#❥ — takeshi!

[pinkmirth]

i found a reiner variant . . . let it be known that i won’t leave this man alone!

[scarletnakazato]

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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If you aren’t too busy, I’d like to request a Smokey x Reader headcanon list? 🫶 if you don’t write for him, you may delete this as you please 💚

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• completely enamored for you. is willing to die for you. • doesn't completely mind if he's gonna do something simple or mundane with you. any time spent with you is a day well spent for smokey! • frequent stargazing at night! • slow dancing in front of the fire with the gentle music humming from the radio. • smokey would be so happy to see you and lala get along well. • on nights smokey can't fall asleep, he'll turn his head and watch you sleep, smiling bringing a small face. • silently promising you a better life when all the chaos against kuryu is over while running his fingers through your hair. • offers to massage your back and shoulders after a long day. • likes to greet you in the morning with a short yet sweet kiss. gets pouty if you have to leave so early in the morning. • doesn't mind if you steal his jacket. in fact, smokey purposefully leaves it on his bed for you take and wear! • spontaneously re decorating his place with you. already has a space for you and your things! • cuddling together underneath soft and warm blankets by the fire with mugs of hot chocolate. • the other residents of nameless city also think of you as their child! • feeding and petting stray cats and dogs together while on a walk in the park. • when smokey knows you're not in the best of mood, he'll come to you with your favorite snacks or make you a cup of your favorite tea while wrapping you up in your blanket. • if he can't be with you because he has to attend a meeting, he'll either have P or Takeshi look after you. god forbids anyone, especially anyone from kuryu nor doubt coming after you. • has never really celebrated valentines day before, but he makes the effort to do so for you! and you can expect a picnic date by the lake. • either calls you by your name or love. • watching the sunset or sunrise together. • "when i'm with you, it feels like home."

[scarletnakazato]

Initial D Headcannons - Their Favourite Body Part

• All Initial D Characters x Reader • Word Count: 3,716. • Synopsis: In which small descriptions are made about the boys favourite part of Reader's, as well as Reader's favourite part of them.

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• Keisuke: He loves your thighs and how soft and smooth they are. He loves trailing his hands up and down them, the feeling of the soft muscles is very satisfying to him. He will definitely use them as a pillow if you two are on the couch watching TV or sitting on his bed as he lies on his back, head on your thighs reading one of the many car magazines he's collected. If you're both out driving somewhere, he will frequently put his hand on your thigh as he drives, after he's finished shifting gears.

• (Y/N): You have a huge weakness for Keisuke's back. The muscles he's packing under his shirt make you w e a k. The way those muscles ripple like smooth waves when he rolls his shoulders or stretches is almost hypnotizing. Surprisingly, they're also very soft. His aren't tense and constantly solid like someone who's always working out would be. You like to give him massages from time to time, especially after one of his races when the tension gets to him and his muscles are tight. You simply use it as a clever excuse to help him get rid of said tension but really, you're pretty much doing just to feel up those perfectly toned and defined, god-like muscles of his.

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• Ryosuke: Ryo is a man of class, so you can bet that he's gonna love your ass. Since he is a very professional person in all conditions, he won't hold your ass in public or even when you're both leaning against his car at a street race and it would be subtle. But when someone starts eyeing you up and tries flirting with you when you're not around Ryosuke, but in his general area where he can see you and this stranger, you can bet he's gonna get a bit possessive. As soon as you walk back to him and is in arm's length, he's got an arm wrapped around your waist and his hand is resting on the side of your ass. In more relaxed cases, when you both are chilling at his place watching a movie or sleeping together, he simply likes to rest a hand on top of it, maybe trace patterns lightly against it as well. He'll occasionally give it a light squeeze to which you normally just roll your eyes and giggle a bit.

• (Y/N): Ryosuke has some amazingly defined forearms that you can't help but stare at for hours. Watching him type on his laptop, you soon notice the small flexes his arms make when he moves them. Even better is when he's driving, and you get the pleasure of sitting in his FC as he does his rounds on Akagi. The sharp movements of turning the wheel and shifting gears gets those beautiful arms of his flexing full on. When his button up shirt sleeves are rolled up just past his elbows, you can bet that you're wetter than a freshmen college girl.

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• Takumi: Takumi has a soft spot for your hands. He loves the way your smooth, small fingers fit perfectly with his when interlocked together with his slightly bigger ones. His hands are soft too, but slightly rougher due to the deliveries and work at the gas station. He adores how gentle you are when you run your fingers through his hair, and anywhere else on him. He finds them very relaxing and comforting; like a safe spot to run to when you have nowhere else to go, and you know you'll be safe there.

• (Y/N): You adore his face. The entirety of it is simply perfect in your eyes. From his smooth eyebrows, sleepy doe eyes, button nose, to those small, soft lips of his. He was God's best creation. (And we all know Bunta is God.) You ended up getting a habit of spacing out like Takumi, but to stare at his face instead of thinking of nothing. Anytime the two of you are alone, you enjoy trailing your fingers along his features and trace the outlines. He always has a blush on his adorable cheeks when you do it, but certainly never complains.

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• Takeshi: Takeshi is a man of culture and loves all of you as a whole. But if he had to pick one thing he loves the most about your body, it would have to be your thighs. They're just so soft. Your hips would be a very close second for him, since he always has a hand resting on one and when laying down his arms are wrapped around them. What gets him giddy the most is when he lays on his stomach between your legs, his face half buried in one of your thighs with arms wrapped securely around your lower hips. You can guarantee that this man is the happiest in the world during this moment.

• (Y/N): Takeshi likes to wear those long, loose collared shirts that goes down past his hips and hides his upper figure besides his arms. He's got some sexy defined arms, sure, but it's what he's got under his shirt that's truly heavenly. In the rare moments you're alone with him and he takes his shirt off, you're basically drooling in milliseconds. This man has a godly set of abs and a sinfully delicious v-line. You would shamelessly feel up his stomach and trace the V along his hips until your finger reached the waistband of his pants. This act normally resulted in the two of you doing some delectably sinful things in bed for quite a few hours.

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• Shingo: This man is a hips kind of guy. With your hips, he gets a thigh and ass combo out of it. You can be sure that Shingo will touch all three of them as much as he can. Otherwise he "just might die" if you don't let him. He's a very proud guy and loves to show off, that includes you. At a street race, he'll hold your thigh if you are sitting on the hood of his car. If you're both leaning on the side, he's holding your hip, and if you're both standing completely, yep, your ass. You've given up at telling him not to do it so much in front of people, but he always retorts back with, "Just showing them all that you're mine, babe" and his signature cocky smirk.

• (Y/N): You got a sweet spot for his arms. He's got some finely toned and defined forearms, and his biceps are hella packed with muscle. You love seeing him cross his arms, watching them flex as he does so and staying tight once settled in their position. Just imagining the feeling of them being wrapped around you tightly and feeling the small ripple of the muscles moving on your skin is enough to make you weak in the knees. He knows the effect it has on you and give you a smirk that moves his nose a cute way. There's something about his nose that you like, you can't just put your finger on what it is.

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• Itsuki: This innocent boy absolutely adores your mouth; more specifically, your smile. Every time you smile, and your cheeks lift up a bit, his entire world brightens up. The little crease under your eyes and on the bridge of your nose, makes him want to drop to his knees and praise God for your existence. When your bright white teeth make their appearance from behind your soft lips, he wonders how he ever landed such an angel like you.

• (Y/N): You love Itsuki's hands. He's naturally a very sweet and gentle guy so you'd obviously know his hands would be just as gentle with you. His hands were fairly soft, often moisturized as well. The work at the gas station has roughened his palms up a little bit, but you liked the feeling of both textures.

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• Iketani: Koichiro is obsessed with your hair. The way your silky soft locks flow in the breeze and reflect the light of the sun make this man s i m p for you. If you have long hair, he loves running his fingers through it and even brushes it from time to time just see to see the smooth waves of silk. When you have your hair pinned up with clips and pins, he always asks to take them out when the day is over, and you no longer need them in. He loves undoing any braids you have just to feel the softness of the hair that was tangled together in such a beautiful way. If you have short hair or are sporting a tomboy look, where you barely need to brush it at all or have no need for clips and pins, he loves the way it fits your facial structure and compliments it at the same time. You and him will play with hair gel and put the short strands in wacky places to stand up funny.

• (Y/N): You love how Iketani's hands are calloused and well worked. With how much he works on his car, they roughened up quite a bit. His arms are also a great thing to feel. He's very in shape and his arms have great proof of that. You like to stop by at the gas station occasionally to watch him work on his car a bit and when he replaces his S13's tires, your eyes gleam at being able to see his arms lift up the wheels, his rough hands holding onto them as he puts it back on the car.

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• Kenji: Kenji is a sucker for your waist. He loves how the curves of it accent your body's figure. This man will hold onto your waist with both arms forever if he could. But most of time he has to settle for just one arm going around the side. He like to give it small squeezes from time to time just to feel the softness of your side muscles and move his hand up and down repeating the process.

• (Y/N): Kenji's hair is definitely your favourite. The style of how its cut and his side bangs fit him oh so perfectly. It super soft, too! You have a habit of purposely messing his hair up and having the strands stick out in every direction. He cheeks turn pink when you do it and tells you to stop, but you both know he loves it. (It's why he doesn't fight it. He knows his fate.) With his messy hair and blushing cheeks, he is so much cuter!

