standing back up, (Y/N) gently pulled him with her towards the hood, lying back down on it with him hovering over her, a hand the holding the nape of his neck as they initiated a hot and heavy kiss. He could taste bits of himself on her lips and tongue as they mixed. Her hand traveled along his front, slipping under his shirt and hoodie taking in the tense muscles along his abs while the other snaked down from his neck to his arm, squeezing and reveling in the way his bicep and forearms were tensed to hold himself up. Moaning into his mouth with pleasure, their kisses softened, her lips lowering to his neck to kiss, bite, lick and suck, leaving a trail of dark hickeys. Shingo did the same with her, leaving them to crane their necks to give each other room as they continued their ministrations in unison.

By the time they switched sides to do it all over again, she could feel him start to grind against her once more. She wondered how it was possible for him to get hard again only ten minutes later. ‘Is he always fuckin’ horny?’

He loved the way his dick slipped through her soaked folds so easily as he rutted against her, like she was made for him. Shingo released a raspy, strained breath, “Flip over. Now.” Not waiting for her to comply herself, he roughly took hold of her hips flipping her on her stomach, causing her to tense up and gasp from the cold metal and his dominating actions. Adjusting her legs to spread wider just a bit more, he slowly pushes himself into her. The way her soft walls clench around him in that delicious way almost had him cum on the spot. “Hah.. fuck, baby you take me so good… Too damn good.” Once bottomed out inside of her, Shingo snakes his hands to her hips, taking hold of them in a gentle, almost guiding way as he adjusts her body’s position. A stark contrast to his actions not even thirty seconds prior.

“Yeah, that’s it, just a little higher for me darlin’…” he drawls out “…good girl.” He purrs, his hands and long fingers helping to raise her hips just a bit more, and his thumbs press down on the small of her back, a silent gesture for her to arch it inwards until he squeezes her sides in full, her body contorted in the perfect of ways to thrust himself deeper. The string of moans pouring out of her mouth as his reward only boosts his ego and confidence. Shingo has her completely mind-fucked from the way he manages his thrusts. Even with the roughness and sometimes sloppiness of his ministrations, he somehow knows just how much to thrust into her tight, wet walls, how hard, and the right angle to use in order to pull the most enticing of moans from her languid, soft lips that were still glistening with saliva and the small bits of evidence of her being able to make her man cum with her mouth alone.

“Heh… Y’know babe,” he breathed out, “I can’t tell if that shine on my Honda badge is from the rain… or from how fucking wet you are for my cock.” He panted, a breathy chuckle passing through his lips. “Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Shingo!” she growled out, getting tired of his constant yapping. ‘He talks more than he fucks,’ she said to herself, annoyed.

Just as Shingo went quiet and she was mentally relieved he’d focus on more important things, several loud laughs and giggles pulled (Y/N) back to reality, seeing her girlfriends sitting around the large circle table, margaritas still in hand as they continued to yap about their boyfriends. Annoyed enough as is from being rudely interrupted and not getting to relive her memory in full, it got to the point where she stood up on the footrest of her chair, placing her drink down, and motioned to all of them with a finger saying, “Your boyfriends are all delicate little pansies. You don’t even know what it’s liked to get fucked with some real dick. All this “gentle thrust this” and “light, loving nips” that. My boyfriend doesn’t ‘make love’” she quoted with a drawled, mocking voice, “he fucks!” She paused for a moment, sitting back down, crossing a leg over her knee and sipping her drink prestigiously before one of the girls interjected, and the others were watching with wide eyes. “So does he know how to leave you being unable walk the next day, at least?” the girl said in an almost challenging tone.

(Y/N) rests an arm over the back of the chair, much like Shingo does, having adopted some of his mannerisms. “Oh please. He knows 102 ways to fuck up my thighs, leaving me to call work for a fucking “sick day” and still beg for more when he gets home.” Raising her glass in a toast expression, she sipped it, feeling as though she’d won the battle. The victorious smirk she wears also mimics that of Shingo’s when he gets cocky. The thoughts of the many ways Shingo has made her feel and see things during their sinful escapades glued themselves into her mind. Unconsciously, she rubbed her crossed thighs together, wondering (and hoping) if Shingo would be home by the time she left. The initial slow burn of minimal desire was starting to grow like a wildfire the more she thought about her man absolutely destroying her.

The outrageously out of pocket topic had become concluded rather quickly by the clinking of glasses, replacements being delivered quickly, and the seemingly never-ending stream of alcohol and fruity scents filled the table. The girls’ conversations once again flowed easily and the wide variety of topics that came about seemed to fly by. (Y/N) felt as though time went on faster than ever; so fast even, that she barely realized arriving her and Shingo’s shared apartment.

She wobbled slightly and stumbled out of her friend’s car, while another friend helped her out; wrapping an arm around her as she guided her up the stairs to the apartment door. She didn’t see Shingo’s Civic in his designated parking spot, and assumed he was still out doing street racing stuff with his team. Once the door was unlocked, after several failed attempts, (Y/N)’s friend waved goodbye once she had gotten through the door safely, telling her to lock it and get some rest.

She didn’t fully process her friend’s words, but still locked the door out of habit, letting out a sigh while she kept her balance with a hand on the wall, and holding her head with the other. She could almost feel the hangover starting. She could barely remember what the hell her and her girlfriends went out for but had enough thought process to recall it was one of their birthdays and they scarfed down drinks like wild dogs.

          What she really needed was for the room to stop spinning and to not use any more of her tired and nearly numb muscles. Slipping off her heels and trying to adjust the tight red dress Shingo bought her for the outing, she stumbled over to the couch, dropping onto it tiredly. Reaching an arm above her head she yanked Shingo’s red hoodie from the arm of the couch and cuddled up to it. Holding the actual hood to her face, she wedges the larger part of it between her legs, hugging it like a body pillow.

          At some point she fell asleep, for how long is unknown, however she was jolted awake by the raspy voice of her boyfriend and him shutting and locking the door. “Hey babes, I’m home- the fuck?” He stopped short, taking in her disheveled appearance, and noting she’s still wearing that deliciously tight dress. It had lifted to reveal the bottom half of her ass and the lacy black underwear she wore beneath it while she slept. She had just lifted herself up, sitting on her legs with the larger part of his hoodie underneath her. Shingo watched as the dress hiked itself up further from the movement, the tightness of the bottom pushed past the delicious curve of her ass making it jiggle slightly before scrunching up in a small heap around her waist that it still clung tightly to. His eyes followed it upward seeing that the top half of her dress was pulled downward, seeing as she still held his hoodie in her hands, the larger part still beneath her. He was nearly foaming at the mouth seeing that her tits were nearly spilt over the top more so than when he dropped her off at the bar.

She had a tired but excited smile as her eyes landed on her boyfriend. “Shinnnn! Heheh… missed you.” Her words slurred as her hips rocked back and forth gently on his hoodie, mimicking a grinding movement.

          Despite finding her current appearance quite appetizing, the Civic driver was more concerned with his girlfriend’s wellbeing, seeing she’s much more out of it than she usually gets when drunk. He set his wallet and keys down on the coffee table as he approached her, kneeling in front of her and brushing her hair off her face. “What the hell did you get yourself into, huh?” his tone was softer, though still holding the usual raspiness in his throat. “Was a girl-friend’s birthday today and,” she hiccupped, “we had a lot of drinks there.” She giggled, no regrets in her voice as she looked at him with adoring eyes. She was oddly wholesome and warm when plastered.

          “I know it was, I dropped you off there, but you went and got how fucked up?” he raised an eyebrow, with an unimpressed expression.

          “Pretty fucked up…” she paused, “but you fuck me up better.” Her head tilts to the side, an innocent smile on her face while looking him in the eyes. Shingo’s taken aback by her statement, not expecting her to be so unhinged. He barked out a confident laugh while looking away as if it was common knowledge that he was capable of such a thing. “Alright, ya pain in the ass, sit back on the couch, I’ll get some water and snacks for you. Don’t need you throwing up on me in the middle of the night and have your dumbass not wake me up to tell me I’m rolling in that shit.” Shingo spoke, though his tone held a subtle humorousness to it.

          She rolled her eyes, giggling again while leaning back onto the couch as he said as he went into the kitchen rummaging for food that’ll help fill her up more and absorb some of the alcohol, also coming back with two water bottles. Handing her some bread, she started to nibble on it. He was about to hand her a water bottle but noticed how her lithe hand shook some while she ate. Deciding it would be better to do it himself, he unscrewed the cap. “Here, open up.” He lifted the bottle to her mouth, and she did as he said. Tipping the bottle little by little, he watched as she drank it before her eyes suddenly widened and she gurgles out some of the water, putting her hand on his to tip the bottle back to keep it from pouring out. Drinking what was left in her mouth in several swallows then wiping her mouth, messing up her lipstick, all Shingo could envision of that scenario was that it was his cock she was choking on, having to wrap her hand over his that was guiding himself into her mouth only to stop him so she could take a breath to catch up.

          He cleared his throat, giving a quick “Sorry baby” before setting the bottle on the table and giving her a towel to wipe her mouth. “C’mon let’s get that make-up off, yeah?” he said lightly, focusing his attention on getting her settled, cleaned up, and less likely to be sick tomorrow from the hangover. Helping her stand up off the couch he pulled her dress back down to cover her both for more modesty and to help his mental state stay a bit more stable before they wrapped an arm around each other’s waists for stability and he walked her slowly to the bathroom. Flicking the light on, he faced her back to the mirror before lifting her gently by the hips to sit her on the countertop. He scavenged through her numerous bottles of products until he found the make-up removal one, taking a bag of cotton pads out of the drawer as well. Setting the pad on the mouth of the bottle he flipped it over quickly then back, wetting a section of the square with the product, bringing it to her face and gently wiping off her smeared lipstick. She had to look down at him and her hair kept falling in her face blocking the light he needed.

          Humming in slight disapproval he grabbed one of her hair ties, reaching behind her to pull her hair back and make a loose ponytail. As he did so, she smiled warmly and hummed, plopping her head on one of his arms that was extended as he worked on her hair. She kissed the inner part of his elbow before he pulled away. He made a small laugh noise through his nose before he softly pulled her head down to leave a kiss on her forehead before resuming his work.

          Clear of all lipstick, he wet another cotton square to work on her eyes. Holding the side of her face in one hand, she leaned into it as he gently wiped away the eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, then switching to the other and repeating. As he worked, her hands started to roam along his biceps and chest, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him to her. He stopped what he was doing to take her hands in his, “None of that right now baby, gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you’re good first, alright?” she whined in protest, unwrapping her legs and swinging them in contempt before complying. “Good girl.” He released her hands, removing the last of her eye makeup before moving to the sink to warm up a towel, wringing it out and softly washing her face of any other potential make up.

          “Shinnnn…?” she whined, wholesomely and cutely.

          “‘Sup, baby?” he continued wiping away with the towel.

          “Hurry up… I wanna help you with that. Make you feel better…” she gave him a pouty, begging face with big eyes as she glanced between his eyes and still apparent boner that does look quite painful. If he knew this was going to happen, he wouldn’t have worn tight jeans. Finishing up quickly, he pat dried her face, then lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapping around his skinny waist once more, her arms wrapped around his neck as she held onto him. He could practically feel the patterns of her lacy underwear through his jeans and her tits squished against his chest as he walked back to the couch. Trying to set her back down, she wasn’t having it, refusing to let go of him.

          He sighed, lifting her back up and turning around to sit himself, with her on his lap. She hummed happily, nuzzling her face into his neck and scooting herself closer to him, resulting in grinding her lacy covered clit against him. She loved the way his jeans were wrapped around and hugged the muscles of his legs. She hummed pleasantly at the way the rough denim rubbed against all the right places along with the thin lace of her panties. She started off grinding herself against his thigh slowly, trying to spread herself out against his large muscle to feel it rub her everywhere. Shingo notices immediately and waits to feel her start to move her hips forward once more, and just as she does so, he flexes his thigh and presses her more onto it by the hips, having her grind onto it more roughly.

          She moans into his neck, her hands dropping down to press flatly against his lower abdomen and the other holding his hip to gain more leverage in her movements. It felt even better than before, having the entirety of his thigh and the rough material of his denim rubbing against her soaked folds. She continued to ride his thigh, feeling his hand on her back slowly travel down, teasingly, to the small of it. His fingertips reach the bottom of her dress that still covers her upper thighs from when he adjusted it earlier. His nails lightly scratch her soft skin as he pulls the tight material of the dress up and over her ass, licking his lower lip with a smirk as he gets to see the soft flesh jiggle once more.

Half her ass is bare on the outer parts while the centre is mostly covered. He notices her panties have gaps between the patterns, some larger than others and showing skin between the designs. Tracing the bare sections with his fingers, she whines putting more effort into her grinding as if to entice him to fuck her quicker like a bitch in heat.

His eyes shift up to her body, and his free hand lightly takes hold of her hip before gripping it firmly and dragging her hips along his tense thigh earning a high moan of his name from her and a squeeze on his abdomen. She swore his jeans had to have had a wet stripe by now with how rigorously he was dragging her sopping core against this thick thigh.

“Mm, I like these panties… Lean back for me a bit sweet girl, I wanna see if they got those nice gaps in the front.” He helped lean her back, holding her so she wouldn’t fall as his eyes feasted on the sight before him. “Heh, look at that. Can see my girl’s pretty pussy through ‘em. Be real nice if I could eat you out through ‘em too, huh?” she nodded quickly in agreement, a breathy giggle escaping her lips while he ghosted his fingers over the front of the lacy clothing before leaning her forward. She knows something he doesn’t.

“What’s that laugh for, hmm? Something you wanna tell me?” he whispered huskily in her ear, the ends of his hair tickling her cheek. She shook her head, an innocent smile on her face and she bounced on his thigh when he suddenly lifted it to plant his foot flat on the floor. Shingo thought she bounced so cutely, her eyes going wide at the sudden movement and the way her ass and tits bounced so deliciously against that tight dress ended the last bit of restraint he had left.

“Bed. Now.” He growled out, lifting her off him, keeping her stable at the sudden movement, and nudging the small of her back to go first. He gives a generous slap to her ass when she starts scurrying to their room with an excited giggle, finally getting what she wanted. His eyes glued themselves to her rear, the scrunched-up bottom of her dress resting on the curve of her hips to the way her lace panties left so much to the imagination, only covering most of what he wanted.

She disappeared behind the door frame only to be found sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him expectantly, her legs spread, giving him a better look at the gaps in the lace. Kicking the door shut, he crossed his arms, his smirk getting wider when he said, “Hands and knees for me baby, I wanna see that pretty lil’ back arch…Oh and… heh, stick that ass out a bit for me too, yeah?” his voice deepened to accentuate the last word, clearly making it known he wasn’t asking.

          Deciding to take her time and give him a little bit of a show, she turned over, crawling a bit more towards the centre of the bed but close enough to the edge be within arm’s length of him, and positioning herself at a slight angle to give him a better view of everything. Her legs were now pressed together purposefully concealing his little surprise. She yanked the hair tie out of her hair, letting it fall naturally before she turned her head toward him just enough to make eye contact without strain. Lightly biting her lip with a seductive smile, she slowly arched her way down to her elbows, bringing them close enough that her upper arms push against her already straining tits that are threatening to spill out of the dress, pushing them together even further.

Shingo breaks the eye contact as she expected to watch her actions like a predator stalking its prey. Once balancing well enough on her arms, she bites the tip of her tongue while arching her back inward, the hem of her dress falling slightly with the dip along with her wiggling her hips to help it fall down a bit toward her waist, showing her lower back and panties in full. She pushed her hips inward, sticking her ass out further like he wanted, and she could hear Shingo let out a quiet, low hum that nearly resembled a deep animalistic growl.

“Spread ‘em.” He commanded with a rare deep guttural tone that had her following his order immediately. Lowering her head onto her hands her legs spread open smoothly, gliding over the soft sheets. “Good girl’s lookin’ so pretty and obedient for me, aren’t ‘cha sweetheart?” his voice quickly returned to his high-pitched tone he uses when he gets worked up. “Lookin’ up at me with those big, needy eyes like that. Makes me wanna ruin the fuck outta you, darlin’.” He said breathily.

Unraveling his arms, he took only a couple long strides to reach the edge of the bed, his hand landing on her back, running up the arch slowly as he admired her form. Continuing to trail upwards to the curve of her ass, his other hand lands on the opposite side, and he squeezes the soft flesh on both sides, admiring how it wants to pour over his fingers from the pressure only to form back so smoothly when he releases. Her soft sighs ring in his ears like music, as he continues just a bit further down, taking in the way the patterns of her panties barely cover anything and its mostly gaps, the sides of her folds completely bare. He can see the extra thin material is soaked through, as he brings a hand to her clit, the other wraps around her thigh, kneading it rhythmically. The moment his fingers press onto the lacy patterns resting over her folds he can see her lightly clench around nothing, making him chuckle. Putting more pressure on it, he toys around with her sensitive clit, earning desperate whines and even her trying to wiggle around to gain some kind of friction from his fingers.