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• Kenta: This boy loves your arms. Especially when they're wrapped around him. You give great hugs and the feeling of your arms is always very stress-relieving and calming to him. He likes to run his hands up and down them slowly as he hugs you from behind, his nose buried in your hair, taking in the nice scent. If you're both laying together, he will happily be the little spoon if it means he gets to feel your arms wrapped tightly around him.

• (Y/N): Kenta loves getting his tans, but sometimes if he's in the sun too long, he gets tan lines where his clothes covered his skin. And boy, do you love those tan lines on his shoulders when he wears tank tops. His shoulders and top part of his chest are dark, as well as part of his collarbones and upper back, but the light shades of skin that replicate the straps of his tank top compared to his darker tone, is hot as hell to you.

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• Kyoichi: This man, is an ass man. He will 100% hold your ass square on at all times. You can bet said ass that he's gonna have a firm grip on it at races. You're a gorgeous lady and a lot of people notice you. Kyoichi would be damned if some other guy sparked your interest and you left him for them. So, to prevent that, he shows the people who you belong to. You like to steal his jackets and wear them almost everywhere as well, making him happier, but he doesn't outwardly show that. It gives him reassurance that you want to be as close to him as possible and no one else. But that isn't stopping Emperor Kyoichi from holding his woman's ass like the proud man he is.

• (Y/N): Kyoichi has some hella good muscles. Your particular favourite would have to be his thighs. When the two of you get going with your sinful delights and he slips his thigh in between yours, the strong muscles rubbing and flexing against yours as he leans on it gets you h o t. When his arms work their magic as well, holding you firmly and keeping you still, the definition and sharpness of them just intensifies that heat your already feeling.

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• Rin: The oldest Hojo brother loves the curve of your hips up to your waist. The feeling of your soft skin gracing his hands as he trails them over your sides, gently and smoothly. He likes to leave soft kisses on the side of your hips and waist while having a secure hold on your other side. With all the hardships in his life and the pain he's dealt with for many years, your presence alone had brought a new light of life to him. He started to see the beauty in things again and that's thanks to you.

• (Y/N): Rin has some lovely hands. They are thin and long, a bit calloused, probably from holding the steering wheel of his GT-R roughly often and when he works on it. When the two of lay in bed together you like to hold both of his hands in yours and trace them and small shapes on his palms. He always wears a small smile as he watches you take great interest in his hands. When you notice he's watching you, you ruffle up his long soft locks a bit to which he groans in slight protest but lets you do it anyway. He's a huge softie whether he's gonna admit it or not.

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• Go: The younger Hojo bro hands down, is a tits man. He just loves your boobs beyond all rational reason. When alone, he will lay his head on your upper chest just under your chin and shamelessly stare straight at your cleavage. He likes to massage them a bit because it "keeps them in a perfect state" according to him, seeming to believe that if boobs are massaged routinely, they will be in peak condition. "I don't think that's how it works" you'd tell him, but he'd simply shrug and continue doing his thing. This man has no shame.

• (Y/N): There are a few things you dearly love about Go, consisting greatly of his broad shoulders and silky hair in that sexy style he always wears it in. You even have a little spot for that small mole just above his lip. Something about it fits him so well and makes him just a bit sexier. You can't deny though, the feeling of his strong shoulders gets you giddy every time you touch them. When he carries you on his back you love to rest your head on one of those godly shoulders and thrive in the salvation that they give you.

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• Wataru: Wataru loves your distinct facial features more than anything. Everything about your face is unique even if the differences are small to barely noticeable. He loves your cheekbones and the smooth arch of the bridge of your nose. His smooth, slim fingers trailing ever so softly along your face and leaving light, loving kisses on your soft lips, nose, cheeks, and jaw. If this boy can kiss you everywhere, he will.

• (Y/N): Your favourite part on Wataru is his eyes. The shape of them are slim and sharp, making them stand out the most. He looks even hotter when he's pissed. His eyes narrowing down, and the ends of his eyebrows become pointed, hot damn. If he was still mad about whatever pissed him off earlier, you can bet there's a good chance you're in for some rough sex.

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• Nobuhiko: This genius has a love for your back. He adores the curves it holds and the dip that follows your spine. Your shoulder blades are smooth and relaxed, your lower back is curvy and perfection in his eyes. When he's stressed or worked up about something, he has a habit of resting his head on the middle of your back, arms wrapped around your waist. Part of his chest may also be on top of you, but the little bit of his weight is quite comforting.

• (Y/N): His neck is one hell of a sweet spot for you. His Adam's apple only makes you weaker. The way it moves up and down when he swallows or talks with that rich voice of his, is a glorious thing. The muscles on the side of his neck are a bit noticeable and a line on each side makes a long V down to his clavicle. It's gorgeous and you love leaving kisses and light bite marks on it. On a nonphysical part of him, his glasses are another weak spot. His hair only pairs together with the slightly nerdy look he's sporting, and it fits him amazingly. He knows you love it and when he reads, he'll slide his glasses down slowly over time without you noticing until they're resting on the tip of his nose. When you realize where they're at and how you can see his eyes not covered by glasses, you can't help but blush and wear a cheesy smile. He's so cute with and without them!

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• Mako: Mako is a wholesome girl, hands down. She definitely loves your face and how every part of it makes you, you. Every curve and sharp definition of your jaw, to the shape and colour of your eyes is astounding in her eyes. The way your hair style compliments your facial structure and other features blending right in is another soft spot to her. You can bet she'll trace the outlines of your face and run her fingers through or along your hair when you're both alone.

• (Y/N): To you, Mako has some gorgeous hair. Those long reddish-brown locks that softly sway in the breeze is mesmerizing. She could put her hair in any style, and it will always look beautiful. Her bangs somehow make her both look cuter and hotter at the same time. She would easily fall asleep if you run your fingers through her hair long enough, as well. (Which probably won't take long at all.)

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• Sayuki: Sayuki is a lady who knows what she likes and she sure as hell has a thing for your stomach. The way your muscles define its shape and give off a small ripple of movement when they tense up, gets her all heated up. If you're packing some abs, you can guarantee she will feel you up as much as possible. She'll always give compliments about how perfect they are and how the shape of you is so damn perfect.

• (Y/N): Let's be real, Sayuki is packing a rack. As soon as you took interest in her, you became a tits kind of person. She's a very confident lady who loves to show off her body shape. When she wears tank tops or dresses that show off a lot a bit of her cleavage, you're most likely staring with no shame. (You're just like Go, honestly.) She'll most likely roll her eyes, put on a smirk and say something along the lines of, "See something you like?" If you're alone together you'd most likely say something like, "Hell yeah I do." If it's in a public setting with a lot of people around and someone notices, your answer might be a bit more shy -if you get a bit embarrassed in public-, which might come out as, "uhh, well, m-maybe? .... Y-yeah."

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• Mika: Mika loves your forearms. Since she plays golf a lot it requires a lot of arm usage, thus you can be sure that she'd take notice in yours. She'd always hook her arm around yours when you both are walking together or sitting close. If you two are watching TV on the couch, she'll lean into you and gently hold your arm as she cuddles up with you. She'll give them small massages and rub them up and down unconsciously as well, loving the feel of those muscles.

• (Y/N): Again, since Mika is a golf player, it not only requires a lot of arm work, but upper body as well. She's got some lovely curves, and slightly defined places along her upper body from the time she's spent on practicing her postures. Going to the beach with her is definitely a treat since those gorgeous curves will be showing the whole time and reflecting water droplets which never fails to get you staring.

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• Kaori: Kaori is a wholesome girl so she's going to love every part of you, and it would have to be your personality. It's not a physical part of you, but she deserves an exception. She loves hearing everything you talk about passionately and what your dreams of the future are. She's very supportive and encouraging to urge you further to achieve those dreams. She loves every aspect of you and even if you have differences and things you don't have in common with each other, she'll be there for you every step of the way.

• (Y/N): This beautiful lady has some gorgeous curly hair. It's silky smooth and very shiny. Anytime she would stand out in the sun, you'd think she's a goddess with how it shines and fits her entire being so... perfectly. It frames her face in just the right way, compliments her skin tone, and the bit of makeup that she wears, beautifully. Running your fingers through it feels like an ocean of silk.

[scarletnakazato]

Initial D Headcannons: First Date

• All Initial D Characters x Reader • Word Count: 1,826. • Synopsis: Headcannons of the lovely boys and girls, and where you both go on your first date.

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• Keisuke: This Takahashi isn't fancy like his brother so you can bet your first date with him will be at a street race. He promises he's not the one participating in it and asks where you want to chill at. He'll suggest the best corner to see the opportunity of an overtake, but if you want to sit somewhere specific, he's more than happy to comply. If you both end up at the best corner, he'll be happy lil' boy and most likely have his leg bouncing in anticipation when the cars get closer. It's quite cute hearing him talk about who's going to win and make the pass around the corner and then puff up proudly when he's right.

• Ryosuke: Now this is a fancy Takahashi. Without fail, I'm sure you all know this man will go all out to make your first date with him quite the experience. He'd ask you out to a restaurant, not stating specifically which one, and especially not if it's high end. If you mention you don't know what to wear, or don't have a dress you feel would be good enough for the occasion, you'll see a brand new one delivered to you first thing in the morning on the day of your date. Ryosuke would pick you up at the exact time he said, open and close the car door for you and let you pick what side of the table you want to sit at. He'd get fancy wine and cover the bill, not evening blinking an eye at your mention of the most outrageous prices you've ever seen. He'd only give you that suave smile and little head tilt to convince you to let him pay for it all.

• Takumi: If there's one thing this tofu boy is good at delivering, it's an ecstatic you to the beach. He could've sworn for a minute that your smile was the sun, seeing how bright it was as you looked at the sparkling ocean before you. Not many things can get Takumi to smile so easily, but that was definitely one of them. When you take off your clothes that covered your swimsuit, his face and ears turn red and he becomes a stuttering mess while trying to avoid eye contact. It takes him a solid few minutes to regain his composure, but once you pull him over to the water or have him help you make objects and shapes in the sand, he's back to normally pretty quickly.

• Takeshi: For everyone's favourite GT-R baby, he'd take you to a car meet in Tokyo for your first date. It's packed with all sorts of cars, builds, and unique styles. Takeshi clearly likes to hang around the GT-R section and he gets caught up talking with a few guys who own them for a few minutes, before shyly scratching the back of his head and apologizing to you with a blush. If the meet ends around noon, since some start early morning, he'd probably also take you to some nearby anime stores to look at manga.

• Shingo: He's taking you to a... pub? Okay... You thought this date wasn't going to go well, but you both ended up hitting it off great. You each had a few drinks but it was only three light and I mean r e a l l y light beers in, and this dude was fuckin' plastered. Seeing Shingo as such a lightweight was definitely a surprise and quite funny in the process seeing as how he struggled so much to form a proper sentence, stand on his own and he kept falling asleep. He's a weird guy, sure, but he definitely won't leave you bored.

• Itsuki: Mr. Lonely Driver ain't so lonely anymore, huh? Anyway, this hopeless romantic drives you up to lake Akina where you spend an hour or two boating around the lake and feeding the lil' fish that swim around you. After that he takes you around to Akagi and maybe even Myogi if there's enough time. He even let you drive his 8-5 down Akagi pass and that made him simp for you that much more.

• Iketani: This sweetie takes you out to a beachside restaurant and he can't get over how amazing you look in your sundress and how the wind makes your hair blow so beautifully, and- oh crap you caught him staring at you like that again. He chuckled nervously for the fourth time and apologized. You easily brushed it off and liked how much he was into you, turning said words into a cheeky response that made him blush before the both of you took a nice walk along the shoreline at sunset.

• Kenji: He'll take you out for some driving around the city and stop at shops and other places you see along the way. It's mainly window shopping or at least looking around the place before leaving, but the both of you did get some neat looking stuff from several stores. He'd take you to his favourite restaurant for lunch before the both of you went back to hunting for goodies.

• Kenta: The man loves his tans and what's a better way to get them than at the beach? He does have some nice tan lines occasionally if he wears a tank-top in the sun for long periods of time, but he likes to keep it even as much as possible. You'd both have water fights in the ocean, help him build a sand version of his car, and maybe even make a sand pit to sit in and cool off.

• Kyoichi: The Emperor isn't exactly one for stereotypical dates, so you'd end up with him taking you out for a late-night coffee and chat with him on his home course or chill in an empty parking lot. He might even take you to one of the late-night car meets if one happens to line up with the night of your date. If you're both on Irohazaka, you might have the chance of getting him to race down the pass for you. If you ask nicely, that is. He is Emperor after all.

• Rin: Our second favourite GT-R boy would meet you at a park where there's a bunch of colourful koi fish swimming around. If you met him before Kaori, he'd be a real sweet and romantic guy. If you met him after Kaori, he'd be more on the quiet side, try to keep his attention on you and try not to be so depressed that it leaves a bad impression. He's trying his best at being a good date and all he needs is a little push in the right direction and some affection to top it off for him. He can be a real wholesome boy though.

• Goū: The younger Hojo bro would definitely take you to those almost secret midnight car meets. He'd try to impress you with his NSX and give some loud revving when he drives you both into the parking complex so it echoes. His car is an attention grabber, especially with its vibrant red paint and he's mentally hoping that the attention he's getting from his car only adds to the attraction you have for him. He pays attention to you the whole time and follows you around the complex, answering any questions you have about the cars you're currently looking at. It's pretty attractive how he has so much car knowledge and barely needs to think about your question before answering it.

• Wataru: Taru would be more on the adventurous side and take you to some small, almost hidden shrines around the city or along a forest path. You'd both check out street-side shops, seeing what they have to offer, and overall explore everything you could in a day. He's a super considerate guy and is really sweet, always taking your words into consideration and listening to everything you say.

• Nobuhiko: You both met at a library, so you can bet your first date would be at another. Both being bookworms to some degree, you could easily talk about all sorts of books from almost any genre. If you bumped into him in the car section of the library, that alone would be the main lead of your conversations. If you came across him from some other section, it's most likely because you saw him before hand and decided he was too cute to pass up so you ran into him on 'accident'. You'd tell him about that later and he'd give a light chuckle and shake of his head that made his cute poofy hair fluff around a bit.

• Mako: Your first date with the Sil-eighty driver would be at a fancy, but not overly fancy restaurant. You'd both have outside seats on a nice evening, the small candle on the centre of the table would light up her features subtly, but it made her all the more gorgeous. She would start off as shy until you both found a topic she easily relaxed into, and that's where you both hit it off great.

• Sayuki: This wild child is obviously a beach babe. She'd want to spend as much time in the water as possible with small breaks in between. She'd buy a new swim suit specifically for the date and want to impress you with her form. If there's a waterpark next to the beach, you'd already be feeling your arm being tugged in that direction as she happily exclaimed her excitement.

• Kyoko: The rotary babe would love to be taken to a street race as her first date with you. Your entire conversation up until the cars race past you would be about, well, the race itself. The occasional questions of where both of your interests in cars came to be would be asked and her eyes would sparkle with such happiness if you told her you owned an RX-7 as well.

• Mika: Best girl Mika would be the one to confidently ask you on a date to the beach. At some point during the date, she would squat down to the sand and murmur to herself about getting the golf ball out of the sandpit and what angle it would need to be hit at to get it out properly. Once she came out of her daze and realized you were watching with an amused expression she would blush and try to play it off while avoiding eye contact.

• Kaori: You'd take lovely Kaori on an early evening date to a restaurant before walking with her along a brightly lit up park with cherry blossoms. Several other couples would be walking around and she'd lightly mention at how great of an idea this was as she happily looked around at the scenery and other couples enjoying themselves. She'd hug your arm a little tighter and lean into you a little more as you continued down the path.

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Initial D Masterlist

Links to separate masterlists for each character in Initial D.

Date Last Updated: 2nd of April, 2024.

Newest Work(s): Shingo Shoji - Love Killer, Saturday Night Fever, & Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping.

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Headcanons

Keisuke Takahashi

Ryosuke Takahashi

Takumi Fujiwara

Takeshi Nakazato

Shingo Shoji

Itsuki Takeuchi

Koichiro Iketani

Kenji

Kyoichi Sudo

Rin Hojo

Go Hojo

Wataru Akiyama

Nobuhiko Akiyama

Bunta Fujiwara

Mako Sato

Sayuki

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Takeshi & Keisuke - Falling Into My Heart

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader x Keisuke Takahashi | Love Triangle | (Keisuke's Ending Here!) | (Takeshi's Ending Here!) • Word Count: 10,671. • Synopsis: In which the life long best friend of a certain GT-R racer holds hidden feelings for him but his sudden interest in Shingo's childhood friend leaves her feeling sad and jealous, which doesn't go unnoticed by a blonde FD racer who, after spending time with her, both start to gain feelings for each other. Will the girl end up choosing her best friend, or the blonde she had also come to love?

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Takeshi and (Y/N) have known each other since their first year in elementary school. They have been stuck together like glue ever since. However, when they both started high school, (Y/N) fell for Takeshi pretty hard. She was too nervous and scared to talk to him about it, in fear that he wouldn't feel the same. Even so, she still stuck by him and kept her true feelings to herself. Their lives continued on like normal, except for one small little detail. A detail that (Y/N) does not know about, nor has it yet happened.

Takeshi's taken interest in Sayuki from Impact Blue. Will this be the little push she needs to confess her feelings to her best friend, or will she come to accept they will be nothing more than that and move on to loving someone else?

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"Hey, Takeshi?"

"What's up?" he glanced at (Y/N) before focusing back on the GT-R's engine.

"Who are these Emperor guys we're going to see tonight?" (Y/N) asked curiously as she sat on some spare tires in the garage.

"Their team consists of only Lan-Evos. They go around prefectures to race against the local teams on their home courses. My best guess is that they want to prove they're the superior team and above others. It's like they have an Evo complex and have to be the best. They already beat our ass on Myogi. One of the guys has a knack for taking the opponent's sticker, cutting it, then putting it on his car's wing upside down. He's got ours added to his collection too." Takeshi explained with an annoyed expression.

"Well, someone will beat them eventually. Maybe the 8-6 will tonight! That'll teach them." (Y/N) hopefully exclaimed.

He nodded in agreement and said, "If Fujiwara can't beat them, I don't know who can. That kid is unnatural."

As Takeshi continued working on the R32, him and (Y/N) made small talk, and she occasionally handed him tools and various parts he needed for the car. She had spaced out at some point and thought of telling Takeshi how she felt about him, but it doesn't feel like the right time yet. Takeshi noticed she looked like she wanted to say something but kept reconsidering.

"Something on your mind?" he nudged her shoulder. He played around with some parts on the table that stood next to the tires she is sitting on.