“Fuck baby, look at that pretty glistening pussy…” he bites his lip with a smirk, being able to gather a bit of her wetness on his fingers, he snickers teasingly, “God, babe, you’re practically drippin’ on the sheets… N’ this is all for me, huh?” Rubbing his fingers against her clit with more pressure, spreading the wetness around her entirety, the slight scratchiness of the lace rubs against her like his jeans did and she shivers. She moans his name quietly, begging with a light “Shin…more…”

With no hesitation he pulls his hand away, gripping the inside of her hips and using his thumbs to spread out her inner thighs, giving him a bit more access as he dives in, licking a stripe along her lace covered clit, the gaps hitting harder when his tongue ran over bare skin. Her whiny, breathy moan spurred him on, and he settled for ripping the thin material in half, earning a quick gasp from her and him quickly removing it from her to throw it somewhere in the room. Re-attaching his hand to her thigh to spread it once more, he dove back in, tongue jutting in and out of her wet entrance like a man starved.

It took barely four minutes before he had her convulsing around his tongue, his high-pitched hums and moans vibrated in his throat as he feasted on her juices like it was dessert. Her body shook as she came, delicious sighs and moans escaping her as Shingo continued his work.

“Shin, my turn.” She said cutely, looking back to him as he pulled away, using his thumb to lick the remaining mess off his lips with a smirk. “Oh yeah, pretty girl? You really want me that bad, huh?”

“Mhmm, please, lemme do it. Told you I wanna make you feel better.” She said quickly, already turning around to crawl up to him before sitting on the bed, legs bent to sit flatly on each side of her. “Aren’t you still too fucked up for that? Don’t need you chokin’ on me like you did with water.” He teased.

She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, tugging on them as she begged. “Pleasepleaseplease, it’s always so pretty when it’s worked up and hard, let me fix it, Shinnn.” God, how the hell was he supposed to say no to her when she’s so eager and asking for it like that?

“Fuck, alright.” He sighed, the many images of her working his cock so well getting the best of him. She giggled happily, making quick work of his button and zipper, yanking them down past his hips. He did the rest, removing it all in one go before making himself comfortable in bed, leaning against the wall. As she situated herself between his legs, lying on her stomach and propped on her elbows, he reached over to the nightstand to light a cigarette and take a drag, only to moan the smoke out when he felt her mouth wrap around his cock.

His moan was cut short when he tensed hearing her gag violently after trying to take all of him in one go. It wasn’t normal for her gag, like she had no reflex for it, except for the rare times she pushed herself too far, such as now.

He instantly wraps his hand under her jaw and pulls her up and off him, holding her face as his eyebrows creased and pointed, his eyes hardening in both seriousness and concern. “Hey, hey, you good? Look at me, baby.” He waited till she made eye contact with him, and nodded as she took a few deep breaths. “Fuck, woman, don’t scare me like that, you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack.” He sighed in relief, seeing she was fine, now considering if he should even let her continue. He feels her practically deflate under his touch knowing what he’s considering.

“Alright, hot stuff, I’ll let you have your fill, but you’re gonna do it on my terms tonight, sound good, yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly for an answer. She nods with a small smile, ready to go again and he hums in return. Putting his cigarette back to his lips to hold it, he reached for her hair, pulling it back and wrapping it around one of his hands, tight enough to have full control over her movements and prevent more incidents.

He gently pushes her head down, her mouth eagerly inviting in his tip and Shingo hisses, fighting the urge to let his head fall back against the wall and snap his eyes shut. Instead, he bites the butt of the cigarette, having to keep a close eye on her and how far down he has her go to keep her from gagging.

“Thaaat’s it, pretty girl,” he strains, his words altered slightly from the stick hanging between his lips before he takes a drag in and slips it between his fingers. Exhaling the smoke, he continues “nice and slow. Haah, just like that, keep it goin’…” he releases a high hum when he feels her tongue press against the underside of his tip, caressing it so gently, in and out, back and forth rhythmically. The hand that’s wrapped in her hair, continues to lightly pull her up and push her back down, never going further than the bottom of his tip.

When she starts becoming adamant to take in more of him again, feeling her pull against the hand at the back of her head, Shingo tsks, pulling her back up, a ‘pop’ sound emanating when her lips detach from his cock. “I know you’re eager to please as ever darlin’, and you know I love your enthusiasm any day of the week, 26/9, but not tonight. Slow and easy, ‘kay? You can do that for me, can’t you pretty girl?” he asked so nicely, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand, and a soft smile on his face, uncharacteristic of him in these moments.

She nodded and relaxed against his hold, no longer fighting him, earning a hissed, “That’s my good girl” from her man when he pushed her back down to continue. His thumb resumes its soothing rubs along her hollowed-out cheeks, his breaths getting heavier each time she sucked on his tip like it was ice cream on a stick. Shingo had to fight himself to not thrust up into her each time he pushed her down.

“Fuck- that’s enough baby, get that ass back on your hands and knees, I’m fuckin’ you.” He growled out, no longer wanting to wait. Pulling her off him by the hair, he untangled his hand from her soft strands, putting his half-smoked cigarette back between his lips, and turning her around to have her ass face him. Pushing her down by the small of her back, he lifts the hem of her dress over her hips, holding onto them over the soft, tight fabric as he pushes into her halfway, a string of moans sounding from her throat as she claws at the sheets, as he pulls back out, thrusting in again, watching with each thrust as her pussy takes in more and more of his cock. He was enamoured at the sight, speeding up his pace to watch himself disappear into her and emerge repeatedly.

“Fuck… you should see the way your pussy swallows my cock like it’s fucking starved.” He gave a raspy chuckle, moving his hand from her hip down her front to give her pussy a few encouraging taps, feeling how its split to take him in. She mewled at his actions, pushing back against him. Averting his eyes to the rest of her, he noted how with each thrust her tits threatened to spill out from the hem of her dress. Making it his new personal mission, he tightened his grip on her hips, his chest pressing against her back as he drilled into her.

Her cacophony of moans was muffled by the back of her hands and the sheets, before Shingo reached over to lift her head, pressing his thumb against her lips, a silent command for her to suck on it. “If you’re gonna try n’ keep it quiet, mind as well make that pretty mouth useful, hmm? You got no idea how fuckin’ bad I wanna watch those nice tits of yours fall outta your dress, so keep that head up.” He said between pants.

Humming against his thumb, her tongue swirled around it, her cheeks occasionally hollowing out. Despite the brutal pace Shingo set, her dress still held its place, so he decided to take his reward by giving the front of the fabric a quick yank, freeing her tits from their minimal confinement, along with a sinful whine emanating from her jugular.

Popping his thumb out of her mouth, he pulled out of her unexpectedly, making her gasp loudly from the loss of heat and friction. Feeling a few encouraging taps on her ass has her turning her head to see what was happening, seeing Shingo lean back against the wall, iconic smirk gracing his features and complimenting his dark eyes when they meet hers. “Come and sit on this cock, baby. I wanna look you in those pretty little eyes when I cum in you.” A high hum reverberated in his mouth; the man sounds as if he’s always edging himself with the way his voice is crafted.

Crawling over to straddle his thighs, he pulls her closer by the hips, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds, and pushing her down to take him back in. She sighed deeply as he gently guided her down, bit by bit until he was bottomed out inside her. “Good girl, baby,” he placed a light kiss on her cheek, his beaked nose brushing against the side of hers, the soft, comforting tone of his voice a stark contrast to his next words, “always know how to take me in so good, don’t ‘cha? Know all the right ways to work those hips around my cock, ehhhh?” he dragged out the last sound as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, occasionally side to side and in small circles.

Detaching his hands from her hips, he reaches for his box of cigarettes and lighter, the small light giving a soft glow on their faces between disappearing, a small smoke trail rising. The familiar sound of Shingo inhaling filled her ears as he wrapped his free hand in her hair, while the other roamed her body before retracting to take hold of the cigarette when he exhales, putting his hand back on her afterwards. Placing both her hands on his lower abdomen she could feel it flex and tense when his breath hitches or he gives a small thrust up.

Tilting her head to the side with a small tug on her hair, he took the cigarette between his fingers, his lips attaching themselves to her neck, sucking, biting, kissing, and licking the entirety leaving a trail of dark marks throughout her neck and collarbones. The whispers of his name ghosting past the lips she bites so cutely when he catches glimpses, spurs him on to switch to the other side and give her a few merciful thrusts deep into her earning pants and whines.

Pulling away to admire the artwork on her neck, Shingo takes a large drag of the remainder of his cigarette, bringing his hand to her cheeks, squeezing them open before smashing his lips on hers breathing the smoke into her mouth with a deep growl. Lifting a hand to grasp his arm, she moans pleasantly into the kiss, hips riding him with more vigor. Pulling away moments later, he tosses the butt of the stick into the ashtray to bring his hand down to her lower abdomen, noticing something. With the hand still tangled in her hair, he pushes her downward, having her look at what he sees as well.

“Feel that, sweetheart? I’m fuckin’ twitchin’ inside of you right now. Fuck, you got no idea how hot you are, riding on my cock all cute like that, those moans make me wanna just…” he lifts her head back up by the chin, his thumb pressing flat against her lips, silently commanding her to open them. The moment she does, he slips it in, pressing it flat against her tongue and using his fingers resting under her chin to close her jaw. “Makin’ me wanna fuck you till we both pass out, heheeehh.” His shit eating smirk grew into something of a nearly deranged smile at the thought. He truly was insatiable.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that baby. Those doe eyes are the reason I’m already this deep in you. Mean, c’mon sweetheart, don’t tell me you can’t feel me up in here…” he removes his hand from her hair, using it to grab one of hers and place her smaller hand over her lower abdomen, pressing down to feel the slight bulge growing and lessening each time she comes down on him, sometimes meeting his thrusts. His eyes thin out even more with his smile growing as he watches her whine against his thumb, her hand tensing under his. “See, baby? Got me all fucked up with that innocent lil’ face o’ yours. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well, so fuckin’ deep, you can see it in those pretty walls of yours.” He giggled darkly, pressing her hand down on that spot more and thrusting into her a bit harsher. Her other hand quickly moves to his chest for stability, a little gasp escaping her throat when he pulls his thumb back out.

With both hands squeezing her hips, feeling the slight twitches she’s starting to make, he takes complete control, and she hooks her over his shoulders weakly, trying to stabilize herself further, her forehead resting against his collarbone as he drills his cock up into her the last few times, before she’s mewling his name, while he groans out a raspy “haaaahhh”, head leant back against the wall as they cum. Shingo’s breath hitches several times as his hips stutter, becoming less and less until there’s nothing some seconds later. His girl humms tiredly above him, letting her arms fall to limply hang at his sides.

“Heh, damn, really fucked ya out, didn’t I, sweetheart?” she nodded weakly, the lull of sleep quickly taking her in its hold. His normally annoying chuckle of pride held softer undertones within it, especially as she felt him press a soft kiss to the top of her head, her hair being stroked a few times softly, lulling her deeper even further.

They stay like this for several minutes, (Y/N), having already fallen mostly asleep, while Shingo simply stayed put to admire to her form. Her dress still crumbled around her middle, which he goes to unzip quietly, unwrapping it from her form, before tossing it to the floor. His slightly calloused hands run across her back soothingly and rhythmically, leaving pleasant humms to emerge from his girl as she nuzzled her nose into his neck. The small gesture made him twitch slightly, still nestled inside her. Only then was he reminded of that, and with a somewhat disappointed sigh, he gently lifted her off of him, a cute whine at the loss of fullness passing through her. He lies her down on her side, before rolling out of bed himself, slipping on the nearest pair of shorts and exiting the room.

Coming back moments later with a hot cloth, he lightly shakes his girlfriend awake, and her eyelids flutter a few times before landing on him. He gives his rare soft smiles, reserved only for her in private moments, speaking a soft “Hey gorgeous, I’ma clean you up, alright?”

With a small nod and hum, her tired eyes watched him set to work. “Thank you…” she whispered, yet still loud enough for him to hear clearly. “Mhmm, anything for my sweet girl, right?” his smile now warmer as he gave her a loving kiss which she happily returned.

“Love you, Shin.” She linked her pinky with his left one, leaving his dominant hand to rub the cloth along her skin.

“Mmm, love you more, baby. And no, you’re never winning the ‘I love you more’ battle, tough luck.” He chuckled when she smiled with an eyeroll, earning her a forehead kiss before he carried on. Finishing up with his cleaning, he put the cloth with the laundry, coming back to their room and shutting the door. Handing her his red hoodie, her favourite, she slipped it on, cuddling up to him like a leech the minute he lied back down in bed. One hand wrapped itself to hold her head protectively, the other holding her waist. With her head nestled comfortably on his chest, hand on his stomach and a leg hooked over his they fell asleep quickly, the comforting position and each other’s scents brought a quick and easy sense of comfort and security.

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Can you please do first kiss hcs? 🙏

Like at what point in the relationship, who initiates, is it pre planned, whose very first kiss is it?

• All Initial D Characters x Reader • Word Count: 3,435. • Synopsis: Where, when, and how you have your first kiss with the boys.

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Keisuke: I envision this happening in two ways. Seeing as it's canon that Keisuke had a gf before this most likely isn't his first kiss, but this is his first one with you.

Seeing as Keisuke sometimes lets his emotions and impulses control him, he might instinctively kiss you at the most random time. It could be a couple weeks, or a month or two into you guys freshly dating and something somewhere gets his emotions acting up. Most likely a race he was in got him all riled up and if he won he'd pull you to him, arm around your middle, other hand holding the back of your neck before laying claim to your lips in a victory kiss.

If you start dating a bit before Project D starts and into when it begins, he'll be more focused on that, and around that time he's also learned how to handle his emotions better, especially during races. Less impulsive and emotional drive. I see this as more of pre-planned kiss. Once they all get a break for a weekend between all the races, he'll plan out a date with you. Both to get away from the recent stresses of racing, and also dedicate some time to you. By the end of the date he'd drive you both to somewhere secluded to just relax and be away from the world for a bit. Both sitting on the hood of his FD overlooking the city below on the highest peak of Akagi, the city lights below with the night sky above he'll take several glances at you as subtly as possible, his mind racing with how he's gonna get your attention or if he should just do it. As much as he planned, this is where he blanks out and lets his instincts do it for him. Leaning on one hand thats splayed on the FD's hood, his other gently taking hold of your jaw, and turning you to him before he leans in, lips meeting yours softly yet passionately.

Ryosuke: Definitely plans this out. Not his first kiss either since he was with Kaori, but definitely makes your very first kiss with him (and in general) special. The man simply cannot function if he does not plan anything. Will have your favourite flowers delivered to your house with a note telling you the time he'll be picking you up at for a date. This is a complete surprise to you as he made no mention of any kind of date the last time you were with him or talked on the phone. Just as you start rummaging through your dresser and closet for a proper outfit, knowing he'll probably be taking you out somewhere fancy, the doorbell rings. You get a nice looking package that you didn't order, the delivery guy saying it was addressed to you before leaving. Opening the box was a deep blue dress with a few white and diamond coloured accents. Knowing now what he was doing, you rolled your eyes lightly with a smile before taking the dress and changing into it, fixing up your hair and doing any make-up that compliments the dress and your skin tone. When the time rolls around that was printed on the note, the distinct sound of Ryosuke's FC is heard coming down the street before rolling into neutral and idling. You open your door just as he's about to knock, seeing him dressed in the same colours as you. Deep blue shirt, with white pants and shoes. The way he'd compliment your colour choice and sense of style with his deep voice and soft smirk makes your knees wanna turn into Jello. Once he's helped you into his FC as well as helping you out once you arrive at a beachside restaurant, he'll wrap his black suit jacket over your shoulders as you both go to check in for the reservation. He's got you in a corner table indoors where it's warmer but with large windows to enjoy the sunset beach view in its entirety. By the time dinner's done, he'll take you for a short walk down the nearby pier, arm wrapped around your waist before he gently pulls you to him, tucking a few strands of hair behind you ear and hooking his finger under your jaw, having you look up at him just a bit more before pressing his surprisingly soft lips to yours in slow, gentle movements.

Takumi: Not planned at all and it's both of your first kisses together and in general. Tofu boy doesn't even plan his races, so he definitely wasn't planning on any kisses. He pretty much runs on pure instinct and adrenaline. The first kiss probably took place after a tough race of his, maybe the gumtape deathmatch, since he was so pissed off and that adrenaline was high. As soon as he passes the finish line on Akina, he doesn't go home, he actually drives straight to your house, mentally praying you're still awake at this hour. Having been on a few rides with him in the 8-6 you recognized the sound of the engine revving into your neighbourhood a mile away. Getting curious and wondering if something happened to him, you quietly head downstairs to not wake your parents and step outside in the tiny driveway. Not even a moment later Takumi pulls onto the shoulder in front the driveway, the handbrake sounding and him getting out of the car, not evening bothering to shut it off, the headlights still flipped up and alert like eyes. The headlights illuminate him for only a moment as he speedwalks past the car and up to you. Before you can even ask what he's doing here or what was going on, he takes hold of both your cheeks pulling you in for a deep, emotional kiss. It only gets deeper each time he tilts his head the other way, parting away to get in a quick deep breath before meeting your lips again. You can tell he's trying to take out all his emotions and frustrations with the kisses, and the more you return them with just as much fervor as him, his body starts relaxing more he lets out frequent sighs that are borderline small moans due to your lips being attached like glue. By the time he fully pulls away, eyes half-lidded, his soft lips as red as his cheeks and ears he tries to stutter out an apology for getting so ahead of himself, but your only response is a giggle before giving him a soft peck, silently telling him its okay.