"Uh, not really. Just thinking." (Y/N) shook her head a bit. Takeshi raised an eyebrow and looked at her unconvinced.

"You know you can talk to me about anything."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just trying to figure this out for myself first, then I'll tell you." The tone of her voice made it clear she finally decided on what to do. Takeshi smiled to himself and shook his head lightly. She's a stubborn one when she wants to be.

"Hey, do you know what time it is?" he questioned as he moved over to the black GT-R.

"Time for you to get a watch, mister." (Y/N) smirked when he gave her an unimpressed expression. She checked her phone.

"Six-thirty."

"Thanks. Do you want to grab a bite to eat before we head over to Akina?"

"Ooh, yeah, I'm starving." Nodding eagerly, she stood up and stretched.

"Good, let's head out. I just finished." Closing the hood of the car, he grabbed the keys. (Y/N) clapped and skipped to the outside of the garage. Takeshi got in and backed the car out. She closed the garage door and hopped into the passenger seat. Once settled, they left Takeshi's place and headed out.

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They talked along the way, making the trip fly by a lot faster. Pulling into a small restaurant, they got out of the 3-2 and went inside. As the two of them ordered and ate their food, they talked about cars and races. A typical topic to talk about for car enthusiasts if you ask me.

(Y/N) checked the time on her phone again. "Hey, Tak, it's 8:15. Should we head up to Akina?"

He nodded and put his drink down. "Sure. I'm ready when you are." Both getting up at the same time, the paid for the food at the counter then left. Back in the 3-2, they headed for Akina. On the way up, a lot of people were already there on the sidelines. It was almost a never-ending wall of people. I guess these Emperor guys are popular. Especially since the 8-6 is racing them.

Staring out the passenger window as her thoughts rolled around in her head, she thought about what these Lan-Evo guys were like and if Fujiwara would win. Soon enough, Takeshi and (Y/N) reached the top of Akina. The Emperors were already there and the 8-6... was not.

Maybe he likes to show up fashionably late on purpose. (Y/N) smiled a bit in amusement. She noticed all the other local teams came to watch as well. The rest of the NightKids, the SpeedStars, and even the RedSuns. Takeshi parked the car next to his team and they both got out.

"Hey guys." He greeted his team and they did the same in return. (Y/N) hung around the guys for while just listening to their conversations. Sometime later, Shingo came around with a girl following him. He exchanged some words with the team before introducing her.

"This is Sayuki. She's a childhood friend of mine." He nodded his head in her direction.

"Hi there." She smiled to the guys and it made (Y/N) feel uneasy. She was wearing a tight tank top, short skirt, and heels as well.

"Uh, hey." Takeshi slightly raised a hand and had a small blush on his cheeks. As everyone else was talking with Sayuki, (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling of something. What was it? She doesn't know. All she knows is she doesn't like the reaction Takeshi had.

What if he ends up liking her? Surely, he can't be interested in someone who's that adamant for attention. She would just go around and play him when she gets bored. (Y/N)'s expression turned to a slight frown as she let her thoughts run rampant. The more and more she thought about this girl, the more of that feeling she got. Is she jealous? (Y/N) never gets jealous; or so she thought.

She brought her gaze to Takeshi. He wasn't blushing anymore, but he was definitely looking at Sayuki with what appears to be interest. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Takeshi looked over to (Y/N).

"What's up? Are you alright?" he noticed the expression she wore.

"I'm okay, just a bit bored. I'm going to go look at some other cars here and talk with some friends for a little while." She spoke.

"Okay, you know where I'll be." Takeshi smiled and gave her a side hug. She smiled and returned the hug before heading off. (Y/N) slowly made her way around looking at cars she's only really seen from far away. She eventually made her way to her friends in the SpeedStars. Looks like Fujiwara showed up already.

"Hi guys." She waved to the four guys.

"Why hello there, lovely lady, how are you this fine evening?" Itsuki said first with a grin on his face.

"I'm alright. How are you guys doing?"

"We're good, just nervous about the race. These Emperor guys aren't playing around." Kenji said with a worried expression. As (Y/N) talked with the guys, Takumi was completely spaced out with that blank look on his face.

I wish I could do that to pass the time quickly. She thought to herself. She eventually parted ways with the SpeedStars and went back to the NightKids. Halfway through walking back she noticed how intrigued Takeshi was. Her face went sullen and she decided to walk somewhere else.

She went to a guardrail and sat down, facing the road and everyone else. Bringing her legs up to her chest, she rested her chin on her knees. I figured this would happen at some point. All because I'm too scared to tell Takeshi I like him. Now he is finding someone he seems interested in and what can I do about it? I don't want to ruin anything for him; I'd hate myself if I did that. But I don't want him with anyone else, as selfish as that sounds. She glared at Sayuki as she mentally talked to herself. She was too distracted doing that and didn't realize someone walked up to her.

"Hey." (Y/N) was nudged on the shoulder with something. Looking to her right she saw a good-looking guy with spiky, dirty blonde hair holding a small can of coffee out to her.

"Hi." She brought her gaze to his meet his.

"Coffee? You look like you could use it." He motioned it towards her a little more.

"Uh, sure. Thank you." (Y/N) took the can and opened it. Isn't he from the RedSuns? He looks familiar. As if the man could read her mind, he spoke.

"I'm Keisuke Takahashi, I'm with the Akagi RedSuns." He sat down next to her and held his hand out. Ah-huh, so it is him. (Y/N) took his hand and shook it.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I have no car or a team so, I don't race." She replied awkwardly and he chuckled.

"I see that. You came with Nakazato, right?" Keisuke took a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah." She answered shortly, remembering what she was jealous of and took a sip of coffee as well.

"You look like you're planning someone's death. Is it his, or the chick he's talking with?"

This guy read through (Y/N) like a book. "As of right now, hers. The way she's dressed and looking at him makes me uneasy. I don't like it." Resting her chin back on her knees, (Y/N) stares at the girl with such intensity she could burst into flames. I wish she would right now.

"Are you and Nakazato dating?" Keisuke questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I wish.

"No, we're not. We've been best friends since elementary school and have stuck together ever since," she paused for a moment, "But now... I think that might start to fade." Her voice cracked and her eyes began to get watery with tears. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself down, (Y/N) felt an arm wrap around her shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze.

She tilted her head enough to see Keisuke through her hair. He had a sympathetic expression as he looked down at her then it changed to an annoyed one when he looked towards Takeshi. He kept quiet, rubbing her arm in an up and downward motion comfortingly. The two of them sat together, drinking their coffee in silence.

The race between Takumi and Emperor had already started was nearly finished. (Y/N) and Keisuke finished their coffee as someone announced that Takumi had won the battle. Some people cheered and others did not. Everyone started to head home now that it was over.

Keisuke was the first to stand and held his hand out for (Y/N). Taking it, he helped her up.

"Thanks." She gave him a small smile and he did the same.

"Mhmm."

"I'm going to head back. Thank you for the hanging out – and the coffee." She added.

"Yeah, no problem (Y/N). I'm sure things will work itself out for you." He gave her a nod and went back to his car and team. She nodded to herself as she walked over to Takeshi.

Only he wasn't there; none of his team was either. He's gone? He left already? Stopping in her tracks, surprise plastered on her features as her eyes glistened with sadness.

"Keisuke." Ryosuke nudged him.

"Yeah?" he looked to his brother who was pointing behind him. Keisuke turned around and saw (Y/N) standing in place. She was staring where Nakazato is- well, was. Where the hell is he? He didn't actually leave her here, did he? He looked around for the black GT-R, but it was nowhere to be found. What the hell? The bastard actually did.

Keisuke let out an angry "Hmph" and got into his yellow FD, starting it up. He drove over to (Y/N), rolling down his driver side window. "Hey." (Y/N) slowly turned her head to look at him. "Hop in; I'll take you home." Keisuke softened his tone. She nodded absentmindedly; her shoulders drooping as she walked to the other side of the car. Passing in front of the headlights, her sad features and glassy tears were illuminated by the light for a moment.

The passenger door opened with a soft click and she got in. (Y/N) was careful not to slam it shut, then buckled herself in quietly. Keisuke pulled out onto the road and followed it down the mountain pass.

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The car ride was silent, minus the occasional turbo whistles coming from the FD. As they neared the bottom of the pass, Keisuke was almost too nervous to ask for directions to get (Y/N) home, but she piped up when they reached the first stop light.

"Right." Keisuke turned. "Go straight for a while." He continued on and they drove through the outskirts of Shibukawa until they got to Nakajuku, the city Takeshi and (Y/N) lived in. It's almost in the middle of all the major places like Myogi, Akina, and Shibukawa.

"Left at this light." (Y/N) suddenly spoke and Keisuke almost jumped. The light turned green and he turned the corner. "Right at the first road then another right into the apartment complex." She said quietly, but it was loud enough to hear clearly. Keisuke pulled the car into the complex and his first thought when his headlights lit up the building was: It looks a bit shabby and in bad condition. It's small as hell, too.

"Thank you, Keisuke." (Y/N) hesitated a moment before saying his name, like she was going to say Takeshi out of habit. She unbuckled herself and got out of the FD.

"Wait! Uh, here, take this." He reached into the glovebox and grabbed a small piece of paper and a pen, scribbling something down. He handed it to (Y/N) and said, "If you need anything, call me." He smiled reassuringly. She returned the smile with a soft one and took the paper. Keisuke stayed until he saw her walk through her apartment door safely, before backing out and leaving.

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"So, Takeshi. How would you personally want to ask her out?" Sayuki took a sip of her coffee.

"I don't know, really. There's a lot of ways I'd do it, but I at least want to do it in some kind of nice setting, I suppose. That's why I'm asking you. I know (Y/N) pretty damn well but I don't know what she'd like for this kind of thing." Takeshi drummed his finger on the table as he explained.

"Well, for me and a lot of girls, we do like romantic settings. Of course, we all have different preferences on how we define romantic. Normally, you would think of a fancy restaurant or a walk on the beach, but she might find a road trip or street race to be her vision of romantic." He nodded and thought about what Sayuki was telling him.

You would think I'd know exactly what (Y/N) likes, but this is a little nerve-racking. What if I mess something up or it's not up to her expectation of a perfect date? Hell, what if she doesn't want to date me at all and just stay as friends?

Sayuki snapped her fingers in front of Takeshi, pulling him from his thoughts. "Earth to Takeshi, are you even listening? Do you want advice or not?" Leaning back, she crossed her arms.

"Yeah, sorry. Just thinking of possibilities."

"How about this, why don't you take her out places? Dedicate a weekend to go somewhere different, see new things, go out for food, then ask her out. Pay attention to her expressions and tone of voice. You'll know she's happy when you see it. If she's having a great time and likes being around you for this sort of thing, I'm sure she'd love to go out with you. Popping the question after everything you two did would make her day."

"Yeah. That actually sounds rather good. I like that, a lot." Sighing a bit in relief, he now had a good idea of how to ask her out. Now all I need is to figure out what (Y/N) would want to do for a weekend. Maybe go to Tokyo? "I just have to figure out what she would want to do, make a list, then put it into effect."

"Don't just ask her what she'd love to do on a weekend straight forward. That'll ruin the surprise. You got to make it subtle. Listen to the little details, and any additions she mentions. Say she wants to go see a popular landmark in the city but then mentions there is a little shop she heard of close by that she's wanted to visit. Take her to both." Sayuki took another sip of coffee. Takeshi nodded and hummed in agreement. They sat in silence for a minute before he asked, "Hey, what time is it?"

She checked her watch. "Eleven-thirty."

"Hmm. The race is probably done by now- Shit!"

"What?" she raised an eyebrow as he panicked.

"I left (Y/N) on the mountain." He looked at Sayuki with wide eyes. "I was too distracted trying to make things better and I forgot the one person I'm trying to impress. Damn it Takeshi, you're a dumbass." He said to himself as he panicked.

"Nice going, hotshot. Well don't just sit there, go get her. I'll call Mako to pick me up, don't worry about it." She waved him off, and he left right away.

Shit, shit, shit. God, I'm so sorry (Y/N). Takeshi tried calling her as he quickly moved to the 3-2. She didn't answer. Either her phone is off, on silent, she's got a ride home and is sleeping, or she's missing. Fuck, I hope it's not that last one. Takeshi drove to Akina as fast as possible and sped up more once he reached the bottom of the course.

He reached the top of the mountain and saw no one there. The man tried calling again and still nothing. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Where are you, (Y/N)? he called three more times before driving back down Akina and heading to her apartment.

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Parking and shutting the car off, Takeshi ran up the stairs to (Y/N)'s door. He knocked, but not too loudly to wake everyone else. When a couple minutes passed and there was no answer, Takeshi looked through the keys on the keychain and found the one to her door. He unlocked it and went in. They gave each other the keys to their places so they could come over any time and if there was ever an emergency - like right now.

Shutting the door quietly, Takeshi flipped a light on in the living room. With no one there, he walked to (Y/N)'s room; it was closed. He quietly opened it and walked in. He immediately sighed in relief, leaning his head back against the door and whispered, "Oh, thank god." The light from the window dimly shined on her face.

Takeshi silently moved over to (Y/N) and kneeled down next to her. Gently, he weaved his fingers through hers and brought another hand to her face. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, he noticed the faint line of dried tears than ran down them. He winced at the thought of him being the cause of that.

Takeshi moved his hand from her cheek to her hair and gently moved his fingers through it to not wake her. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers for a moment before leaving a light kiss on it. He brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it as well before quietly standing back up.

He went back to the living room, grabbing a small piece of paper and wrote on it. Once he was done, he took it to (Y/N)'s room and set it next to her phone on the nightstand. Takeshi gave her one last gentle kiss on the forehead before leaving, shutting her bedroom door on the way out. Locking the front door to the apartment, he walked down the stairs to his GT-R, started it up and drove home.

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The alarm clock rung out in the once peaceful silence. (Y/N) groaned and slapped the nightstand repeatedly until she hit the off button on the clock. "Stupid thing." She sat up slowly and stretched the sleep away. She crawled out of bed and grabbed her phone, seeing a paper sit next to it. She picked it up and read it.

(Y/N), I fucked up and I know you're probably pissed with me, but I need to explain everything first. I did leave and intended to come back to get you by the time the race was finished. I lost track of time and you were gone when I got to the top of the mountain and I didn't know what happened to you. I tried calling and got nothing, so I panicked. I didn't know if you went missing or not, so I came over to check. I know it's weird that I was in here in the middle of night without waking you up, but I had to make sure you were okay. Come over to my place and I promise I'll explain everything. – Takeshi.

She sighed and put the note down. I have work; I'll talk to him afterwards. Saying that, she went to start her routine. Walking out the door twenty minutes later, (Y/N) walked to her job; A small coffee shop. Arriving in about fifteen minutes, she walked to the back to change into her uniform.

She punched in and headed to the counter to start taking orders. She made about twenty-five coffees before she saw someone with familiar blonde hair walk in. After serving the current customer, he gave a quick thanks and left, revealing Keisuke.

"Hi, Keisuke." (Y/N) smiled as she greeted him.

"Oh, hey (Y/N). I didn't know you work here." He wore a surprised expression that quickly shifted to a warm smile.

"Yep. I've been here for a few years now."

"Huh. I've never seen you any of the previous times I've been in here."

"Maybe I was in the back or off of work, then," she shrugged, "can I get you anything?"

"Uh, a large vanilla latte, if you will."

"Ah, I see you're a man of culture as well. Those are my favourite." (Y/N) gave him a cheesy smile and Keisuke returned it along with a laugh. He looks good when he smiles. He's got a nice laugh, too, she thought to herself with a small blush as she made the drink. (Y/N) handed the cup to Keisuke and he spoke with a playful tone. "Thank you, m'lady."

"Of course, m'lord." She played along, blushing when he winked at her as he walked to a table in the back. Continuing on with her orders, (Y/N) occasionally took small glances over to Keisuke, watching him stare out the window with a thoughtful look. She looked away when he turned her direction.

(Y/N) focused on work for the next few minutes before looking to Keisuke again, thinking he was looking at the window. However, when she made eye contact with him, she then knew otherwise. She blushed bright red and he smiled a bit. Whether it was in amusement or admiration, she didn't know.

Sometime later, Keisuke came back up to the counter. Is he getting another one? (Y/N) helped the few customers she already had before he was next in line. "Another latte?" she tilted her head in question.

"Nah, I need a large cappuccino. It's for Kenta; he's always tired as hell when he comes into work. The guy always looks like he'd pass out any minute when he walks in." The both of them chuckled as she rung up the order. He paid for it and she started making it. Handing it over a minute later, Keisuke asked, "Can I also get the pretty girl's number?" he wore a half-smile and half-smirk like he couldn't figure out which expression he wanted to have more.

"You gave me yours; I can text you and you'll have it." (Y/N) replied with an amused face.

"Yeah, but there's something about getting her number written down and handed to you. It just hits different, you know?" he finally settled for a smirk.

"Hmm." She rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pen and paper from a note pad, writing down her phone number. Tearing the page, she handed it to him.

"See? It just feels so nice." Keisuke said as he took it.

"Yeah, yeah, go to work." (Y/N) waved him off and he gave one more chuckle before heading out, waving his hand in a "see you later" gesture.

The hours continued on and it slowly came time for (Y/N)'s shift to end. Punching out and changing back into her day clothes, she remembered she was going to see Takeshi about the note he wrote.

The walk from the coffee shop to his house was about the same time it took to get to her apartment. Her thoughts ran wild and she wondered what he would say, what she would say and how it would end. Time flew rather quickly while she was in thought and was at Takeshi's place in no time.

The black 3-2 in the driveway indicated he was here. Passing it, she went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. She waited a few seconds before it opened, revealing Takeshi.

"Hey (Y/N), how are you?" he motioned for her to come inside and she complied.

"I'm alright, and you?" she took her shoes off.

"I'm fine. Do you want anything to drink?" he asked as she followed behind him.

"Water is good." (Y/N) replied as she walked over to the couch. Takeshi sat down a minute later and handed it to her. "Thanks," she smiled, taking it, "I read the note you left as well."

"Yeah, uh, sorry if it was weird or creepy doing that and not waking you up. You looked tired so I didn't want to bother you." Takeshi rubbed the back of his neck with a small blush.

"It's okay." (Y/N) chuckled. "I'm also sorry for not coming back up to Akina earlier. Shingo brought a friend and introduced her and I kind of got into talking with her pretty quickly. We ended up going down for coffee then to drive back up when the race was finished, but that obviously didn't go as planned."

"What did you both talk about?" she asked as she stared at the glass in her hands.

"I asked her for advice." Takeshi stated simply. What kind of advice would make him want to go all the way down for coffee and not just ask for it where we were?