Takeshi: You somewhat plan it. Not your first kiss, but it is for him. Despite having kissed someone before, your nerves are still on fire and your wondering how you're gonna pop the question or if you just do it. You tagged along with him to his race against Keisuke that he ended up losing. By the time people started leaving, you both do as well. As he drives down Myogi Pass, following the speed limit after a rough night and with how much it was pouring rain. About halfway down the pass you told him to pull over for a minute, leaving him to react with a soft 'huh' and a raised pointed eyebrow as he glanced at you. Listening nonetheless, he put the hazards on and pulled onto the shoulder of a corner so he wasn't blocking the lanes. Before he could ask what the matter was you unbuckled yourself quickly before grabbing his jaw, turning him to face you as you slammed your lips onto his. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment before processing what was happening and giving in easily. As soon as he reciprocated you released his jaw, tangling your hand through his damp hair before settling to hold the back of his head. He did the same but with a little more difficulty due to him still being strapped in with his harnesses. You chuckled lightly at his frustrated sigh, giving a quick "Don't worry about it Tak, besides I like when you're restrained a bit" before kissing him again. You could practically feel the heat coming off of his cheeks from your words but also how he intensified his kisses like a challenge. The background noise of the rain pattering on the R32, the occasional swipe of the windshield wipers, and the rythmic sound of the hazard lights clicking all melded together as you both got lost in your own little world. His cute little sounds of sighs, grunts and light moans kept an ever present smirk on your face that he was determined to wipe off.

Shingo: His first kiss since you're the first one he's dated. It'd happen after a few weeks of being together, or roughly a month. You made a half-joking bet that if he won his next race you'd let him kiss you however he wanted. However, he took his bet V E R Y seriously. Bro is now determined to win at any cost. And of course, he's using his beloved gumptape to achieve this victory. Least to say he won, whether it was a dirty win or not, but he reminded you smugly you didn't specify HOW he needed to win, just that he had to. Now here you were, having been driven to a secluded part of the pass in the opposite direction away from everyone, the gumtape he had taped around his hand and wrist for the race was still attached to him, but the extra bits of it that was to go around his wheel is now wrapped around your wrist and hand, intertwining your and his hand together. That ever present smirk on his face only widened when he had you layed back on the hood of his EG, your and his bound hand settled above your head as he stood between your legs, leaning down over you leaving a trail of teasing neck kisses and a nip at your ear before he finally planted his lips on yours. He was practically indecisive about how he kissed you, switching between slow and passionate, to fast and rough, to french kisses, and switching again.

Itsuki: Definitely his first kiss. He probably tried to plan it with that dating book he read when he planned dates with Saori, except he's hopefully learned his lesson after that to wait a bit, making sure you're more comfortable first and ask first unless you end up initiating it. I imagine this as more of giving him a light peck or a little longer of a kiss after a date or when he drops you off at home. Bro's nose bleeding and bragging to the Akina gang about it for w e e k s.

Iketani: Better than Itsuki, also his first kiss. He takes you around and several dates first, and even waits until you're both officially dating to kiss you. He knows by then that you're comfortable with him so he'd end up planning the kiss to be after a romantic date somewhere. Most likely a beach and you two stay until sunset. He walks with you back to his S13, packing everything away for you as you stand in front of the hood of his car watching the sunset. He comes back around and sits on his hood, patting the spot next to him to let you know you can do the same. As you both enjoy the view together in the vast parking lot, his car parked near a railing giving you both a front seat view of the ocean and sky. He'll lightly call your name after a few minutes, waiting until you turn to look at him before he leans in, gently planting a kiss on your lips, both being warmly illuminated by the red sky.

Kenji: Not his first kiss in general, but his first with you. He doesn't plan it, instead going off instinct. He gives off chill vibes, like someone who people just feel totally relaxed and comfortable around without even knowing him. Thus it's not really surprising when you fall for him let alone being the one to initiate the kiss. You give him a peck on the cheek as a thank you for bringing you along to a race to watch. He wouldn't let you pay for the gas he used to get you, so you had to make up somehow. He nearly slammed the brakes of his 180 on the way to the top of Akina when you kissed his cheek. He ended up speeding up a bit to get to the top faster and as soon as he pulled into an empty space to park, he leaned over the center console to plant a long kiss on your lips before pulling away with a cheesy grin. Though it quickly turned to a smirk when he realised Iketani and Itsuki saw and were fuming.

Kenta: You both started dating shortly before he joined the Project D team. It's neither of your first kisses in general, but your first with each other. He was telling you about the next expedition he was going to with the team and it was going to be a pretty late night. You didn't mind, seeing as he spoke so passionately about this stuff, you even made him a mini buffet of food to take with him but he's easily distracted and forgot to take it. You noticed it sitting in the fridge the next day and his team was already on the move to the next region so you took matters into your own hands and drove over to the pass they'd be at. It was dark by the time you got there and saw the three vans sitting at the base of the pass. Kenta's attention was drawn to the car pulling up and was shocked to see you. After telling him he forgot all the food and you decided to not only deliver but visit and see what the team was like and what he did for it, he couldn't help but pull you into a hug and plant a loving kiss on your lips for your dedication.

Kyoichi: Your first kiss, not his. It was purely instinctual and even emotion driven. You'd been dating for almost a month and a half, Kyoichi having been the one to ask you out after he saw you one day staring at his Evo with such interest. You'd think a cold, and supposedly emotionless man like Kyoichi wouldn't have been affected by petty jealousy, but what's an Emperor to do when his woman is getting flirted on by some rando at the bar? Deciding to take matters into his own hands seeing as you were too sweet for your own good to outwardly be rude to the guy and leave, Kyoichi came up behind you, putting a hand at the back of your neck, drawing your attention to him. "Get your drink?" he asked passively, and you nodded, holding up your glass to show him before he gave a short and deep, "Good" before pulling you gently against him and walking a few steps away from the guy that was chatting you up. Kyoichi moved his hand from your neck to the side of your jaw tilting it to make you look up at him before he leant down to plant a possessive kiss to your lips before pulling away to continue walking you back your shared spot.

Rin: Neither of your firsts in general (assuming he's kissed Kaori before and Ryosuke didn't fully cuck him on that too lmao.) You both started seeing each other long after Kaori, so he's learned his lesson about being mean and manipulative with women he wants. He lets you take the big steps at your comfort levels. Waits for you to come to him, so he can be sure you're comfortable with it and he's not pressing you into something too quickly. However, he did plan an extravagent date with the hopes it would lead you into wanting something more with him. Least to say, it worked. Similarly to Ryosuke's HC, Rin took you to a nice restaurant, nice drinks and view of the city below. Your outfits matched but you had little purple accents and he had his small skull belt chain. When you both finished and walked back to the R32, him getting the door for you and making sure you were settled before going to his side. When you asked if he wanted to try something different on the drive home he agreed, thinking you wanted him to take a different route, yet was pleasently surprised when you lifted yourself off your seat and settled yourself sideways on his lap, legs hung over the center console, heels resting on the passenger seat and your arm hooked around his neck for support, fingers playing gently with his long hair. Rin had a small smirk on his lips as he adjusted the seat a bit to go further back yet not hinder his need to push the clutch all the way in. His left arm rested over your legs so he could shift smoothly through gears, his right hand on the wheel and your back leaning against it a bit. When he pulled onto the empty highway, headlights illuminating the dark road, he took his shifting hand to your chin, turning you to him and tilting his head to get a better angle at both kissing you and watching the road. He hummed lowly when he felt your arm hug the back of his neck a little tighter and your lips move in sync with his.

Gou: Not his first kiss, but yours. Not planned with him either he just goes full send. Of course he waits till you're comfortable with him, but the night he takes you to his home course to just escape from the world for a bit, both of you sitting on the hood of his NSX watching the stars and lights of the city below, he jumps at the opportunity. He leans to the side a bit, placing a soft kiss on the shell of your ear, before using your sudden attention to him capture your lips softly. He runs a hand through your soft hair as you lean into him, a smile appearing on your face as he hums happily, your smaller fingers intertwining with his on the hood of the car.

Wataru: Definitely not his first kiss, this guy screams experience, hehe. He also screams possesiveness. Another jealous guy like Kyoichi, someone spectating a race at Taru's homecourse decided to flirt with what was his. He noticed pretty quickly, seeing you awkwardly sitting on the hood of his Levin as a guy continued complimenting you on your ride. As Wataru approached he could hear you trying to explain it was your boyfriend's car but telling the guy was like talking to a brickwall. When you noticed him stand next to you, he was focused on the guy bothering you, giving him an annoyed, "If you're done hitting up my girl, feel free to leave. Now, preferrably." Not bothering to give him anymore attention, Taru turns to you, lifting you off the hood, pressing a firm kiss to your lips and pulling away to wrap an arm around your waist as he walks you both away to the other side of the lot.

Nobuhiko: Definitely planned, it's in his nature. Most likely both of your first kisses. He sets up the whole day as a date, taking you to several places, some of which are new to you both, some are familiar, and by the end of the day he takes you to a local festival that takes place at evening and night time. Through the crowd of people you both find a quieter spot in the park, the fancy lights of the decorations and the whole set up has a calming, romantic air about it. You both sit under a big tree, unwinding from traversing through the crowd for a few minutes before you both meet each other's gaze. Time seems to slow down and you're both flicking your eyes between each other's lips and eyes before you're the first to lean in and he follows. The kiss is soft and loving, lasting for a few seconds but feels like minutes. You both pull away for some air and Nobu takes his glasses off before gently cupping your cheek and pulling you in for another kiss.

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I see you’ve written a fic for him before but I wanted to know your general thoughts on Bunta?

I barely remember my first impressions of Bunta, but I know I've always liked him. His cool, nonchalant, "I don't give a fuck" attitude was always kinda funny to me in a good way. I love how Yuichi is basically Bunta's version of Itsuki, and loves how Takumi improves in races and calls Bunta and he's all, "Yeah? Well obviously..?" like it's an automatic given to Bunta that his son would excel. Also the fact that he's always like "I'll always be better than Takumi" or anyone in terms of racing, like a humble bragging if that makes sense.

I also love the subtle fact that he always tweaks the 8-6 for Takumi and can easily pick up on what races he's about to partake in and knows exactly what to change the 8-6's settings to as if he already know how the opponents are gonna act and drive.

Like Takumi, I also found his cryptic advice frustrating but enjoyable at the same time. Like an anticipation for the viewers, but also gave us the same frustration he gave Takumi that it wasn't good advice if at all until later.

Of course, my favourite part of him is when he takes Yuichi for a drive and just wants to have a smoke. Bro gives zero shits that Yuichi is about to shit in his car from fear lmao. It's pretty much in that scene where we see just how similar Bunta and Takumi are. We see Itsuki and Iketani lose their shit when Takumi drives them around on Akina, and we're like, okay, sure, they're teens, they're gonna be crazy and dramatic with this stuff, then it goes to Bunta and Yuichi and it's the same thing just with older men. The mirroring of the two is funny.

I also love how we see him get softer on Takumi after the 8-6's engine blows, it shows that despite how cold and blunt he always seems on the outside, he's soft on the inside and does actually care.

On an ending note, this might be a hot take and I might sound like Natsuki on this, but I can see Bunta being a lowkey dilf. Nothing crazy, but I at least see it as he's a good looking dude for his age, and not going to the extent of Mercedes Man. Something about older guys who have that colder exterior with the 'i don't care' attitude topped off with the softer inside just hits man.

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Do you have any hc, thoughts or anything but with Takumi? Im so in love with him 😭😭😭 feed me please

This is a whole collage of anything that came to mind for me so it's quite a lot since I'm a sucker for detail, lol. Loved the idea Anon, hope you enjoy! Also thank you to @skeleton-beneath-this-skin with the brainstorming help! ❤️

As I've personally headcanoned in my fic with Bunta, I'm a firm believer that he scrunches and twitches his nose when concentrated.

He might also poke his tongue out as well and never realise it until someone points it out.

Probably ends up with chapped lips a lot and doesn't understand why they're dry all the time so he's constantly carrying a tube of chap stick in his pocket.

Honestly, I have no idea where, when, or how I've come to headcanon this, but for some reason I've always believed that if you tap on either one of his shins when he's zoned out/daydreaming, it'll wake him right up. Just woosh instantly pops him out of that state and he'll just look at you like 😳 h u h ?

You'd think with how he's zoned out all the time, he wouldn't be too smart a guy, HOWEVER!!

I definitely think he's smarter than the anime lets on, and I'm not talking about anything racing related as of right now.

Think about it, besties. High school sucks ass, right? All this crap you gotta force yourself to understand the concepts of, and most of it is probably not interesting in the slightest, which makes it even harder to comprehend.

Not to Takumi. Sure, he's not gonna be a genius with perfect grades, but he definitely passes all of his class with a B- or higher.

Tak barely has time to think, let alone overthink a concept of school material, so instead of trying to understand why it is the way that it is, he simply... does. He basically goes, "there is no think; only do."

He just copies what the teachers explain and it sticks. He doesn't think about it. Take math for example.

The teacher writes down a specific equation with specific numbers. Now, the assignment is the same equation, but different numbers. Some people, myself included, HATE this. It makes it feel like it's harder to solve it now and looks like a whole new equation.

Takumi however, just switches the numbers from whatever the teacher wrote, to the assignment's numbers and solves it no problem. Itsuki HATES him for that. Man's completely jealous.

It's the same with how Tak learned to drive manual and the 8-6. He didn't overthink the concept of why you need a clutch or why you need to shift gears and use the pedals in a specific order, he simply did it and didn't question it. The SpeedStars make fun of his simple mind, but oohhh how I envy it.

Onto the next topic. I feel like some of his pet peeves would be being called "Kumi" cause it sounds more feminine, but Tak and obviously his full name is fine.

Doesn't like the sound of dragging feet, i.e shoes dragging on pavement, but likes the crunchy sound of walking on loose pavement, i.e those little pebbles on the shoulder of the road. Oddly specific, but I see it in him.

Doesn't like his hair or head being overly touched unless it's with his S/O. Is fine with it if one of his buddies is trying to get something out of his hair that's stuck, but for anything else, leave his head alone.

Is probably clothing selective, thus why he tends to wear the same or very similar outfits a lot. Certain textures bother him, so a simple soft, cotton shirt like his usual white one is perfect for him and he probably bought a crap ton by the multi-packs. Same with his jeans or kahki-textured pants.

Loves the feeling of silk, hates velvet. He'd be on cloud 9 sleeping on silk bed sheets, but hand him a velvet blanket and the texture that isn't as smooth when you push it against its flow makes his skin crawl. Idk how else to explain it, but its like he's mostly fine with following the flow of the velvet like how an animal's fur coat flows one way, but as soon as he brushes his skin the opposite way against the flow, he's done for.

Moving on to more of his general likes and dislikes, he loves sour candy but can't handle too many sweet things. The sugar gives him teefie aches. 😔

Loves spicy food, can't handle hot food. Like that hot bean bun Itsuki gave him in early Stage 1 and he starts fucking dry heaving. 😀

With spicy food, he can probably handle a lot and call it mild. Seeing as wasabi is commonly used on the side with many foods in Japan, he probably loves to use a lot of it for taste as well as spice so if you're dating him and can't handle spice or wasabi well, you're gonna look at him like he's psychotic.

(Side note, I also headcanon this for Shingo. Something about Ratman tells me he could eat the spiciest curry or sushi or whatever and be like, "ehh, it tastes good, just ain't spicy enough." and shrug it off. Meanwhile you'd probably have a running nose and gone through a box of tissues. He could probably eat a single ghost pepper and either finally fucking die, or be like, "Hey! Finally something with the right amount of spice! 😀" He's annoyingly cute.)

Anyways, back to Takumi! I believe his favourite colour(s) would either be blue, green, and/or white.

His favourite meat is salmon, also loves fatty tuna when sushi restaurants get it in season. His favourite veggies are broccoli and carrots. I see him eating fried tofu, chicken and mixed veggies with rice a lot at home. Whatever they don't sell at the shop they probably make it for dinner to save money and food.

Loves raspberries and strawberries, can only eat a small handful of blueberries before he gets sick of the taste (same with black olives).

Likes Eurobeat, but doesn't blast it. I see him playing it lightly like Yuichi did in the car when he past Takumi in the first episode. Just simple background noise.

Probably likes the Move band as well that the anime plays a lot, so I see him liking a bit of pop music too. Not a fan of metal or rap but likes the occasional classical song. It just makes him more tired, honestly.

Loves tea and coffee, pretty much any kind. Occasionally partakes in a fruit smoothie or a soda but not often.