"What kind?" she pressed.

"Just cooking advice." Takeshi shrugged and looked calm about it. (Y/N)'s expression went from a simple raised eyebrow to full blown confusion.

"Cooking advice... really?" she looked at him, her expression and tone saying, are you serious?

"Yeah."

"You could've just asked me for that, dummy." (Y/N) burst out laughing at the ridiculous answer.

"Hey, maybe I wanted to make one of everything you liked and surprise you with it. I wouldn't want to ask how to make everything and then give it you the next day. That would give away the surprise." Takeshi explained, keeping a straight face as best as possible.

"You left me on a mountain for cooking advice." (Y/N) brought her laughter down to a chuckle. "You're one of a kind, Takeshi. Only you would do something like that."

"I suppose I would. But I am sorry for leaving you there, nonetheless. You didn't walk all the way down Akina though, did you?" his expression held a bit of worry.

"Oh god, no. Keisuke gave me a ride back to my apartment. His team was the last to leave." She replied then took a sip of her water.

"Takahashi?" Takeshi asked, a hint of jealously in his tone.

"Yeah, I met him at the race, and he talked with me when I was kind of moping next to a guardrail. You were with that girl, so I kind of got angsty and sat there pouting." It was now (Y/N)'s turn to rub her neck awkwardly.

"Do you like him?" he questioned after a moment of silence.

"He's nice from what I've seen, but I only met him two days ago. It's not like I'd instantly take a huge liking to him as soon as I meet him. The same goes for anyone." (Y/N) shrugged as she spoke and swirled the water in the glass around. Takeshi only nodded as he thought about it.

She better not like Takahashi. The rich bastard has an attitude as big as his ego. Then again, she said she got jealous when I was talking with Sayuki so... maybe she does like me more than a friend. If so, I can put that plan into effect soon and see how much she really likes me. How the hell am I supposed to subtly ask where she wants to go and what she wants to do though? He was pulled from his thoughts when (Y/N) shook him.

"Are you back from the clouds now?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah, thanks to your furious shaking." He said playfully.

"Hey! I didn't shake you too much. It's hard to get you out of dreamland. You're like Takumi. Maybe you two are secretly related. I mean, both your names do start with 'Tak.'" (Y/N) smirked.

"If I were related to Fujiwara, I'm sure I'd be on his level of driving." He said matter of fact.

"True, but maybe you need to drive a Trueno to be on his level."

"I'm not driving some old, outdated piece of crap like that."

"That "old, outdated piece of crap" beat you in a race, genius." (Y/N) laughed when Takeshi gave her a highly unimpressed look.

"Shut up." He muttered and leaned back into the couch, a small pout on his face.

"Aww, is Tak pouting?" she giggled childishly and hugged him.

"I don't pout, I'm not four."

"I don't know, that pout says otherwise." A cheesy grin made its way to her face.

"I'm not pouting!" He groaned and leaned his head back.

"Alright, alright, I believe you." She put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Yeah, sure."

"I think I am going to head home though. I do have work tomorrow and it got late." Getting off the couch, she stretched.

"I can drive you." Following her to the front door, they slipped their shoes on and headed out. Getting to her apartment a few minutes later, she thanked Takeshi for the ride, did her nightly routine and went to bed.

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Well, that was a long day. Stretching her arms as she walked, (Y/N) headed out of the coffee shop. Maybe I can go and pick up something for dinner. I haven't eaten anything outside of grocery stores in a while. She stopped at the end of the sidewalk, waiting for the crosswalk signal to turn green.

A car revved, causing her to turn around. Her eyes landed on the bright yellow FD and Keisuke leaned his head out. "Looks like I caught you just in time, huh?" he put on a charming smile as she made her way over to him.

"Good to see you too." (Y/N) grinned.

"Are you doing anything right now?"

"Nope, I just finished work and was going to get some dinner."

"I know a place we can go to and pick something up." Keisuke suggested.

"Sure, why not?" she smiled, getting in the car when he motioned to the door. As Keisuke drove, she couldn't help but watch how smoothly he did everything. From pushing the clutch in, shifting the gears, and maneuvering around cars, all in one fluid motion. It was almost hypnotizing.

This area is a lot higher end and rich looking. (Y/N) took in the scenery and the buildings, as well as seeing a couple expensive looking cars pass by.

"What area is this?" she faced Keisuke.

"Takasaki. My brother and I live somewhere over there." He pointed in a general direction to his right.

"It's nice here. Everything is in great condition." She said, impressed. Keisuke lightly chuckled at her amazed expression.

"Well, it is a richer area. They have to have everything looking pretty around here." He pulled into a restaurant parking lot and she nodded in acknowledgement. It makes sense; the Takahashi's are rich. Getting out of the FD, she followed Keisuke.

"You like sushi, right?" he asked, looking over to her.

"Yeah, I love it. It's been a while since I've had it." Her smile grew at the thought of eating some again.

"Have you ever been on Akagi?" Keisuke questioned curiously as they walked to the entrance.

"Nope."

"Do you want to get the food to go and eat up there? There's a little shrine we can sit at that's got a nice view." He suggested, a cool and calm demeanor on his features.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." She met his gaze with sparkling eyes and a smile. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice when Keisuke's eyes widened a little and froze in place for a moment.

Damn, she's beautiful.

He insisted on paying to the point he wasn't taking no for answer. (Y/N) gave up on trying to convince him otherwise and ordered what she wanted. He wore a prideful smirk that screamed, "I won." The two of them chatted until they got the food and returned to the FD.

(Y/N) held onto the food as Keisuke drove. Once they reached the bottom of Akagi, she was almost hypnotized again watching him speed up to the top. It was different than driving through the city. His movements were still fluid and smooth, but faster. His left hand is on the wheel one minute and within a second, he shifts, and his hand is back on the wheel.

It's so fast, it almost didn't seem to happen. He's amazing. Who knows how long he had to practice for to drive this smooth and in a rhythm?

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She's been looking at me since we got to the foot of Akagi. Is she watching me drive or spacing out? Either way, she's looking at me and I love it. The blonde smiled but kept it subtle. Slowing down, he turned the car into a parking spot next to the shrine. Keisuke noticed (Y/N) wasn't moving and she was still staring.

Maybe she did space out. He thought for a minute before smirking and pressed the horn for a second making (Y/N) jump and yell. Immediately cracking up, she looked at him with an "are you serious?" expression.

"Your food is mine now." She got out of the car and quickly walked to the stairs of the shrine.

"Hey, no it's not!" Whining, he got out and went after her. She chuckled and took out the containers, handing his over.

"So, what kind of job do you have? You said Kenta works with you, right?" (Y/N) asked curiously then took a bite of her food and Keisuke nodded.

"I own a repair shop not too far from where you work, actually. I took Kenta in when he needed a job like I took him in to teach him to race. Most of the other RedSuns also work there too."

"Aww, that's nice. What kind of repairs? Cars?"

"Yep. They're pretty easy to fix and you're working on something you love so it makes the job seem less like a job." The blonde gave a small shrug as he ate.

"Easy? Cars are so compact together with all their parts. How do you even know what is what, what goes where, and how to not mess it up?" she spoke, a highly confused expression on her features. Keisuke laughed at how cute she was.

"It's a lot easier than it looks. You get used to where everything is after spending time working on them." She nodded with a hum that didn't sound convinced. "You know... if you ever end up hating your job, you could always come work with me. I won't make you play around with the cars, don't worry." He suggested.

"What kind of work would I do then?" she asked, her head, tilted.

"Check people in, write down what they want done on their car, you give us the reports for it, and then we work on it. It's not very glamorous but it could be easy."

"I'll take that into consideration. It sounds a lot better than standing in a coffee shop for ten hours. Probably more fun with your group there as well." She giggled lightly and Keisuke smiled. They finished eating in comfortable silence from there on.

The sun set quickly and the rays of orange and pink across the sky are the only light left. Keisuke's sharp blue eyes landing on (Y/N), he loved looking at her. The soft smile she wore, the sparkle in her eyes, her hair gently being moved by the breeze. My god, she's gorgeous. I want to kiss her.

"(Y/N)." She turned towards him.

"Yea-?" He leaned in and cut her off as his lips touched hers. So soft. She froze for a moment before relaxing. When he pulled away, he saw her eyes wide with surprise.

"Uh, sorry. You're just... beautiful." The blonde chuckled nervously and looked elsewhere, embarrassed.

"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting that." She blushed. "And thank you, you are too; i-in a guy way, obviously." She replied with a stutter. He hummed at her cute response. It only made her blush more to the point she looked like a tomato.

As they sat in silence, Keisuke decided it would be a good time to tell her. "I like you. A lot, actually. I didn't think I'd end up falling for someone else after I broke up with my previous girlfriend. After I started racing, it was all I wanted to do. But you managed to work your way into my head and now you're all I think about. Almost everything reminds me of you." He played with his fingers as he explained, getting glances at her every couple seconds.

Her soft features were a bit shocked before turning into that bright smile the man started to love so much. "I really like you too, Keisuke. You are an amazing person. You're not bad like a lot of people say you are, you're a nice guy." She put one of her soft hands on his, linking their fingers together. Keisuke closed his, interlocking them and the tips resting on the back of her hand.

They turned more towards each other, eyes making contact. Slowly, the blonde moved his other hand to the back of her neck. Her silky hair was weaved through his fingers. Glancing at her eyes and lips, he started to lean in, and she did the same. As their lips barely brushed against each other's, they paused for a moment. After looking into her eyes one more time, Keisuke finally pressed his lips onto her soft ones.