Also a water chugger. I see him always having a glass or bottle of water on his bed shelf for the middle of the night when the sudden witching hour thirst wakes him up.

On to what ya'll have probably been waiting for: Relationship HCs! (Once again thanking @skeleton-beneath-this-skin for this part of the brainstorming!)

Tak is great boyfriend material, however is probably too shy for anything PDA, but will make up for it in other ways!

I do, however, see him holding your hand in large places like a mall just incase he spaces out and accidently loses you!

His hold would transition to hooking his arm in yours or holding your waist if you both end up in a crowded area, so he can both see and feel that you're with him the whole time and you don't get separated.

He's a strong believer in the sidewalk rule without evening knowing that it exists. It's just a subconscious instinct for him to walk on the outer part of the sidewalk closer to the road and you on the inside.

He's a great person to vent out your emotions to!!

If you're at his place or yours in either of your rooms and you had a bad day, he'd pick up on it easily through your body language before you even get a word out. If you're the type to go silent when things bother you, he'd notice easily since you're not your talkative self like you usually are with him.

If you ask him if you can just vent for a few minutes, he'd nod with a hum, getting himself comfy on the bed and leaning back against the wall.

Crossing his legs, he'd motion for you to sit on his lap, and help you wrap you legs around his waist as you lean into his chest. He'd rub your back and hair as you vent, and if he had an okayish or worse day as well, the rubs actually help him calm down too.

He ends up distracting himself with the motions, and feeling you on top of him is like a weighted blanket, simply bringing further comfort knowing you're here with him.

He will most likely zone out while you're venting, absentmindedly nodding along to your background voice. If you're used to this behaviour of his, this can work out great and here's a few reasons.

Firstly, he won't give you advice or solutions that you don't want if he's not listening to begin with lol.

Secondly, you're venting just to vent and get it off your chest with no judgement. Thus, literally talking TO him like a wall, helps more than keeping it bottled inside and talking about it to yourself in your head, whether he hears it or not.

Lastly, his calm demeanor ends up helping to calm you down faster as well, the more you talk and the more he rubs soothing patterns and pressure into your back, arms, hair, etc.

Another big part of your relationship with Takumi is napping.

Hell yeah, imagine taking a fat ass nap with the King of Sleep. ✋🏻😌

Especially if he's in those silk sheets from earlier, ya'll are goooooone. Out.

Imagine being in bed with him in the winter time, under some soft and comfy blankets, maybe even a heated one. Cold pillows under your head and you're nuzzled up against Takumi and your pillow in that specific position that has you tapping out instantly. Ugfhhh... THE DREAM.

Next up, him driving with you in the 8-6. Certified passenger princess in the famous Trueno. Always kicks Itsuki to the back seat. If he keeps complaining like that, he's gonna toss him in the hatch next like he's a crate of tofu.

Doesn't mind if you sit or lean on the car, he knows you're gentle with his baby and his eyes always fall back on you when you're on it with a blush.

Silently relishes in the fact you're dedicated to be at every race he's in, always looking back at you before he takes off down the pass, ensuring you're the last person he sees before he drives off.

If you're dead set on being there for his Project. D travels, he'll tell you, you don't need to go every time, and he understands if one of their stops is too far and late at night for you.

Will be happy and feel bad at the same time if you do attend somewhere far and ride with him in the 8-6, meaning you're gonna be stuck there with them until they leave, instead of bringing your own car and being able to go home if you need or want to.

If you've got an adventurous personality and travel with him a lot for Project. D, and even before, he'd like to drive you around to places you want to visit, shops, onsens, restaurants and the like.

I don't see it happening all the time, but it may be a tad more frequent during Project. D, but he's still kinda a broke teenager, especially after Bunta used all his money for the new engine, so I don't see him wanting to splurge a lot.

Personally, if it were my idea to go places that require spending money, I have the full intention of buying things myself, and at the very least my half of the restaurant bills.

If anyone agrees to this or does the same, Takumi would feel like he got a mountain lifted off of him lol. Poor boy would be hella worried about going out so much.

Of course, if he ever had the idea to take you places, it would be a vice versa scenario and he'd pay for it all, of course.

On to holidays, I see him enjoying them more once you come into his life. It was said in the show that he and his dad didn't celebrate Christmas since he didn't have a mom or see extended family, so he wouldn't get more into it until the season comes around and sees how excited you are for it.

Same with other holidays, he'd get into some simple aspects of Valentine's Day, get you chocolates, a plushie of your favourite animal, and maybe a little dinner somewhere.

He'd like Halloween too, but dress up minimally if at all, rather enjoying seeing you all dressed up and going the whole nine yards. He would wear matching outfits for you if you asked him to, though.

Overall, Takumi would be a really great boyfriend. Definitely husband material.

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If you have time could you do headcanons for what it’s like to sleep together with the racers? Like who hogs the blanket, talks in his sleep, cuddles the whole night, etc?

• All Initial D Male and Female Characters • Word Count: 3,039. • Synopsis: In which you learn the ups and down of sleeping with street racers. • Note: Thank you Anon, I loved this one! Never thought about what it'd be like in detail to sleep with these guys, hehe!

Keisuke: A blanket AND bed hogger. Since he’s used to sleeping in the middle of his old twin sized bed, he’d have the die-hard habit. I see sleeping with him going several different ways depending on who is in bed first, and if you go together.

You go to bed first. Since he’s a night owl with racing he doesn’t normally get to bed until the twilight hours. So, if he comes home to you already asleep, he’ll weasel himself into bed quietly and even readjust the blankets for you so your covered comfortably and they aren’t all crinkled up. He’d snuggle up into you, spooning you at first since you’re already nice and warm. He falls asleep quicker that way, and this is where the “fun” begins. At least an hour into him falling asleep, he’ll start rolling around and adjusting positions, so you can bet his legs get tangled in the blankets and take it all with him. Your sleeping self most likely won’t notice until you get woken up from being cold or feeling him practically wrestle around in his sleep and accidently kick you in the leg.

He goes to bed first. In the rare chance he’s in bed and asleep before you, he’s already got the blankets scrunched up and he’s in the middle of the bed. I see him laying on his back, his arms are spread out and one of them curls back in so his head is leaning against his hand, kind of like a flexing pose (like that meme of the guy who’s sleeping like a medieval portrait of a damsel in distress). His legs are spread and one is bent at the knee, blanket wrapped around them as well. I imagine him as a heavy sleeper, and since he goes to bed so late from racing, he just taps out from exhaustion the second his head hits the pillow. Thus, you could practically wrestle the blankets from him to readjust it how it should be and he won’t even budge. He’ll mumble something at most or sigh and that’s about it. By the time you get into bed you’d either try to push him to his side, or just curl up into him like he does to you since that spot and him are already warm.

You both go to bed together. He loves to cuddle somehow. Whether its spooning you, or having you lay your head on his chest, or lay entirely on top of him for a bit, he’s happy. I see him wanting you to lay completely on top of him if he had a stressful night of racing, and your weight would imitate a weighted blanket to him so it’d help calm and relax him. I don’t see this as a comfortable falling asleep position on your part, so when you feel ready to tap out, you’d just slide off him and either cuddle into his side or have your own space. Hopefully you fall asleep before him otherwise you’ll be up for a while fighting for your blanket rights.

Ryosuke: Actually stays on his side, god bless. Doesn’t move a lot when asleep, but he’ll roll over, adjust his arms and legs a bit while awake trying to find that comfortable spot and position that just taps him out. Is quiet as well, no snoring or talking. He’ll occasionally sigh deeply, but it isn’t normally loud enough to wake you. Enjoys light cuddling with you on his side, head on his chest, as he gently rubs his hand up and down your back or side. I see two ways of sleeping with him.

His bad habit of overworking and overthinking keeps him up at night, making it take forever for him to fall asleep. If you both go to bed together, you’ll most likely fall asleep before he does, but I also see him as a sigher when he can’t fall asleep. It’s frustrating when your mind won’t shut off when it’s time to sleep. If he starts the sighing while you’re still awake, it’ll probably take you a while to tap out as well now. You could try asking him what’s on his mind, but be ready for an infodump. Hopefully, getting that off his chest and even talking it out will help him figure out his solutions that he can be satisfied with until tomorrow and he falls asleep fine after. Another snippet is if you do fall asleep even before or during his sighing, he’ll decide to just observe your sleeping form if there’s enough light in the room to make out your features. It helps distract him from his thoughts when he’s focused on you. If he can’t see you, he’ll brush his fingers along your neck, arms, waist, and hips, mentally mapping your form with his eyes closed until he falls asleep that way.

Like Keisuke, he’ll probably fall asleep quickly after a late night out on the mountains. If he does this, he’ll at least pull you to him so you’re spooned before he taps out. Likes to have your head in line with his chest, even if your back is to him. Has to have that space to breathe in the cold A/C air, or just have his nose be unobstructed by something that cuts of the airflow if that makes sense.

Takumi: Stomach sleeper hands down. The episode where his dad wakes him up, and he’s on stomach only reinforces that idea and he sleeps like that a lot. He won’t snore unless his neck is craned in a weird way that obstructs his airflow; breathes through his nose too. Since he’s on his stomach a lot, he doesn’t move around much except for a big of leg adjusting and maybe his arms a tad, so I can’t imagine he’s a blanket hogger or tangler. Will fall asleep hella quick if he lays his head on your chest or stomach, an arm wrapped around you and his hand splayed across your back. If his hand makes your back uncomfy, he’ll hold your waist, occasionally giving it little comforting squeezes. He probably had a stuffed animal as a kid and would squeeze it periodically to help him fall asleep, so the habit continued on with you. If you rub his head, shoulders or back with him on you like this, he’s out in record time. Gives pleased hums and little sighs, definitely falls asleep with a little smile on his face. Adorable baby boy.

Takeshi: Back sleeper. I envision him having a sore back after work so it helps him get rid of the pain when his back is straight and flat against the bed. He might sleep on his side occasionally if he’s got no pain, but he’ll probably wake up with a wee bit of soreness cause his spine was curved or he ended up moving to a weird side position for too long. Is also quiet for the most part, but will snore if his neck is craned weird like Takumi. I feel like he’d also twitch in his sleep when dreaming. Like his dreams would be hella vivid, his emotions feel real too so he starts physically moving a bit, most likely just his fingers or little nose twitches, furrowed brows etc. On rare occasion will he mumble or talk, again probably from a dream. A huge cuddler as well. He’s also your personal heater. Doesn’t hog the blankets at all because he’s so warm, but still needs a cover of some kind to be comfortable enough to sleep in. Prefers to have you curled up on his side, head on his arm or chest since he’s a back sleeper. If he ends up on his side, he’ll spoon you as well and nuzzle his nose into your neck, possibly even hang his leg over yours, or vice versa. Doesn’t normally have trouble falling asleep, even after a stressful race. He probably clocks out when he gets home and just wants to forget about it so he doesn’t tend to overthink things or have a hyper brain at night.

Shingo: Sleeps in pretty much any position, doesn’t care. As long as whatever he’s sleeping on is comfortable, he’s good. He’s definitely slept in the EG before so if he can sleep in that, practically anywhere is good for him. Since he’s pretty skinny, I imagine he’s kinda flexible and nimble enough to sleep in weird positions and it doesn’t really affect him when he wakes up. Like if he’s on his side, he’d probably have his hips leaning forward or something with his legs more in front of him so he’s twisted at the waist/hips but won’t wake up with any soreness or pain. In terms of cuddling, he’s more of a switch. Likes to have you on him, on his side, spooned, whatever, but also likes laying on your chest/stomach, or being spooned in a way where he’s on his back, and you’re latched onto his side like a leech, legs wrapped around his hips/legs and arms hugging his chest with your head on his bicep or in the crook of his neck. The only noise he really makes is, instead of sighing like normal, he’ll kind of hum instead? Such as if he sighs out, it’ll come out as a low, “mmmm” like a quiet microwave lmao. With his voice being naturally nasally, he doesn’t make those nose whistle sounds in his sleep unless he’s sick. He’ll do the same if he makes a big adjustment, such as rolling over to his other side, or from his back to his stomach, vice versa. Sometimes hogs the blankets if he moves into a weird position. Will sometimes sleep in an L shape with his legs straight out in front of him so if he does that facing away from you, the blankets are his unless he moves smoothly enough that they don’t move.

Itsuki: Is as loud in his sleep as he is when awake. Good luck, besties. Definitely a mouth breather and snores. It gets worse cause his mouth will dry out quicker so when his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth its like a fuckin megaphone was put in front of him. Complains about being too cold or too hot, so it could be 50/50 for the blanket war. Will cuddle if given the chance but has a vice grip, so again, good luck getting out of that.

Iketani: Is usually pretty warm, so he’s only half covered by blankets; doesn’t hog them much either. His snoring is on and off. Breathes through his nose, mouth closed, but still snores anyway. Only stops when he moves positions and typically is quiet when on his back. Likes to cuddle when awake but he’ll eventually turn away from you after he’s asleep. If he wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes you’re not there, he’ll pat around till he finds you and goes back to cuddling before sleeping again.

Kenji: Is concerningly quiet and still. Once he gets comfy, he’s in that position for nearly the whole night. His breathing gets really shallow and slow once asleep so it sometimes spooks you and you have check if he’s even alive. Since he breathes every few seconds with a pause in between each exhale, you have to check his pulse or listen for his heartbeat. Likes to cuddle on you most. The usual head on your chest, shoulder, or stomach is his go-to. Like Iketani, once asleep he tends to separate from you and then doesn’t move after that. Not a blanket hog, but he probably takes up bed space and weasels a bit into your side.

Kenta: Not a huge sleep or bedtime cuddler. Prefers to do that during the day. He’s also a back and stomach sleeper. Only time he goes onto his side is to flip over. If you want cuddles at night, you’ll have to do it after he’s asleep and weasel yourself under his arm if he’s on his back. A bit of a sigher, but doesn’t snore. Since his voice is nasally like Shingo, he’s probably got a stuffed nose most of the time, so when he sleeps his breathing makes those little whistling sounds through his nose.

Kyoichi: Also concerningly quiet. Doesn’t make noise unless he’s sick, feel like he’d snore when sick as well. Definitely see him as a back sleeper and a personal furnace. Doesn’t consider himself a cuddler, but after being with you for so long, it’s become a sleeping ritual to have you pressed against his side/chest in order to even fall asleep. Like Kenji, if you get concerned about his status of life, you can either check his pulse, heartbeat, or simply put a hand on his chest since he does take in full breaths, it’s easy to feel, he’s just quiet about it. Is a heavy ass sleeper too. Once he taps out, nothing is waking his ass up except his internal alarm clock for when morning comes. Occasionally moves around too, but you don’t normally have to fight for the blankets, thank God.

Rin: Snores lightly, but rhythmically. It’s the same sound, length, and volume, so it turns into background noise for you quite easily after being with him for a while. Loves spooning you and with you facing him so you can kinda hug him back, or at least nuzzle your arms in between both your chests and feel your forehead against him. Actually, has to wrestle the blankets from you since he runs cold. When you get nuzzled up to be spooned, you form fit the blanket around you and the blanket acts as a barrier between your body and his even though your pressed against each other.

Go: Snores like his brother, but its erratically. The sound and volume aren’t the issue, the inconsistency of his snores is unsatisfying and annoying when you can’t get the pattern to fall asleep to. As always, he likes boobs, so he’s gonna use yours as pillows. If you don’t move away once asleep, he’ll stay in that position the whole night. He’s a normal temperature so blanket wars aren’t an issue with him. Mumbles in his sleep quite a lot actually, and you can even have a conversation with him, but his mumbles are damn near incoherent so you just have to make up a conversation with him, ask questions, make jokes, spill the tea, and he’ll respond in some way. It’s pretty funny even if you don’t know what he’s saying.

Wataru: Oddly possessive in his sleep. Cuddles the whole night, will not let you go. Needs to have some kind of point of contact with you even if its just a knee on your leg, hand on your arm, or something simple. Prefers having more of you on him, though. Like Shingo, he’s mostly quietly but he hums in place of his sighs. With his voice being deeper than Shin’s, it somehow sounds more lulling if you’re still awake, like that deep hum that just makes you feel safe, comfortable, and even though he’s always pressed up on you, reassured that your man’s always there. Because there’s that reassurance and his possessive sleep nature, I feel like he’s a light sleeper. The kind of light sleeper that’s usually tired all the time, but it’s his normal and if he hears a noise that’s not usually in the room or house, something that isn’t background noise, he’ll wake up and just lay there listening for anything for a few minutes before falling back asleep if he deems there’s no threat.

Nobuhiko: As sweet as he is, I somehow see him as not a cuddler at all. Like he needs his space in order to fall asleep and does so facing away from you. Most likely a habit of falling asleep on a specific side and if you’re on the side of the bed that has him facing away from you, that’s just how its gonna be. He kinda hogs the blankets, but he also wakes up a few times a night for some reason and when he does wake up, he’ll readjust them over the bed and you before tapping back out. I see him as being a quiet guy too, so it’s easy to stay asleep with him.