They molded together perfectly. Every movement, every angle, it was perfect; not one flaw. (Y/N) brought her other hand up, running her fingers through his soft, spiky hair. He loved the feel of it, sighing blissfully into the kiss, making it a little rougher. He pulled away, changing the angle before reattaching their lips all in one swift motion.

They kissed for what felt like hours. (Y/N) moved and tugged on his hair making him moan loudly into the kiss. Keisuke instantly froze and she pulled away with surprise. She looked at him and he turned red. Thank god its dark out.

"S-sorry." (Y/N) said sheepishly. Did I do that? He actually liked it, though, I think. It was an accident.

"N-no, no, i-it's fine. I-i uh- well... umm... y-yeah." He stuttered, not knowing what to say. Fuck, way to go Keisuke. "Should I, uh, take you home? It's probably late for you." He asked awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

"Y-yeah, sure. Thanks." Standing up, the two walked to the FD that sat, waiting patiently. Getting in, they sat in a silence that was kind of awkward. None of them said anything as the blonde took her home.

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"Thanks for the ride, and sorry about earlier." She rubbed her neck as she stood next to the driver side.

"It's fine, I didn't know I'd do that, honestly." He chuckled. "I'll see you around then sometime?"

"Yeah, definitely." (Y/N) smiled to him and he returned it along with a nod. She headed up to her apartment after that and Keisuke stayed until he saw her walk in the door before he left.

Tonight, was fun. Keisuke's a great guy; and kisser too. She blushed at the memory. Pulling her phone out to check the time she notices a missed call notification and instantly pales. Everything around her freezes, time feels like it stopped, and she is eternally stuck looking at her phone. The only thing she can hear, and feel is her heart beating heavily against her chest and the dread creeping into her heart and head. The dread of feeling like she betrayed him with what she did. Betraying the one she really loves.

Slowly walking to her bedroom, she can only think of how angry and betrayed he's going to feel when he finds out. Whether it's her that tells him or something else. Sitting on the floor and leaning against the side of the bed she stared at the wall, thinking of all the possibilities that could or would happen, what Takeshi would say and do.

Would he leave her? Ignore her, block her number and run away? She can't even imagine that; what she would do if that happened. She would die inside more than she already is. She could only hope he'd forgive her. She was caught up in the moment. She didn't fully think it through that Keisuke was confessing that he loved her. She should've realized when they kissed. God, Takeshi is going to hate her. Not only did she betray him like this, she kissed his enemy.

(Y/N) stayed in that one spot all night. She couldn't move, she didn't feel like she deserved to sleep. She felt like she deserved to stay up and wallow in her guilt. She called her boss saying she couldn't make it into work the next day. Setting her phone back down in front of her, she stared at it. The notification that was there, haunted her.

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"Hi! What can I get for you?" the barista at the counter spoke cheerfully.

"I was wondering if (Y/N) was in today?" Takeshi asked.

"No, she called in sick earlier this morning. She didn't sound good at all." A quick flash of worry ran through his head.

"Alright, thanks." Replying a bit short, he immediately left. He was definitely not getting a good feeling from this as he hurried over to his GT-R, driving to (Y/N)'s.

At her door, he knocked and waited. (Y/N), still in the same spot, the same position she was since last night, didn't move. Hearing the knocks made her thoughts run wild.

What if it was him? What if he found out?

"What if" was the only thing she could think of. All of the bad possibilities, and not a single good one. She didn't dare move if it was Takeshi waiting out there, waiting to- "(Y/N), you in there? You okay?"

He was worried.

Maybe he wasn't waiting to yell at her. She wanted to let him in but didn't know if she could handle how he'd react when he sees her. He called her name again. "If you don't answer, I'm going to let myself in." Takeshi waited another minute and sighed, finding the key to the door and unlocking it.

(Y/N) shrunk further into the blanket that was wrapped around her as she heard him walk in. With no one in the first half of the apartment, Takeshi went straight to her room. The closed door being the only separation between them.

"(Y/N)? You in here?" asking lightly, he listened for any kind of sound. Hearing a small, scared whine, he opened he the door. Seeing her curled up with a hand on each side of her head, he rushed over to her.

"Hey, what happened? You alright? Did someone do something to you?" he asked frantically, gently holding her face with one hand on each side of her cheeks. She shook her head and whispered, "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean to" over and over.

"Talk to me, please. I'm sure what ever happened isn't your fault." Takeshi reasoned with a light tone.

"I-I can't... Y-you're going to h-hate me." She stuttered, still whispering.

"(Y/N), I can never hate you. You know that. I love you too damn much to hate you. Now talk to me, please?" as he spoke, he gently ran his fingers through her hair. She stayed quiet for a minute, but the motion seemed to have calmed her down slightly.

"I kissed Keisuke." (Y/N) reluctantly told Takeshi the entire story, not being able to look him in the eye as she did so. She didn't want to know what expression he had. She kissed his enemy, why wouldn't he be pissed?

"You think I'm going to hate you for kissing Takahashi?" was the first thing he said. Hesitantly looking up at him, he didn't look angry but maybe a bit disappointed... or jealous?

Is he disappointed in me now?

"Sure, I don't like the guy and I lost to him in a race, but I'm not going to hate you for liking someone. I can't control who you end up liking and I'm not going to be that douche that says you can't be around anyone but me. I'd hate myself for that before I ever hate you." He ran his fingers through her hair again with a small smile.

"But I love you too, Tak. I like both of you. I just- I don't know." Letting out a sigh, (Y/N) rested her chin on top of her knees. She was a lot calmer now that she knew Takeshi didn't despise her.

"You'll figure it out. Even if you choose him, I'll still be here for you just as I always have been since we met. Although, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to pick me." He chuckled lightly, (Y/N) doing the same with a small smile. He helped her stand up, telling her she should go to bed.

"Stay with me?" (Y/N) lightly held his wrist.

"Always."

He got on the other side of the bed, mostly laying down while leaning on his arm and keeping his head propped up. (Y/N) immediately snuggled into him. She fell asleep rather quickly, given how exhausting it was to stay up like she did. Takeshi had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers weaving through her silky-smooth hair as she slept curled up next to him. Even in the bright morning light, she can sleep like a rock. Takeshi stayed awake for a little while, eventually changing his position to lay down completely. Soon enough, he found himself falling asleep. Pulling (Y/N) closer so she was spooned in front of him, an arm wrapped around her waist, he finally falls asleep.

Throughout the rest of the week, her and Takeshi spent more time together. It was long overdue that they hung out again. They went to the beach, mall, restaurants, and shops. When there was a race on Myogi that one of the NightKids partook in, she would go along to cheer them on. Especially if it was Takeshi. He had lost the last few against the 8-6 and Keisuke, but he seemed to be improving greatly with the recent wins he has been racking up from these other teams.

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"Hey aniki, you got a minute?" Keisuke knocked Ryosuke's door.

"Yes, come in."

Opening it and walking in, he sat on the edge of his brother's bed. He was typing away on his laptop, running through all the simulations like usual. "You wanted to talk about something?" The blonde leaned forward, putting his arms on his knees as he looked at him. He typed a few more things before stopping and turning towards his younger brother.

"You're starting to remind me more of Fujiwara." He wore a teasing smile.

"What the hell makes you think I'm like that kid? Are you messing with me or are you saying my driving has suddenly gotten to a god-like level?"

"No, I mean with your spacing out. You've been zoning out and daydreaming a lot more recently. Reminds me of him, that's all."

"Oh. Well, I got a lot on my mind, alright?" looking away, Keisuke scratched his head, messing up his soft blonde locks, trying to hide the red covering his ears.

"It's that girl you've been with, isn't it? (Y/N), right?" Ryosuke said with a smirk.

Kei's cheeks started turning red. "No! It's not- maybe a couple times, but nothing major- yeah..." He sighed, giving up. All Ryosuke did was chuckle.

Aniki knows me too damn well.

"Maybe you should go see her again? Go plan something for a day. You seemed unnaturally happy when you came home the last time you went out with her."

"Aniki!" Looking at the floor, Keisuke pouted. "What would I do if I hung out with her again? I haven't made plans and she hasn't texted me since we went up to Akagi over a week ago."

"Have you tried texting her?"

"No."

"Maybe she's waiting for you to do something. She looked a bit shy when I first saw her."

"Yeah, I suppose. But still, where would she want to go or do?" Resting his chin on his hand, the younger Takahashi tried coming up with ideas.

"You did meet her at a street race, Keisuke." Ryosuke pressed.

"It's not exactly romantic..."

"It doesn't have to be. As long as you both clearly enjoy yourselves, that's all that matters. You took her to a romantic area on Akagi, now take her to something more laid back and casual. You saw how she looked at all the cars and talked with friends there; she enjoys it."

"But the next race is when I race. That would be a lame date when one of us isn't even with the other."

"Then the next one, when you aren't racing will do." Keisuke nodded and Ryosuke went back to his simulations. Getting up, the FD driver went to his room to think of a way to ask (Y/N) on another date.

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Ryosuke walked into the coffee shop (Y/N) worked at, heading for the counter. She was surprised to him, but greeted him nonetheless. He asked if she was available Saturday night to attend the race Keisuke was partaking in. Ryosuke explained what he and his brother talked about and that he thought of her showing up would be a nice surprise for Keisuke.