Mako: Full on cuddler, but poor girl never got the chance to cuddle with anyone until she dates you. Due to the lack of physical affection, she’s a leech. Will stay cuddled up with you the whole night and is a quiet sleeper. She’ll occasionally let out light sighs, but they’re so quiet and cute it can’t possibly bother anyone. Blanket wars hardly exist since she’s stuck on you the whole time and if she does move, she just glides under the covers so they stay in place.

Sayuki: Needs to spread out, starfish style. Kinda sporadic when it comes to sleeping, she’s everchanging. Can fall asleep anyplace, anywhere like Shin as long as she has room to spread out. Will throw her leg over your or even weasel it under if its in her way lol. Same with her arms, she’s probably clocked you in the head a few times if she rolls over or goes to move it and it just kinda flings over. Moves a lot in her sleep so good luck getting those blankets back. Probably has dreams where she’s navigating Usui for Mako and ends up talking about the pass in her sleep about whatever Dream Mako has to avoid, how tight a corner to take, etc.

Kyoko: Also a huge cuddler. She probably mumbles mechanic stuff in her sleep, seeing as that’s her job. If you ask her about it the next morning, she’ll most likely remember her dreams, but be discombobulated about if it was real or not and what day it took place. But she could tell you fairly well what she was talking about, fixing, etc. Doesn’t move much unless she’s having a racing dream, her hand probably twitches when she’s dreaming of shifting gears.

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Scarlet Talks

Links to small blurbs and asks I've answered. It's not much, just some explanations, opinions, and personal headcanons or actual canon things about the characters that stand out to me or my lovely askers! [Mainly for me, just so I can easily come back to these if I'm need of ideas for specific things lol.]

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Takumi Headcanons

Kenji Sleeping Like the Dead

Lightweight Shingo

The Guys and Car Sex

The Guys Challenging Their Crush to a Race

Why Takeshi is My Favourite

My First Impression of Shingo

General Thoughts on Bunta

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Hcs for taking the boys lingerie shopping? Would they tell you their favorite pieces on you, help you decide between sets, etc!

Initial D Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping

• All Initial D Male Characters • Word Count: 1,754. • Synopsis: In which the boys' help you pick out lingerie and give their inputs and reactions to the pieces and sets. • Note: Thank you for the idea Anon, this was a fun lil' snippet!

• Keisuke: Would be flustered at first when you both enter the store, even if it was his idea to take you. He’d shadow you at first, looking kind of shy and out of place as you look around at the sets and pieces. After a few minutes he’ll get more comfortable and glance around, his eyes no doubt landing on a yellow set and nudging your arm then pointing at it hanging on the wall. You’d giggle a bit, not being surprised he’d want you dressed the same as his beloved FD. After finding a few more pieces and sets for yourself, along with the few he’d bring you some of different colours and two more yellows, you’d try them on, pulling back the curtain to show it off with a spin and watch his reactions. Saying he loves you in all of them and can’t decide he’d shrug and tell you to just let him buy them all, but you weren’t having that; far too expensive. He’d sigh and end up narrowing it down to the top three, one colour and pattern loved by you, another you both agreed on, and obviously the first yellow one he set eyes on.

• Ryosuke: It’d be your idea to take him shopping but not tell him where it was you wanted to take him. However, he was pleasantly surprised at your choice, choosing to indulge himself in a rare time. The pieces and sets he’d look around for were more of a classical style, covering more yet still accentuating your form deliciously. He seemed to favour the colours of Black, blue and white, with the occasional red, no doubt taking on a similar style of his own clothes. Getting to watch you try on dozens of pieces, mix matching the colours to see what blend nicely, along with the few sets you both picked out was the highlight of his day. Unlike his brother, he was much more lenient, not taking no as answer from you, and buying the few you liked most along with a few of his own choices.

• Takumi: Oh, this boy is mad blushing. Obviously, it was your idea to walk into the store as you both wandered through a mall, dragging poor Takumi in by the arm. Once he realized what store he was in, he practically froze in place. You giggled, tugging on his arm and taking him to one of the walls to look around, as Takumi watched the floor, cheeks red and hands in his pockets to avoid touching anything. Once he heard you hum with mischief, he looked up, curiosity taking over as he saw you holding up two separate pieces, the top half white, and the bottoms black. “Yeah, I think this is it, how about you, Tak?” you’d ask and he’d instantly scratch the back of his head, looking at the ceiling. Knowing his unspoken answer, you took him to one of the changing rooms before showing it to him, the poor boy choking on his water from squeezing the bottle too hard once you yanked back the curtain.

• Takeshi: (#TedTalk incoming) Oh man where to start… I feel like it’d be his idea to take you if he’s feeling particularly bold or more in the mood than usual, but then your idea if you felt like spoiling him with an extra treat on yourself or to surprise him and watch him blush and stutter a bit. Obviously, he’d lean towards anything black or red. Black with red accents, even. He’d take longer than the other guys to look at the details and patterns, the shapes of the individual pieces and sets, imagining them on you to try and save you time from putting them all on. Takeshi was most definitely imagining those same sets and pieces on you while you sat all pretty on his Skyline. He was glad he decided to wear baggier pants than usual today, too. He’s also the kind of guy who wants the perfect outfit for his perfect girl, so he’d take this shopping trip seriously. You notice that if he’s staring at something for longer than a glance and then leaving to check other outfits out, you’d grab it without him noticing. In the end, you’d have dozens of sets and pieces to try on, but not minding the time it takes one bit due to the delicious reactions he’s giving you every time you pull back that curtain. Takeshi would nod approvingly to nearly everything you wore, leaving you to have to narrow it down so it wasn’t a financial crisis in the end. You’d also let him pick out the few he loved most as well, that being the main reason you and/or him walked into the store in the first place.

• Shingo: This man is straight reveling at the sight before him. You’d have to stop him from grabbing every single red set and piece he lays eyes on. His constant giggling and shit eating grins, going along with his dirty comments quickly driving you up a wall. It was quite literally like taking a sugar high and addicted child into a candy store. Telling him to calm down and stop grabbing everything, you limited it to three sets, or two pieces to make a set, is what you’d told him. Eventually, he’d tone it down, settling on a deep red set that was quite revealing, two pieces that were black and red on both top and bottom, you chose the top while he insisted on the bottom, and you picked out the last piece/set on your own, though he had no qualms, seeing you in anything was enough to turn him on.

• Itsuki: Uhhh, yeah, I don’t know, besties. I see it being his idea and him being all confident talking about it, but once he walks in and sees the vast options, the mannequins, the more revealing ones, etc. he’s having a severe nose bleed and has probably passed out by now. I guess that means no shopping if he isn’t awake to look at them, right?

• Iketani: Kinda the same as Itsuki, but he at least holds it together better, and lets you do the shopping. He feels that it should be you getting what you like best and what makes you feel confident and good looking, over what he wants. If you ask his opinions on some though, he’ll give you honest answers, most of them being positive and even saying he likes some of the ones you’ve picked out, where as his honesty for less positive comments would be more on the colours just not resonating with him, and maybe the patterns. Otherwise, he’s extremely supportive and just happy to be there and see you try stuff on!

• Kenji: Also, a nose bleed, but he stays awake. Like Iketani I see him being happy with whatever you want to get for yourself, just counting himself lucky to also see you in sexy outfits and getting to help you look around and find something you’d like. He was ecstatic when you loved the white one that he picked out, lowkey wanting to see you match his 180.

• Kenta: “Orange.” It was the first thing he told you when you both walked past the entrance to the shop. You looked at him with a confused “Huh?” and he repeated himself. “Orange. You’d look hot as hell in orange. And of course, whatever other colour you wanna get, y’know?” he’d scratch his cheek sheepishly, stuttering a bit. With a small eyeroll and smile you told him he could go look for some orange sets and pieces, to which he happily set off on his quest. He’d be pretty much happy with anything you got, not being able to wait to see how hot you’d look posing on his car.

• Kyoichi: Black for sure. Like every other guy in this list and the last few below him, his first choice is always the colour of his Evo. He’d also like a deep ruby red, and like Ryosuke, would try to help you find something with a regal, almost prestigious shape, pattern, and appearance. Something worthy of an Empress.

• Rin: I see Rin liking black, along with some purples, whether it’s completely purple or its an accent colour, or purple with black accents, he’s pretty satisfied. He’d also like to see you get what you feel great in, not being a picky guy so much with patterns and the shape of the pieces. If you manage to find a black one with little skull or chain patterns to match his belt chain, or darker Shinigami personality, he’d revel in the sight.

• Go: This man wants to see as much boob as he can, along with you being covered in red. In my other headcanon of the guys’ favourite body parts, I saw Go as a tits man and it still stands. The nice soft curve of the cleavage and top of your boobs all circular and smooth has this man praying on his knees, for real. If you were also specifically wanting a red set or pieces, he’d make it a mission to find the perfect ones and try to weasel himself into trying to help you put the pieces on in the dressing room, which wouldn’t work, of course.

• Wataru: I see him being a little shy about it, but inevitably liking the white and black piece mix match like Takumi, but would also try to find you maybe more earthy colours, like greens or blues? I feel he would have a thing for purples, like a violet or deep and vibrant shade of purple. The styles and colours he’d help pick out would be a refreshing variety, something to see what colour resonates with you best once you actually get to try them all on and see his reactions. He’d stand just across your changing room, hands on his hips casually or arms crossed only to drop them along with his jaw when you present yourself.

• Nobuhiko: This smart guy would pick up on how the few pieces you’ve gathered are the same colour as his glasses. You might even try to find some shades of silver close to his Altezza. Nobu, being a very respectful man, he’d lean more towards the sets and pieces that cover more, but have small gaps to show skin within the patterns so they can be seen more clear against your skintone.

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Shingo Shoji - Love Killer

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 12,470. • Synopsis: In which Shingo is shown the love he deserves and Takeshi fookin' learns that no one gets between Shoji and his girl. • Note: Finally back in the Initial D game, here's my first big comeback in over FOUR years. More importantly, my fanfic partner in crime, DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity on AO3 deserves a HUGE fucking shoutout for helping me beyond all rational reason with the ideas for this fic and my soon to come future ones as well. The sheer amount of hate fuck love she's got for this beaked nose MF is truly fascinating along with her own fics. Thank you bestie for the inspiration and getting my motivation back to write for this severely underrated fandom! <3

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The NightKids were sitting in a booth at the local late-night restaurant they frequented. Shingo took the spot closest to the window, being able to hang an arm over the ledge of the windowsill and set his knee on the booth to sit angular like he usually does. Takeshi sat directly across from him, the rest of the group taking the outer spots. 

As the other members of the team ordered some coffees for everyone, one of them brought up the topic of what they think is going to happen at the race they’re attending tonight. As the NightKids top two racers sipped their caffeine in relative peace, one of them looked to Shingo. 

“Say, man, you’ve been teaching your girl how to drive with the gumtape right? How’s she doing with it?” 

“Pretty well. She’s at least used to the layout of FFs so adjusting to the tape and only steering at high speeds with one hand is about the only thing she’s got some resistance to. She’s also got some hesitance on the left foot braking, so she’s been going up to Myogi damn near every night just to drive around and get used to that before anything else.” His voice kept its usual raspy, hoarseness to it, almost retaining the snarky-ness as well, but if one were to listen hard enough, they’d pick up on traces of sincerity and genuine pride. 

He wouldn’t go into further detail about the way she’s had quite a few instances of slowing down too much before a turn and getting spooked about losing control too easily, especially in her boyfriend’s car. He’d always watch her movements and when she’d tense her arms before a turn, he’d lightly place his right hand on the wheel as she turned, helping her make it through and add slight pressure to turn the wheel either further in or out depending on what was needed. After successfully making it through a turn he’d go back to rest his head on his hand that was leant against the passenger door as he continued to watch her. Shingo would give little compliments on something she aced or her smooth shifting and braking along with his occasional interjections of advice on what to do or how to handle something coming up. 

He wasn’t going to throw her into the fray of learning something as dangerous as gumtape driving by wrapping her whole hand. He started very small, simply wrapping the tape around the wheel and her hand once then again to have one layer of tape around her wrist. It gave her enough pressure to not move her hand away but was also light enough to pull away with enough force if needed suddenly. 

The day she asked him to teach her how to do it even after his self-induced wreck with the 8-6 made him feel something inside. Something... warm. He felt needed at that moment. He had enough trouble dealing with and trying to come to terms with himself in things he couldn’t control. The way he’d get made fun of in school for his allergies, his voice, appearance, and especially his nose made him grow up bitter and spiteful. 

Somewhere, somehow, fate decided to throw (Y/N) his way. He could remember the night she asked if he was single and wanted to go on a date as vividly as if he was re-living that moment a year and a half ago. He still felt bad about giving her some attitude, accepting with, “Fine, but don’t expect much out of it.” She still left with a smile that night. 

The day of their date, he stared at himself in the mirror for hours. He couldn’t decide how to style his hair or if it was better to just leave it messy. He never had the right clothes for something remotely nice. Just plain t-shirts, baggy pants and hoodies. He hated himself so much that day he almost skipped the date. But the want - the need to have someone next to him - won that war and he showed up fifteen minutes late. Luckily, she was still there. He found her sitting near the window of the restaurant she mentioned, sipping her drink so prettily. He could see her red lipstick from the car and was even more captivated when he walked in, seeing the deep red dress she wore, black heels to match. 

God, she was gorgeous, he thought. What chance did he have to score her? When she laid eyes on his form approaching, dressed in black, the only shade of red to be found on him was the laces of his shoes and his ears which were hidden under his hair (to his luck). She greeted him with a smile as if he wasn’t late at all. She complimented his outfit choice along with his tousled hair, from a previous small breakdown, saying he had that bad boy look going on and she dug it. He kept his usual tough attitude, replying that it wasn’t anything special and tried to play it off. He cussed himself out mentally, calling himself an idiot for being rude and thinking this was the start and end to the happiness he could have had. Instead, she simply giggled and nodded, changing the topic to ask about his car and his racing team. 

With that, their date flew by, and he found himself impressed with her car knowledge and the fact she wanted a Civic of her own and was looking at her options for different models. He found himself rambling on about his car and his skills and she listened with interest, leaning forward slightly as she munched on her food. Nodding along with him occasionally, she’d mention things she wanted to learn once she gets her car and get good enough to join a team. “Maybe good enough to snag a place on yours?” she’d questioned with a giggle. 

During their time that night Shingo hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long while. About halfway through the time they spent at the restaurant he got a sense that she wasn’t judging him or trying to dig into him for information that he didn’t want to give. It was nice for a change. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when she kept asking if she could at least pay for her half of the bill, or at least pay him back. All Shingo replied with as he put the cash on the tray and met her eyes was, “Just be quiet and look pretty.” He let out a small, amused hum when she cut herself off, blushing at his words and avoiding his gaze. 

Shingo offered to drive her home to which she gladly accepted, wanting to see what it was like inside of his car. She admired the way he glided smoothly through gears and steered as if the car was an extension of himself. Completely in tune. The rumble of the engine and exhaust created a calming background noise. Her attempts at subtly looking over at him were mediocre at best. Always turning her head slightly to get a better look at him was easily noticed. 

He didn’t want to say anything, however. It felt nice that someone wanted to look at him for more than just conversation. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was also looking to gauge if she truly liked him or not. Sure, she was looking at him all night while they talked, but now that he had to focus more on driving, she could think about that option with a side profile of himself. 

What he didn’t know however was the fact she was admiring how he was both cute and hot with that curved nose of his. The way it smoothly and subtly curved outward, the thinness of it made it appear more beaked. It was cute watching him scrunch his nose while he talked about something that annoyed him, like the leader of his team. It fit him so well, along with the small upward curve at the outside corners of his eyes. It gave them the illusion of being permanently half-lidded, as if he was always glaring, annoyed, or tired. 

Minutes later, he pulled onto the shoulder of the road in front of her house. She gathered her bag and opened the door before turning towards him. “Thank you for tonight, you were great.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lower bridge of his nose, just above the tip before hopping out of the car and quickly heading inside, cheeks red. Shingo sat there for a solid minute, stunned by her small action. He could feel heat where her lips were for only a split second and lightly rubbed at that spot, before shaking his head and pulling back onto the road. His face felt like it was on fire and the quick image of her kissing his nose replayed in his mind the whole way home. 

Shingo snaps out of his daydream when he hears snapping in front of him, locking eyes with the guy next to him. “You good, man? Spaced out for a solid couple minutes there.” 

“Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’.” He waved him off, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “Y’all wanna head out or what?” He threw back the rest of the coffee like he was taking a shot of alcohol, looking ready to leave. Everyone nodded in agreement, leaving their share of the payment before returning to their cars. Eventually reaching the top of Myogi, passing through dozens of spectators, Shingo pulled away from his team’s single-file line after finding his girlfriend’s black EG6 and parking next to it. 

He caught her talking with her best friend near the vending machine, both laughing and making hand gestures about whatever it was they were likely gossiping about while sipping on canned coffee. He noticed Takeshi walking over to the two girls, seeing as he parked closest to them. They appeared to be greeting him nicely, her friend waving and (Y/N) giving him a nod. 

The way Nakazato seemed to be focusing his attention on Shingo’s girl more over her friend was starting to piss him off. As if Shingo and Takeshi didn’t have enough beef with each other, now the guy wanted to chat up his girlfriend like the most casual thing in the world? Shingo was always the one who would watch how girls admired him like he was as big a hotshot as Ryosuke and Keisuke Takahashi. They’d watch him with hearts in their eyes and if any even tried to talk to him he’d always be polite about it. That only made the girls fall for him more and act like they made a fan club in Takeshi’s name. 

They put him on such a high pedestal that it left Shingo feeling like he was at the bottom of the totem pole, despite being the NightKids second best racer. All the time and effort he had to dedicate, the sweat and blood he put into perfecting his techniques felt like jack shit compared to the way people admired and complimented Takeshi. Even guys respected Nakazato’s skill and the only things people would spread about Shingo was his deadly driving style, which he loved as it gave him an intimidating aura, then to a laughingstock after his loss with the 8-6. It was back to square one with the name calling, the jokes, the insults, all of it. Even after Takeshi lost to the 8-6, it was spread around that the Black Lightning of Myogi lost to an 80’s Corolla, but he was still deemed as an excellent driver and had people surprised someone as good as Takeshi could lose. 

Shingo, though? Almost everyone had their bets on the 8-6. 

The only person who truly backed him was his girl. The night before that race they had lied in bed together and she brought up all the ideas she could to help him put together strategies if his main one didn’t work. The frequent accentuations of telling him to be careful with the gumtape and to memorize the pass for less of a chance of a fuck up. 

He thought back to that race as he sat on the hood of his car, his eyes still trained on Takeshi and (Y/N) a distance away but turning into a zoned-out expression. 

All she ever did was look out for him, help him with ways to improve and get better. And what did he do? Rammed himself into a guardrail like an idiot. He didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him after he wrecked and the Trueno continued onward. When he saw the headlights of Iketani’s S13 turn around the corner, and the SpeedStars rushing to check on him, Shingo felt pathetic. He had never been so embarrassed or ashamed in his life and it was his own fault. The humiliation was extraordinary. 

He didn’t have the nerve to look them in the eyes after talking such a big game about beating the 8-6. With how forgiving Iketani and his team were about taking him to the hospital and explaining that it’s the racer’s code to look out for one another, opponent or not, Shingo only thought of how disappointed and livid (Y/N) was going to be if she heard about it. When she heard about it. He couldn’t keep it from her. He didn’t want her hearing about his fuck up through rumours and other people’s words. She deserved to hear it from him straight up. 

Holding his wrist in pain, he looked out at the city beyond the pass, asking Iketani to “make a call on one of their cells real quick.” Kenji handed him a phone and he dialed her number. 

She couldn’t make it to his race because she had gone to visit family after not seeing them for some time and they planned a gathering. He understood completely. He may have been somewhat jealous she had as loving a family as she did, but when she introduced him to them, they treated him like one of their own. Sure, his parents were fine and treated him right, but he noticed that Western families show more love and appreciation for one another, and their children more than Japanese families do. They outwardly say “I love you” to her, meanwhile his parents never did, but still showed their affection and love in different, smaller ways. Still, it never felt thorough to Shingo. 

With each ring of the phone as he waited for her pick up, his dread rose even further until it cut off and she answered with a slightly confused “Hello?” 

“Hey, babe… it’s me.” He said somewhat quietly, facing away from the other guys, even though they gave him space to talk privately. “You okay? Did something happen?” He let out a short breath through his nose, the smallest of smiles on his face knowing she could see, and hear, right through him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright pretty much. Race didn’t end well and I… I uh wrecked. A bit.” His face, red as his Civic and hot in shame, his eyes diverting to the road. 

“What? How? What happened? Are you hurt?” she questioned quickly, not waiting for a reply as she grabbed her car keys, and he could hear them on the other end of the phone. 

“Baby, it’s okay, you don’t need to come over here, I just fucked up my wrist a bit. I just… didn’t want you to find out from other people spreading rumours and shit. Felt like you deserve to know right away.” His voice held a sad, depressive tone, his eyes falling on the beat up Civic not even ten feet away. Shingo was terrified that if she saw his car and knew it was his fault that he wanted to play dirty, he’d lose her in an instant. Everything they had - he had - would be gone in moments and he’d be alone again. 

“You still on Akina?” She asked, some metal sounds clanking in the background of the phone and some voices he couldn’t make out any sentences to. “Yeah. It was gonna take me a bit to move the car and uh-” 

“Good. Stay there, I’ll be over in thirty minutes.” Before he could ask or even reply she hung up just as the sound of her car turned on. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what was going to happen when she arrived. Handing the phone back to Kenji, he told them that his girlfriend was on the way, and it was best he stayed there to wait for her, adding that they didn’t need to wait with him. 

He felt like a fool enough being a royal dick to them, wanting to dig his own grave just to crawl into it when they said they don’t mind waiting with him and can help clean up the leaking oil and broken pieces of his light fixtures. They assured him he could chill out and take it easy on his arm, so they handled the oil leak from the Civic’s front end then brushed up the busted headlight and taillight pieces with a small brush Iketani kept in the S13 for his interior. 

Shingo was trying his best to keep the second stream of tears from flowing in front of the guys. Sitting sideways in the passenger seat of his civic, legs hanging out of the doorway as his hands rested on his lap, he soon heard the distant rumbling of a Civic engine. Shingo and the SpeedStars raised their heads at the noise, seeing his girlfriend pull up in front of the battered red Civic and stopping, as if taking in the damage. 

She lays eyes on Shingo who looks completely defeated. She notices how he doesn’t look up at her car after the initial attention of who was approaching. 

Iketani jogs over to the driver's side, and she rolls down her window. “Hey! He doesn’t seem as bad as the crash looks. Seems like just his wrist is banged up and the car isn’t drivable. He had an oil leak somewhere in the front, but we cleaned up the mess, so others won’t run over it.” 

“Right. Thank you for that, sorry about the trouble.” She replied, grateful but somber. “I got a trailer with me so I can take his car with us.” Iketani nodded and offered his and Kenji’s help with setting up the trailer in front of the EG. Once done, she connected a hook to the Civic to be pulled by a motor and onto the trailer. Shingo could barely watch the depressing sight as he stood there, feeling like a fish out of water. 

With the Civic strapped to the trailer and the guys helping (Y/N) turn around to face the downhill she called for Shingo to get in the car, thanking the SpeedStars once more for the help before they headed back to the S13. She turned toward Shingo, seeing him struggle to click the seatbelt into place. Gently taking it from him, she settled him in before gently taking his right arm and lifting it to inspect the damage. 

She noticed him wince slightly before asking, “What happened, Shin?” she averted her gaze back down to his wrist, seeing the traces of bruising becoming slowly apparent. It took him a minute before he hesitantly answered with a quiet, “It was the gumtape deathmatch… it’s not that bad, I’ll be fine…” 

She hummed in thought at his words. Gently releasing his arm, she put the car in gear and started down the pass. The more she drove down the windy road of Akina, the more she realized, “Something doesn’t add up, Shingo. I’ve seen you do this so many times before and you’ve never done this; you’re too good for that, you’ve said it yourself you’ve trained for hours upon hours to master it, whether it's on Myogi or somewhere else. What really happened?” her tone was light, knowing he wasn’t in the best state now, and she’s never seen him so defeated before. She sees him slouch into the seat more out of her peripheral vision, making himself smaller. 

Making it to the bottom of the pass and catching a stoplight, she takes the chance to turn towards him, looking him in his eyes that almost appear… guilty? She didn’t know for sure. “What did you do, Shin? This isn’t like you.” Her tone turned concerned. She’s only ever witnessed her man like this once and that was over a year ago. She had to know what happened at that race. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, brokenly. Even after the light had changed colour and the car moved once more, it’s all he could say. Like a broken record on repeat. She was beginning to get scared at what had made him so terrified. Was the crash that bad? The only damage was to the lights along with a leak somewhere. It couldn’t have been that traumatizing. The guardrail looked stable and sturdy, barely a dent in it. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not angry baby, okay? I just want to know what happened. You did something, that much is clear, but you need to tell me what that was. I mean, sure I may be pissed some because I could have lost you. If that guardrail was the least bit weak where you hit it, it could have broken apart and you’d be dead. I don’t want- I can’t even think about what that would’ve looked like if that rail broke on you. But… I understand that these kinds of dangers come with racing, especially on narrow mountain courses. It rough and scary, I know, and that’s why I’m trying to be as understanding as I can here, so just bear with me, alright?” 

The thoughts racing through Shingo’s mind had him lost and confused. Shaking his head at her words, he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. ‘Even after all I’ve done and put her through, she still cares about me? Heh…bullshit Shingo, the minute I tell her anything she’d leave, fuckin’ run away, and be repulsed just at the sight o’ me.’ He thought to himself. 

Jolted from his thoughts at a gentle squeeze on his bicep, he sees the entrance to a hospital. “C’mon, let's get your wrist looked at. Can’t go home like this.” She unclicked his belt for him and got out of the car. He sighed deeply, the guilt weighing all the heavier on him now. The overbearing weight on his shoulders had them drooping down in reality. They silently walked together into the hospital as she checked him in with the receptionist. The visit was short, having had a quick X-ray done and his hand and wrist wrapped in a cast then arm situated in a sling. He felt pathetic beyond all rational reason. The mere fact his girl had to see him like this on top of it all was indescribable. 

He tried to hide the small tears that once again escaped the corners of his eyes once they reached her car. The sight of his Civic sitting on the trailer hurts his heart. But once again, the mere idea of her leaving him once all hell breaks loose at his inevitable explanations is going to damage his soul. The drive to their apartment was silent, but not entirely tense. He was both grateful and dreading the fact they arrived home quickly. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last and he glanced up at his girlfriend in front of him for a split second before his eyes glued themselves to the floor once again, a silent sigh leaving his lips. 

Entering the apartment and hearing (Y/N) lock the door felt more trap-like than anything. ‘No escaping it now,’ he thought. A gentle hand landed on his upper back, silently guiding him to their bedroom where she motioned for him to sit on the bed. Sitting on her side, she crossed her legs and faced him as his back rested uncomfortably against the wall. He felt wrong for leaning back so casually in a time like this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to have the strength to sit up. 

“Talk to me, Shingo. Please. I haven’t seen you like this in so long, it’s honestly starting to scare me. What’s worrying you so much?” she asked, a long pause in-between before she added a “You know what…” and his heart sank. 

“How about we start from the beginning? From the start of the race up to right now, okay?” she eyed him almost desperately. The sight of him like this, so weak and vulnerable, tore at her heartstrings. She felt slightly relieved when he nodded his head lightly. He inhaled, mouth slightly open as if to speak, but pausing for a moment, thinking of how to put his words together before she finally heard him speak in over an hour, “The race started out fine. Up until that corner. I guess- I got too full of myself. Thought I was some invincible guy who could finally beat the 8-6 and… when I realized I wasn’t going to, like everyone else, I figured it would’ve been better to protect my pride over just losing a race.” 

When he paused, she cut the silence with “And what method did you use to try and protect your pride?” 

“If I couldn’t win, I didn’t want Fujiwara to, either. So…” he raised his good hand to his head, hiding half his face with it and his fingers grip into the loose strands of his hair as he started to shake a bit, more tears threatening to fall in guilt and fear, “I was gonna have both of us wreck. I fucked that up big time. Being wrapped up in my head I didn’t see the right turn coming up and swung left. Missed the 8-6 completely, grinded the side of the car against the guardrail and clipped it. Ended up ricocheting off it and rear-ended the guardrail.” By now the man before her had tears streaming down his cheeks. He waited for the laughing or the yelling to start about how much of an idiot he was, that he never learns, never thinks about the consequences. 

However, that never came. She scooted closer to him sitting to the left of his legs. “Never do that again, do you understand me?” Her tone was firm but, in a way, still gentle, still caring. He nodded quickly, taking in the feeling of her running her hand along his good arm, giving it reassuring squeezes. This continued for several minutes as she mulled over his racing tactics. Something about it seemed familiar. Like she’d heard of some other racer going around and bumping into cars. Specifically, any that weren’t FF layouts… “Shingo?” 

“Mhmm.” He hummed weakly. “Remember a while back when I asked you about that rumour of someone in a Civic that went around tapping other people’s bumpers? That was you, wasn’t it?” The way she asked told him she knew the answer to that question. She could practically see him deflate when she figured it out. “Don’t do that Shingo.” She made him look up at her, her hand holding his chin. “You can’t fool me completely. Or at least not for long. Who else in Gunma drives a red Civic?” 

He looks into her eyes for the first time in hours and it makes him want to cry harder. The way the moonlight bounces off them and brightens them as they stare at him so softly, so lovingly despite all the bullshit he’s done. “I didn’t want you to know that part of me. I know I’m an ass, I know I do stupid things…” he hiccupped, his chest beginning to tremble once more, “but the day you asked me about that I just couldn’t risk losing you to something I’ve done. Of being repulsed by me.” 

His sobbing only got worse the longer he had to confess and explain himself, even with (Y/N) trying to be as understanding as possible and seeing her man so beat up about some racing moves hurt her at the sight. Sure, they’re dirty tricks, but no one’s gotten hurt, and she has heard of others who have pulled far more life-endangering tactics than this. The fact he’s getting worse is largening her concern by the minute. Lightly cupping his face to get his attention, he just shakes his head, staring past her, repeating “I can’t say anymore, I can’t,” his voice cracking like a scratched record. 

She asks why with such a heartbroken expression on her soft face. “Cause I’ll lose you if I do.” His voice cracks and he finally caved in when she hugged him tightly, being mindful of his bad arm. Her hold is tight. Protective. Reassuring. Loving. “I’m not going anywhere Shingo.” (Y/N)’s voice even began to crack as she teared up at the utter despair she was witnessing. Using his good arm, he pulls her on top of him as best as possible to hug her in a straightened position. His head drops onto her shoulder as he shakes, sobbing almost violently. 

Her fingers run soothingly through his hair in attempt to calm him down when he chokes out “I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t even hold you properly. So fucking pathetic.” She didn’t say anything, instead shaking her head against the side of his and resting her hand protectively at the back of it. After a while his sobs and shakes died down slowly until there were none left. Having worn himself out from crying he fell asleep in her arms. Gently pulling away from him, she slowly lied him down comfortably in bed, covering him and lightly adjusting his arm. She ghosted her thumbs over his face, wiping away the nearly dried tears and smoothing out his features to relax. 

She quickly did her nightly routine, changing into comfortable sleeping clothes before joining him, lightly hooking her leg over his out of habit. She must make up for the physical touch somehow since she can’t cuddle up against his bad arm. Falling asleep rather quickly from the whole ordeal allowed for an easy sleep until morning. 

Being the first to wake, she made coffee, bringing two mugs and water with her. Setting them on the nightstand beside her, she climbed back into bed, watching how peacefully her boyfriend was sleeping with small sips. She was halfway done with her first cup when he finally stirred awake, his normally half lidded eyes, even more closed than usual, but open nonetheless, met hers. His eyebrows contorted in confusion when he processed that she was still here. 

“Hi baby.” She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee. “Feeling a little better?” 

“I guess.” He sat up, a leg bent on the bed and the other arched over it. His left elbow rested on his arched knee, his arm hanging limply outward. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.” His voice was hoarse yet quiet. 

“Of course I would. I told you; I’m not leaving. This isn’t the end of the world, Shin. We all fuck up big time at some point. Don’t beat yourself up so much over this. Everything that happened, it’s fixable, it’s replaceable, nothing was truly lost, alright? Now, here, drink this, you sound like a dying horse.” She spoke light-heartedly, handing him a bottle of water after unscrewing the cap. “I have work today in a little bit, so I set up some stuff for you to make it easy on your arm. Don’t try and do anything big around here, ‘kay?” She took his head in her free hand and pressed a kiss on his forehead before going to get ready. 

He watched her go about her routine as if the events of last night never happened. It was both relieving and confusing to him. Ever the enigma, she was. He wanted to believe so badly that she was right, and it was fine to just let it go. But the weighing feeling of having let her down so heavily, having been so stupid for something that could’ve been easily avoided, nagged at the back of his mind continuously. 

He was so lost in thought he barely noticed her come back in to say goodbye, leaving with another loving kiss on his nose and exiting their apartment. When Shingo heard her car start, he turned his head towards the window, seeing her drive off with his own Civic still in tow. She knew he wanted it fixed, but that was going to cost a fortune at this rate. Having to stop work for his injury was going to cut his paychecks off for a while and she was the backbone of everything now. 

He never thought the consequences of one crash would be so large and affect them for so long. This continued for weeks. Yet she remained as understanding and loving as ever. Over time, his mental state was getting better, albeit slowly. His arm was healing well, only having it wrapped with firm bandages a little over a month later. He was at least able to make himself a bit more useful, keeping their place tidy and making most of the dinner for them by the time she got home. She’d always perch her head on his shoulder, watching him cook as her arms wrapped around his middle comfortably. 

“Y’know babe,” she’d start, Shingo knowing what she’d say next as she’s repeated at least once a week since he’s been stuck at home, “You’d make a nice househusband, hmmm?” she’d nudge his side just under the ribs knowing he was a bit ticklish there. He’d jerk at the feeling as she giggled, and he’d groan that she got him again. She’d peck his cheek quickly before scurrying off to shower and change. 

Over the duration of Shingo’s recovery, she had been as patient as she could with him, to help him see himself how she sees him, that he’s loved and to help him come to terms with his mistakes. She knew he still wasn’t in a good mindset and felt a bit guilty that a girl has her needs. She was hoping she could at least get him into it enough that she could also show him physically how much she loves him rather than saying the same words over and over through explanations. He needed to see it, feel it to understand. 

As they sat in bed, (Y/N) reading a manga quietly while Shingo leant against the headboard next to her, spaced out once more, she decided to take the chance to test the waters. Silently shutting the book and placing it on the nightstand, she turned towards her boyfriend, hooking her leg over his in their usual manner. Hugging him sideways, an arm wrapped behind his back and the other in front, she placed light kisses on his neck. She could feel him tense, and she stopped, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. 

“Why would you still want to do that with me?” His voice was flat, unsure of what emotions he should be feeling. 

“Because. You’re my man and I chose you. And after these past weeks I feel it’s time for me to show you, properly, and remind you how much I love you, in all aspects… if you’ll let me?” she placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, giving his bicep and side a comforting squeeze. He responds hesitantly, his good hand resting lightly on her waist, scared that if he presses any further, she’ll vanish. “I don’t get it. How can you even want me like this after… that.” 

“Because I want to see you race again. I want to see that serious, focused look in your eyes as you haul ass down that pass. The way your arms flex and tense with shifting, turning the wheel, and just how much to use the handbrake. I wanna chase you again with our runs. I especially want you chasing me. That intimidating aura you and the car give off; it sends chills down me, Shin.” She mimics the chills effect by running her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling him tense the muscles there. 

“Remember what you were like when you had that adrenaline? That sexy ass smirk you’d put on when you had a challenger. The way your voice got growly when you wanted to prove people wrong.” Her hands lightly traced along his neck, roaming to each place of him that she described. Her fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. Shingo shivered slightly when her fingers travelled down to his v-line. “Remember how you’d get when you’d show off your techniques to me in your car? You couldn’t even get to the bottom of the pass before I’d tell you to pull over and shut the car off. God, you are one hot son of a bitch, Shingo.” 

Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, kissing the exposed skin to the rim of his shirt. She felt him squeeze her waist, his wrapped hand touching the other side. “You have no idea how much I love you.” As she continued to display her affection, he was conflicted about what he really wanted. He didn’t feel that he deserved so much attention like this but when he thought back to all the previous times, he had her calling his name like a melody, and twisting and bending her in delicious ways that she’d praise him to and beg for more, he always knew he was doing something right. Even after the last few weeks of having no intimacy he craved her touch more than anything, guilt be damned. 

His carnal mind told him to throw the baggage out the window and revel in his woman, but his conscious told him to smooth things over first, end this torturous mental state and get through the pain. Maybe, just maybe, if he put himself first, decided to be a little selfish and ignore the guilt for one night, to listen to his girl’s words and take them in, try to see her point of view, he’d get through it better. His hold on her waist tightened as he made up his mind by pulling her closer, forcing her to adjust her position and straddle his thighs. 

She hummed happily, knowing he accepted her, and she was going to damn well prove to him just how fucking perfect he was. “If you ever want me to stop, just say so, alright, baby? No questions asked.” She rose her head to plant a kiss on his nose, the same way she did since their first date. He nodded lightly, his thumbs lightly rubbing into her hips. “Good boy.” She smiled warmly before leaning in to give him a proper kiss. 

The passion she put into her movements was almost overwhelming instantly. Even if he didn’t kiss back with as much vigor, she didn’t pull away, didn’t let down. Her hands travelled back down to the hem of his burgundy t-shirt, spreading her fingers out to feel his upper half in full as she pushed his shirt up, breaking the kiss to pull it off him, still being mindful of his injured wrist. 

The second his shirt fell to the floor, her lips latched back onto his, the ghostly pressure of her snake bites pressing against his soft lips pulled a light sigh out of him. He always loved the way her piercings felt on his skin, even along his neck and chest, the small red metal loops never failed to elicit those lovely sounds from his throat. The second she got the chance to slip her tongue in past his parted lips, she pressed her tongue against his, the piercing on her wet muscle earning a low moan and a firmer grip on her hips. 

Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants, lithe fingers ghosting down and over his slowly growing length. She whispered words of praise and details of him that she found beautiful; his eyes. Attractive; his face and body, his both adorable and unexplainably hot nose, and so much more that he was melting completely under her touch. She had him sighing and whimpering so prettily, his voice whispering her name as she took her time showing him just how much she wanted him. Just as she was about to hook her fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, their eyes met and- 

“Yo, Shingo!” Growling in annoyance, his eyes snapped over to the guy who pulled him back to reality, his cigarette bent in half as well. “What.” The man approaching him put his hands up in surrender, surprised by the sudden hostility. 

“Nothin’ man, just wanted to see how things were going. You looked pretty spaced out there.” 

“Was going fine until you brought me back to the cesspool of reality.” Shingo took a long drag of his bent cigarette before stomping it out and breathing the smoke out through his nose in an annoyed sigh. His eyes landed back on his girl and her friend, seeing Nakazato still with them. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes that he was daydreaming for, the race hadn’t even started yet. He kept his gaze directed on the three of them, picking up on how her friend stared at Takeshi almost dreamily like she does with the Takahashi Brothers as well. (Y/N) however, had her back completely to him so he couldn’t tell, but that annoyingly soft smile Takeshi was displaying pissed him off. 

He always kind of hated deep down that Takeshi seemed to have all the looks. Didn’t have a weird nose, had a defined, angular facial structure that the girl’s would lose their shit over, how his eyebrows complimented his eye’s shape, all of it. It was annoying. Then the day he got his “sweet 3-2” it’s like he became as much a bitch magnet as the Takahashi’s. 

But when Shingo and his girl got deeper into their relationship, he was surprised at how much she’d stare at him, complimenting his features, and then winking at him with play seduction before going back to what she was doing. He came around quickly with the fact she only had eyes for him and loved the way she’d give disgusted looks to random guys who tried talking her up before she simply pointed in Shingo’s direction so he could flip them off as he took a sip of his beer if it was at a bar. He’d always pick up on the way she smirked when he’d do that, always muttering in his ear a few minutes later how his “jealousy and bad boy attitude was fucking hot.” 

Deciding he had enough of the way Takeshi kept looking over to her, Shingo called him over. “Oi, Nakazato, come here for a ‘sec.” He motioned him over with the cigarette he just lit to calm his stress. Takeshi had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind; Shingo sounded eerily calm for a change. This can’t be good. The girls looked over, hearing Shingo’s voice and (Y/N) smiled at him with a little wave of her fingers before turning her attention back to her friend who’s now leaning an arm on her shoulder and pointing across the street at something. 

Takeshi approached Shingo, his hands in his pockets as he gave the Civic driver a nod in acknowledgement. “What’s up?” 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than hit up my girl?” Shingo gave him a pointed look of annoyance, his eyebrows arched as his eyes looked upward but his head barely moving, giving off a stronger aura of intimidation. 

“You know she’s on our team, Shingo. The least I can do is be nice and strike up some conversation like I do with the rest of the guys.” 

“You don’t give the guys that interested look you’ve been giving her for the last few minutes.” He paused, taking another drag of his cigarette, his tone remaining lower than usual, even with all the people chatting about. He didn’t want to draw attention and make a scene, potentially embarrassing his girlfriend if he had some outburst. Nah, this was strictly between him and Takeshi. 

“Listen, I’m not trying to start some kind of split or anything with you two, I’m just interested in her potential as a racer. You’ve been teaching her the gumtape techniques, right? I was surprised she’s been learning it quickly and having to retrain herself in her braking style. ‘Mean... I have been curious how you scored her anyway; I was going to ask her that...” The R32 driver scratched the back of his somewhat bashfully, his cheeks a faint pink. 

“Why the hell do you care so much about how I got her?” Shingo’s signature snarky tone resonated through his throat. Little did Takeshi know; it was her who got Shingo. 

“Uh, no reason really… just,” Takeshi looked away, slightly embarrassed, “she’s hot you know? And talented.” 

“Of course, I know she’s hot, dumbass, she’s my girlfriend.” He glared at Nakazato, not liking the idea of him staring at his woman so much. “So, if you’re done staring, which you should have been ages ago, why don’t you go try to pick up some other chick that ain’t my woman, huh.”  He snarled possessively. “Out of all the chicks around here that admire and fawn over you cause you’re ‘so talented’ and have a ‘cool car’ you have to lay your eyes on my girl?” 

Shingo noticed the way Takeshi side-eyed the road underneath them, (Y/N) did something similar when she knew she had been caught for something, whether it was for something light-hearted and playful or something serious. Shingo scoffed, “Seriously man? You seem to have all the women at your feet around here like you’re one of the fuckin’ RedSuns. Fuck, bro, you even have a thing for Sayuki even if she doesn’t like you and is a royal pain in the ass, can’t you go for someone else that isn’t (Y/N)?”  He took another inhalation of his cigarette, this time quicker with an angry inhale and exhale. 

“I’ll be damned if she has even the slightest notion of wanting to go for you. Just because you half-assedly gel your hair, listen to the same music bitches around here dig, and drive that shitty ass R32 doesn’t mean you can just walk in thinking you can win over my woman, got it?” he snarled viciously. He was seething and Takeshi could feel it rolling off the man in waves. Even his Civic, that sat silently, which he was sitting on the hood of seemed to be radiating a heavy form of malice that sent shivers down his spine. It was the same malicious aura Shingo and his ride radiated before the wreck and he still tapped bumpers. 

Despite the chilling waves he was getting from Shingo and his car, Takeshi could pick up on the physical tenseness in the man’s muscles. His position on the hood of the Civic with his ankle sitting on his knee, rigid arms hanging over his raised leg. His head was tilted to one side slightly to get a better look at Nakazato, eyeing him up with a glare. Was Shingo really that scared of losing his girlfriend to someone else? The sheer possessiveness was also borderline protective with the words he unleashed like a spitfire. Like he was justifying reasons as to why she wouldn’t want anyone else. “Piss off Nakazato, you ain’t gettin’ her.” He said in another eerily calm tone; it was his final warning. 

“Loud and clear, man. I promise I wasn’t trying to do anything; I just admire her driving capabilities. She learns quick is all – lets uh, just drop it, yeah? Sorry for bringing it up…” he raises his hands out of his pockets in surrender. 

Just when the tension felt like it was finally going to die down and both men could get a second of peace and breathing room, one of the spectators noticed the two NightKids together. Approaching the two racers with his couple of buddies in tow, he speaks up. 

“Aye, Shingo, how ‘ya been recovering man? Heard about that run in with the 8-6 during y’all’s race. How’d you lose to that junkheap and turn your car into one in the process?” he chuckled along with his buddies, looking back at them as they did so. The asshole wasn’t quiet with his announcement, gaining the sharp attention of Shingo’s girlfriend, not even fifty feet away. She watched silently, her head nearly turned all the way around while her body stayed put, like an owl stalking its prey without moving. As the idiot kept talking about Shin’s most recent fuck ups, she silently handed her coffee to her friend, turning fully and slowly stalking over with dark eyes, upper half and tilted head almost unmoving in contrast to her strides. The three men still cackling didn’t notice her at first until she stood right next to one of the guys on the left of the ‘leader’ of the group. 

Feeling a presence next to him, he looked over to see a girl dressed in all black consisting of a punkish jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, jumping back towards his friends at the sudden appearance. Her lip rings glinting red from the streetlamps and belt chains glistening and clinking slightly as she adjusted her hands in her pockets. Her eyes were narrow and dark, head tilted ominously as she stared up at them much like Shingo did to Takeshi. Being shorter than them in height, she found it to be a useful fear tactic. A few strands of her hair landed on her cheek, partially covering her eye. What freaked them out further was the fact she hadn’t blinked since she made eye contact with them. Her unblinking eyes then flicked to the so-called leader of the trio, daring him to speak. 

Meanwhile, Shingo and Takeshi watched from the side. Takeshi could feel her silent anger, it nearly mimicked the same that came off Shingo not moments earlier. Shingo, however, smiled with amusement. The way these assholes talked a lot of shit, acting like the hottest motherfuckers around, only to start shitting themselves at his short goth girlfriend. Deep down he was grateful she always acted quickly to defend him. 

“Would you be so kind as to fucking repeat that again? I’d love to hear it once more only to cut you off as I castrate those pathetic things you call balls. With. A. Spoon.” Her tone was low, deep, and her speech eerily proper for such an insult. She smiled at them, and they could’ve called it innocent if not for her eyes, murderous posture, and choice of words. 

They quickly stuttered out apologies as they scrambled over each other trying to run off anywhere that wasn’t near her. Shingo stood up from his place on the hood, to come up beside her, wrapping his right arm around her back to rest his hand on the side of her hip, squeezing lightly as a silent notion to walk with him. She smiled warmly towards him, no longer holding hidden malice. Sneaking her left hand in his front right pants pocket to hold onto him they walked over to her friend who was snickering at the whole ordeal, calling them idiots and looking like deer in headlights that had enough brain cells left to run. 

When it was announced that the race was coming to an end soon and the competitors only had a few more corners to cover, Shingo leaned into his girl’s ear. “Hey baby, why don’t we head out first and turn the downhill into a practice run for ‘ya, hmm? Go set up the tape n’ our phones, yeah? I’ll catch up to you in a minute and watch your form.” Kissing the shell of her ear, he handed her his phone and his keys. She nodded excitedly, practically prancing over to their matching EGs. 

Sitting in the passenger seat of Shingo’s car she pulled the gumtape out of the glovebox cutting off two long strips. She called his phone with hers, pressing the answer button putting them both on speaker, then attaching the tape to the front of their phones, sticking his to the dashboard securely above the air vents. Doing the same to her phone in her car, she threw Shingo’s keys back at him as he reached the front of his car, talking with a few of the NightKids he was cool with. 

Glancing over to her, he gave her a small swing of his head in the direction of the downhill with a cigarette dangling between the smirk he wore. She nearly giggled to herself as she hopped in her sleek black EG. Starting the car and exiting the parking lot slowly, avoiding the spectators still present, she pulled onto the road, the ecstatic sound of her engine reverberating through the pass. Shingo finished up his small talk with the boys, putting out his cigarette and starting the car, he peeled out of the parking lot, speeding along to catch up to his girl. 

As (Y/N) cleared the first few corners she could see people on the sidelines ahead turning their heads in her direction as she sped the car around the corners and straightaways. Some commented about having never seen a black EG6 around Gunma before, let alone Myogi. After she had passed around the next corner, another Civic engine was heard, it was louder and the occasional backfire from the exhaust could be heard. The scarlet FR Killer drifted around the tight corner before recovering flawlessly, gaining speed and repeating the same maneuver. The dark aura it gave off as its headlights blinded the spectators' eyes, sent chills down their spines as they realized Shingo may not like having another EG6 to compete with locally. 

Soon, his headlights appeared in her rearview mirrors, and she sighed in relief that he finally showed up. She was starting to get nervous and felt like she was going to mess up a corner if she kept handbraking to drift like she was. It always terrified her that it was going to spin out by using the handbrake to drift instead of the wheels like everyone else. He began closing the gap quickly and she felt giddier the closer he got. 

The fact so many people were present put her under pressure as well. She braked and turned the wheel left, gripping around a corner, but slower than she did just last night. “You can take these corners a little faster baby, you’ll be fine.” She heard Shingo’s voice softly say from her phone’s speaker. Looking in her mirror again she saw his headlights getting bigger and could make out a bit of red. 

“I know… this many people here are making me nervous… feel like I’m gonna fuck up. And the drifting still bothers me.” She sighed out, stepping on the gas at the start of the straightaway. His lights disappeared for a split second before shining back after a drift around the corner she just passed. At this point, almost everyone still on the sidelines watched the two EGs get closer together and they felt that same bone chilling aura come off the red one. 

“Man, Shoji’s getting mad close to that other EG, you think he’s gonna tap the bumper like he does with the others?” one guy exclaimed, worried he was going to pull the move and they’d end up getting hit by the black mass of the new Civic. The word spread quickly down the pass with walkie talkies and phone calls that the NightKids second best was tailing behind the black Civic. All sorts of assumptions that he was reverting to his old ways of bumping into cars to make them lose control became the topic of the spectators. “But the black one is also an FF, it wouldn’t lose control that easily, bumped or not, right?” some would ask, others replying with, “If the driver isn’t skilled enough, anyone’s gonna spin out and lose control at a high-speed corner.” 

The mass had mixed emotions, some being excited to see the FR Killer in action, and others worried someone was going to wreck and slam into a guardrail, taking others with them. As the two civics gained on the next corner, Shingo’s front bumper was at least only a few inches away from (Y/N)’s rear. “When we drift on this corner, pull the brake gently and only about a fourth of the way up to start, push it down some then back up again to hold the drift alright, baby?” Shingo instructed and she replied with a soft “Okay.” 

They braked at the same time, entering their drifts in tandem. The crowd at the corner nearly shit themselves thinking Shingo had hit her, but someone called out with, “Holy shit, they’re drifting as close together as the Takahashi’s can!” The side of their car’s only inches apart and they recovered from the drift once again at the same time, and he held his position close behind her. Their engines roaring and growling in roughly the same tunes as they upshifted, accelerating down the short straightaway before repeating another drift. 

“Damn it. I messed up those corners, Shinnn!” she whined, complaining that her line was off slightly. She heard him chuckle at the other end, “You did fine, hot stuff. You recovered outta that pretty well. Just keep goin’, I’m right behind ‘ya.” 

“I feel like with you so close I’m gonna mess up a drift or something and take you with me. This handbrake stuff is kinda freaky, you sure we can’t drift with all the wheels like FRs if we put enough power in it to slide?” 

“Nope. The slide comes from the brake; most effective way to drift our cars, sweetheart.” She groaned once more, him chuckling at her cute complaints. 

When they reached the longest straight away of Myogi, he jerked the wheel to get in the lane beside her and line up their cars. He looked over at her, giving her one of those rare softish smirks she only ever saw when they were alone. She grinned, sticking her tongue out at him before locking eyes back on the road with a giggle. Rolling his eyes, he did the same and the crowd at the upcoming corner widened their eyes at the four headlights rapidly approaching them. “Why the hell are they next to each other now?! Neither can make a pass, the road’s too narrow here!” 

“Shingo’s pissed, isn’t he? He seriously wants this guy off his home course.” Funny how no one outside of the cars knew of the little spectacle seconds prior and that Shingo’s supposed rival was a woman, let alone his girlfriend. “You’d think he’d appreciate another FF in the area, an EG6 on top of it, but damn, he’s really gotta be the best, huh?” 

“Stay at the speed you’re goin’ and grip around the first half of this corner then pull the handbrake up almost halfway, release it, up again at a fourth, then down again. You know the wheel’s gonna give you that resistance, just keep pulling it right in small jolts, not too far though. Keep that left hand on your shifter and shift up to fifth just as you’re coming out of the corner, got it?” he instructed a bit more seriously, seeing as this was the largest corner on Myogi as well, providing the means for a longer drift. Replying with a quick “yeah,” Shingo braked first, taking his place back behind her and moving to the outside line, he copied her movements, watching her technique like a hawk and seeing her pull off a perfect drift and keeping the wheel resistance at bay beautifully. “Atta girl, baby.” he said proudly. 

She smiled at his words, shifting to fifth gear and pulling out of the corner in tandem with him. The crowd’s jaws were to the floor, slowly looking at one another in disbelief. “Why do I feel like they’re working together…?” and “Man, I’ve got chills. I thought we were gonna die for a minute” came from several people. 

Looking in her mirror, eyes landing on Shin’s Civic, she visibly relaxed. The sight of his car behind her always gave her comfort and reassurance when she was pushing her practices like this. He’s only ever bumped into her once and it helped to stabilize her when she began sliding too tightly. It was a practice night like this, no one on the pass and she started to turn into a corner too sharply, knowing she couldn’t pull herself out of it, he sped up just enough to tap the part of her bumper that was closest to him on the outside just before she started to slide and her car regained its grip on the road from straightening out some. 

Since then, knowing he’s behind her and sensing if she does something too quickly or tightly, he’s there to buffer her. It was funny knowing the mere sight of his car in others’ mirrors meant trouble but to her it was a sign that her man had her back. 

It didn’t take much longer for them to reach the end of the pass, and continue into the city, slowing down to the speed limits. They made small talk over the phone speakers, arriving home within minutes. Parking and taking the tape off their phones, they exit and lock the cars, heading up the stairs to their apartment. The second they cross the threshold of the door and the sound of it locking resonates, Shingo’s hands are on her hips, rubbing down to the back of her thighs and up to hold her ass. Squeezing the soft flesh he loves to revel in, she tilts her head up to look at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding her wrists. 

“Something on your mind, sir?” she smirked knowingly, her eyes flicking between his own and his mouth as she bit her bottom lip, one of her lip rings disappearing behind her teeth in the way that drives him crazy. 

“Call me that again and we’ll see where it gets you.” He growled, lowering his head to nip at her neck, his hands gripping the soft plush of her rear once more as she whispers his name with a drawl. Lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrap around his thin waist, and she can immediately feel the boner in his pants rubbing against her as he took them to their room. Dropping her back first into the bed, he hovered over her, intertwining a hand with hers as their lips met feverishly. “You are…” a deep kiss “so fucking hot…” another laced with tongue “when you drive.” He finished, breathily between kisses. Their tongues danced roughly, (Y/N)’s tongue piercing drew out the most enticing of moans from the man above her. 

His hand travelled quickly to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head, then quickly unhooking her bra, throwing it across the room. His lightly calloused fingers were already working at the button of her jeans and the zipper, yanking them down by the thighs as she helped kick them off, bending forward to take her socks off with them. Leaving her in only lacy red panties, she smiled up innocently at him, seeing his mouth looking like it wanted to water at the sight. 

“Got a little surprise for you, Shin.” His eyes flicked up to hers in curiosity, silently prompting her to reveal it. She flipped onto her stomach revealing that it was his name in the form of English letters, strung across the top string of her panties, like a charm bracelet, the letters were covered in small diamonds. He nearly came in his pants from the sight alone. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his reaction. Biting her lip as he reached out run his fingers over the letter and lace, he growled out, “You’re really making it difficult to not rip these off of you.” 

“Well, I intend on wearing them again, so if you take them off nicely, you can have me any way you’d like.” She said with that mind-fucking seductive tone. Inhaling deeply, he did as she said, with much restraint. Taking hold of her thighs he began to twist them, silently telling her to turn back over. She made herself comfortable, lying back down, hair splayed around her head. Shingo knelt and hooked her thighs over his shoulders, spreading them out just a bit further before he hummed, pleased with the sight before him, he dove in, licking a flat stripe up her clit. Hearing her gasp for a breath was only the start of his motivation. Digging his fingers into the muscle of her thighs, he changed his game, pointing his tongue to push into her, curling it up, swirling, and licking repeatedly. Each time her thighs tensed, he’d rub his thumbs against them, a silent command she’s come to learn to relax them. 

Curling his tongue up, he pushed it inward, pressing against her clit, earning him a string of delicious moans and whimpers of his name from her pretty throat. He knew his woman inside and out. He would have her convulsing within minutes as he kept up his ministrations. Her thighs would tense and relax occasionally, her hands tugging at his dark hair, especially when he prodded at certain areas. 

“Shingo.” She huffed out, her pants continuing and growing heavier as she neared closer to release. When he started thrusting his tongue in and retracting outward with an upward curl, her whines grew, thighs tensed to the point no rubbing was going to relax them, and her fingers tangled tightly in his hair. 

His signature high pitched chuckle emitted from the back of his throat as he eagerly lapped up her release, kneading her thighs as he hummed at the sweet taste of her. Her sweet moans and whines were music to his ears. Pulling away from her as her convulsions lessened to nothingness, he wiped the remaining bits around his mouth with his thumb before sucking it off, eyes half-lidded as he held her gaze. 

“Look at you. All fucked out and we barely started, pretty girl. You want more o’ me?” he hovered over her once again, gently brushing strands of her hair out of her face, soaking in her features and cloudy eyes. She nodded almost tiredly, mumbling “Always want you, Shin. ‘M never gonna get enough of you.” Her pouty voice and the way her arms lift tiredly to reach for his forearms, holding onto him limply, made his dick twitch, reminding him how painfully constricted he was. 

“Move up and get comfy baby girl, you know damn well you’re gonna take all of me.” Pushing himself upright, he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up his back and over, stripping himself of it completely. (Y/N) was nearly drooling at the lovely sight. No matter how many times she’s seen him take his shirt off that way daily, it always sparked many thoughts in the wide and deep rabbit hole that was her mind. 

She barely processed how quickly he freed himself of his pants and tight boxers before crawling on top of her, the sensation of his deliciously hard cock rubbing against her soaked folds pulling her from her light daze. Instinctively, she hooked her leg over his calf, a known sense of comfort and closeness she’d come to love so easily. His lips kiss across the collarbone she has the Kanji of his name tattooed on. Being there when she got it, it’s his favourite tattoo of hers. So much in fact, he purposely nips and bites and sucks at the skin next to it, leaving his mark on her soft skin as he pushes himself into her slowly. Breathing deeply, she squeezes his arm with one hand and claws at his back with the other. “Relax, babe… squeezin’ me too tight.” He strained out, breath hot against her skin. 

Stopping his movements he waited until she relaxed enough before grasping her hip and bottoming out inside her in one large thrust. The loud moan she rewarded him with was sure to wake the neighbors, but he didn’t give a shit. He had to reward his girl for driving so well earlier. Give her some more motivation to practice even harder tomorrow night. “Fuck, you always take me so well, don’t ‘cha sweet girl?” she nodded quickly, wanting more and wiggling her hips to gain even the slightest friction. 

Giving into her wishes, and his own, he set his usual rough and fast pace. What he may lack slightly compared to others in girth and length he certainly makes up for with skill and that slight upward curve that hits her g-spot head on within seconds. Her head tilts back further into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and rolling to the back of her head as she moans Shingo’s name, though quieter than the first time. Her nails claw deeper into his back, leaving red marks, even drawing small bits of blood in some spots as he whimpers out “Fuck baby, God, this pussy was made for my cock.” His whimpers turned to loud whines as he continued to pump inside of her, his words, sounds and the feeling of his cock overwhelming her as she clenches around him and he releases a higher pitched groan, his fingers digging further into her hip, the other taking a gentle hold around her throat. His thumb lightly rubs the side of her neck, and she opens her mouth partially, the small tip of her tongue protruding just past her teeth to bite it at the lovely feeling of her new necklace starting to gently squeeze but not cut off airflow. Her eyes roll back once more, this time the full whites of her eyes showing, a breathy whine vibrating against his hand. 

Recognizing the familiar pattern of her walls fluttering and clenching against him on top of the sudden pants and deep breaths she takes in, he rolls his hips, getting a slightly deeper thrust in earning a hiccup from her. “S-Shin…” she stuttered his name several times, not being able to say it completely. “I know baby, you’ll get to cum soon. Hold out a little longer for me, yeah?” his words turned raspy, along with his breathy groans. 

“I can’t. I can’t Shin… wanna cum, please.” Small tears threatened to fall at the corners of her eyes when he increased his brutal pace. It felt like he was hitting places deeper than she thought existed. “Heh. Look at that baby,” He panted a few times, “really were made for me, weren’t ‘cha? Can see myself a bit in you.” His words confused her hazy mind, she turned her head to the side, to see what he meant, her side vision not catching anything out of the ordinary until he took one of her hands, covering it completely with his bigger one and placing it down on her lower stomach, applying some pressure where she could feel that region rising and falling slightly every time he thrusted in and pulled out. 

Mumbling his name then a string of incoherent words, she weakly grabbed the arm he used to keep balance, trying her best to grasp firmly despite her hand falling repeatedly the more she tried to hold onto him as she came. The string of convulses in her walls, had him cum right after, a line of curses pouring out of his mouth. Shingo dropped onto his arm, using his forearm and elbow to keep himself from crushing her. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Shingo grabbed her thigh, lifting it so her calf would wrap around his back as he slowly rolled them over into a sitting position with her straddling his pelvis. 

She groaned weakly, his still throbbing cock inside of her. He got comfortable leaning back against the headboard as he ran a hand over her hair softly, his other hand resting on the softness of her thigh, rubbing and kneading it lightly. Her head rested on his shoulder; face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her arms hung limply at her side, but she didn’t care, he wore her out good. 

Through the haze of her mind and the delicious soreness between her thighs, she could feel a small trail of Shingo’s cum leak down her thigh, sticking to her gently, a ghostly reminder of how good he treats her. She makes a small move with the intent to get up and try to clean up before she falls asleep, however her man pushes her back down onto his cock by the hips and she chokes out a small hiccup. “Hold on baby. Want ‘cha to stay like this a ‘lil longer, wanna feel you a little closer to me, yeah?” he says lowly, his usual raspy voice once again present. 

She only nodded slowly, her senses focusing more on the feeling his cum drip further down both of her thighs now. Hiding her face deeper into his neck and pressing her chest closer to his, he chuckled seeing the dim shine on her thigh. “Mmm, made quite a mess of you, haven’t I?” his hand tangled in her hair, pulling it gently to the side to show her neck, leaving a teasing, light kiss on the sensitive skin. “Heh, nothing I love more than showing you that you’re mine, right sweet girl?” he adjusts his hips, making his cock shift inside of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from his girl. 

“Shh, baby. Can’t help but wanna feel the inside of you more. You’re just so fuckin’ warm… makin’ me wanna stay like this forever. Just wanna keep you nice n’ warm, keep you full of my cum n’ never let you leave.” His voice sounded so sweet and soft in contrast to his delicious, filthy words. 

“Mhmm,” she hummed lightly, “Always gonna want you, Shin.” 

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You just came like a fallen angel 😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧 ty for reviving this #

Falling from the heavens and back into the ID fandom like:

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You’ve risen from the ashes like a phoenix to give us more initial d x reader… I think I’ll have to rewatch it now! Winter is a great time for that 😊

It's time to once again rage my dream. ✋🏻😌

I've been listening to Stage 1 at work in my earplugs like it's a podcast so I've had heavy concentration on dialogue, emotions, and everything I've overlooked before since I was too busy watching it before and didn't take enough time to really listen, y'know.

The inspiration is hitting me hard once again, so I'm getting back on the rocks for the fandom. 🤭

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Lightweight Shingo is weirdly endearing… do you think he gets hungover easily too?

Oh, yes. #TedTalk incoming. ✋🏻😌

With how much confidence and pride he has in general, whether it be of himself, driving, etc. I always figured he has to have a weakness of some kind. So why not a lightweight? Since the legal drinking age in Japan is 20, and he's 20 in Stage 1 so he's a baby in the drinking world. Unless of course he drank alcohol at home and worked up a tolerance, but I don't see that happening. His parents would probably be strict with that, and just Japanese families in general would probably be against it anyway until they're of age.

He probably didn't get into drinking too much until after he starts dating. He'd find nights out with you more enjoyable, and if you're a casual drinker for nights out, gatherings, etc. he'd pick it up a bit more with you and try whatever drinks you order so he can find his likes and dislikes.

Since he is a baby im the drinking world, I can forsee you needing to bring anti-hangover medicine, whether it's the little drink or those dissolvable pills/chew type things. If he doesn't get those, he's definitely gonna be complaining the next day that he's dying, probably throws up a few times and has zero appetite. He'd probably feel dehydrated as fuck and want to chug the shit out of several glasses of water, but the migraine and upset stomach he's got is preventing him from doing so. Thus, he'd have to settle for a sip at a time and he's gonna be miserable as hell for the entire day, maybe even the day after that.

It really kills his tough guy personality, and I think it's cute. :)

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Masterlist: Initial D Headcanons

Links to all Headcanons for Initial D characters.

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Favourite Body Part

First Date

Hogwarts House Edition

Lingerie Shopping

Flinching During an Argument

Beach Date

Sleeping Together

First Kiss

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Which of these categories do you think the boys would be in:

1. fan of car sex

2. is fine with it if it’s not his own car

3. will not do it in a car

This is a good one, heheh.

1. Fans of car sex, both in it and on it:

Takeshi, Shingo, Keisuke, Kyoichi.

Takumi, Ryosuke, and the SpeedStars gang would have to be convinced before they do it. I feel like Ryosuke would come around to the idea faster than the others, though for modesty, he'd stick to keeping it more inside the car.

I feel like the SpeedStars, mainly Iketani and Kenji would try it once to see what's like, but would probably prefer elsewhere, though I do see Kenji becoming an enjoyer of it, just not all the time.

2. Fine with it if it's not their car:

I had to read this a couple times, but I'm going to assume it's them being cool with car sex specifically if it's not in their car.

Either way, I feel like they'd all prefer to have intimacy in familiar settings and areas that make them and you comfy, so if your man and you had to get a rental or something, or borrow a friend's car, I doubt any of the guys would want to "disrespect" the use of it like that.

Though, I do feel like Shingo wouldn't care as much since the man's always fuckin horny, but he'd definitely prefer the EG.

3. Will not do it in a car:

I see more of the SpeedStars and Takumi preferring to do it at home over a car since that means being more "in public" instead of the privacy of your bedroom and house. Same with Ryosuke, I feel like he and Takumi specifically have more of that traditional romance aspect where they wanna do it right and prefer keeping it that way, but like I said, they could be convinced to fuck in the car but it'll be rare occurrences, most likely if they're pent up with adrenaline from or before a race or during practice runs when they get worked up.