(Y/N) excitedly agreed, wanting to see the look on his face when he saw her. Ryosuke ordered a coffee and left soon after, telling her he'd pick her up from her apartment some time before the race.

When he picked her up as promised, and the got to the start of Akagi, she saw Keisuke's FD and him leaning against it, arms crossed. Driving past him, Ryosuke continued up the pass.

"He's racing uphill. When it's over and he's here at the top, you should be the first thing he sees when he passes the finish line." He explained when he saw her looking at the FD.

When they got to the top and Ryosuke talked with the other RedSuns, the uphill race started. Now, all (Y/N) had to do was wait. When the race was nearing an end Ryosuke told her to stand a little further out. Keisuke would have more time to look around after slowing down when crossing the finish line.

The headlights of two cars appeared around the corner, everyone waited to see who was in the lead.

"It's Keisuke!" Kenta yelled as he raised a fist in the air. They crossed the finish line, Keisuke being the winner. As the other RedSuns and some spectators cheered, (Y/N) had a proud smile while she clapped for him. As he slowed down, he took his gaze off the road and to the first movement he saw just to the left of him. His eyes widened with surprise when he saw (Y/N) standing there.

The proud smile she wore as she looked at him made him feel warm inside. He felt appreciated and that someone else was truly proud of him. Sure, he felt good when Ryosuke complimented his racing and wins, but not like this. Her smile alone got rid of any worries he was holding onto. Keisuke pulled the FD over to (Y/N) and got out. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

"Nice job, Kei! I'm proud of you!" (Y/N) spoke first and hugged him. Her small arms wrapped around his waist, and her head leaning on his chest. He blushed at the nickname and her touch, hugging her back. He wanted to kiss her on instinct but held himself back. It felt like forever, but they pulled away from the hug only a moment later.

"Thanks. I uh- didn't know you'd be out here. I mean, I'm happy you are, I just wasn't expecting it." He rubbed the back of his head.

"It was a surprise. Ryosuke came up with it and I liked the idea. Looks like it worked, huh?" she gave him a childish smile.

"Yeah, it sure did." He looked over at Ryosuke who wasn't looking at them but had a knowing smile as he sipped on some coffee. Keisuke let out a short hum and focused back on (Y/N).

"So, were you planning on going back home, or hanging around for a little while?" he leaned against his FD and the engine seemed to hum in delight as soon as his body touched it.

"If there's nothing else going on after this, I'd probably ask for a ride home. But, if you want to do something, I'm all for it." She smiled up at him. He thought for a moment before the idea of food popped into his head.

"We can grab a bite to eat if you're hungry. That race got me starving."

"Sure, I haven't eaten in a while either. Is everyone coming along?"

"Would it be okay if it was just us?" Keisuke asked a bit hesitantly.

"Of course, I don't mind." (Y/N) replied happily. Keisuke seemed to light up at her words.

"Then let's go. The faster we get there, the faster we can get some good ass food." (Y/N) laughed as they got in the FD, driving away.

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As they sat in a booth next to the window, they chatted about races, cars, things they like to do in their free time, anything really. Keisuke listened attentively when she spoke about things she loved, places she likes to go, all of it. He wanted to know every bit about her, every detail of what made her so lovable, so beautiful. Their conversation soon turned to the events of when they were on top of Akagi.

"I didn't make that too awkward, did I?" Keisuke asked shyly.

"No, not at all. I liked it." (Y/N) reassured with a smile and light tint of blush on her cheeks.

"I probably should've asked first before I did that... I don't know if you already have a boyfriend or like someone else. And it could have made you really uncomfortable. It's just... I don't know, something about you is so enticing. You're perfect." Keisuke scratched his cheek with a blush. She knew he wasn't lying with the honesty that was laced in his voice.

"I'm not dating anyone; however, I do like two guys..." She trailed off, contemplating her next words. "But I don't know who I like more. They are both so sweet. I don't want to get too close to them and hurt the other. It wouldn't be fair, and it would seem like I was dragging the other along in some kind of sick game." Keisuke nodded in understanding. He knew who she was talking about.

Him and Nakazato.

"Don't pressure yourself too much about it, alright? Take the time to think it through; it's not a race. You've known Nakazato far longer than me, so it wouldn't be too much of a surprise if you chose him. But I would obviously prefer if you picked me." He chuckled, half-jokingly and half serious. She smiled and lightly giggled. "Either way, if I'm not the one, I won't think of you any different and I still got that job offer standing for you." He smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, Keisuke."

"Mm-hmm."

The two talked a little while longer before deciding it was time to go. Keisuke drove her home, watching as the bright headlights of the FD illuminated her for a moment as she passed in front of it. He waited like he did the first few times until he saw her walk safely into her apartment. He lingered for a few minutes, his thoughts taking over.

What if she can't choose just one of us? Would we have to let the best man win? Would the two of us race it out again but this time, for her? Whoever wins, gets (Y/N). He finally pulled away and drove home, his thoughts continuing to run wild.

What if we... no, there's no way in hell I would be okay sharing her with Nakazato...would I?

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Keisuke waited at the top of Myogi for Nakazato to arrive. The thoughts of who she'd end up with and the possibility of the two guys sharing her would not leave his mind. He hates Nakazato and sure as hell doesn't think he deserves (Y/N), let alone date her. He hurt her once before, ditching her for some slutty looking chick. Keisuke would be damned if he let that happen again. They can be friends all they want, but she doesn't need to be hurt because the guy can't have just one girl to pay attention to.

Takeshi thought of a remarkably similar scenario as he drove up the pass. Takahashi was a cocky, self-righteous rich kid. He thinks he's better than everyone else because he's got the money. He would probably persuade (Y/N) somehow to date him because of that. Although, he knows she's smarter than that and won't use people for money. Takahashi can get any girl to be wrapped around his finger and do what he wants. Who's to say he won't do the same to her?

Takeshi reached the top of the mountain and pulled over near the FD. Keisuke watched him pull in from his spot on the hood. Getting out of the R32, Takeshi leaned against the side of it and met Keisuke's gaze.

"So. You wanted to talk?" Takeshi spoke first.

"Yeah. It seems we both have an interest in the same girl. Thing is, I'm not entirely convinced that you deserve her." Keisuke's tone held a bit of hostility.

"And what makes you think you do?" Nakazato narrowed his eyes.

"Easy. I'm not the one who ditched her for a slut."

"You don't know why I did."

"Then do explain. I'd love to hear it."

"I've been planning on asking (Y/N) out for a while. I didn't have any ideas on how to make it impressive, so, I was looking for advice from a girl that wasn't her to give the surprise away. Sayuki is a friend of Shingo's and when he brought her to the race, I figured that was my chance to get some ideas. I got caught up in trying to make plans that would pass (Y/N)'s expectations and when she suggested going down for coffee, I didn't think anything wrong with that when we left." Takeshi answered honestly, his voice never wavered with unsureness.

"That still doesn't explain the fact you forgot your fucking best friend on the top of a mountain and never came back to get her." Keisuke glared at him now.

"I did go back. Everyone was already gone. I tried calling her, thinking someone took her but never got anything. I looked for her around the area until I decided to try her apartment. She was there, already sleeping so I left a note for her to come and see me so I could apologize and explain everything." Takeshi was getting annoyed with Takahashi. Why would I lie about this?

"You broke into her apartment?" Keisuke asked with disbelief.

"No, we have the key to each other's place," Takeshi held up a key attached to the keychain, "for emergencies like that was." Keisuke hummed. That he could understand; it was a good idea, honestly.

"Now, you. I don't think you deserve her, either. You're a rich bastard who can get any girl he wants to be wrapped around his finger. And you're sure as hell one self-righteous ass; always thinking he's better than everyone else." He crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving Keisuke's eyes.

"Firstly, you seem to mistake self-righteous for confidence. I'm confident in myself and my skills. Are you? Secondly, I despise girls that overdress themselves. They flaunt themselves for attention and to get fucked by anyone; it makes me sick."

His tone became softer, "If I wasn't interested in having a girlfriend, I wouldn't have pursued her. It can't get any simpler than that. (Y/N) is one of a kind and she makes me feel like I'm actually worth something. The way she looks at you when she's proud of something you did, the glow in her eyes when she's happy to see you, and how her smile alone gets rid of any kind of worries or stress you've been holding in all day. She's beautiful. I can't give that up, I can't give her up." Keisuke stared at the ground; his voice had a hint of desperation.

Takeshi processed the blonde's words and he couldn't agree more. Everything about her was perfection. She was too good to pass up and let go. Takahashi was being honest as well. Takeshi might not get along with him, but he at least knew (Y/N) would be taken care of with him. That didn't mean Takeshi was going to give her up that easily, though.

"I can agree with you on that. I can also see you're serious about wanting to be with her." Uncrossing his arms, he walked over to Keisuke.

"Same to you." His gaze met Takeshi's; he wasn't glaring anymore, wearing a neutral expression.

"Heh, yeah. But I'm sure as hell not giving her up that easily, Takahashi." He stopped in front of Keisuke with a light smirk playing on his face.

"Neither am I, Nakazato." He returned the smirk.

"How about a race to settle this? Whoever wins, gets (Y/N). If she approves of this first, of course." Takeshi held his hand out.

"Deal." Keisuke took his hand and shook it, then they both said, "May the best man win."

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Masterlist: Takeshi Nakazato

Links to all stories relating to Takeshi Nakazato from Initial D.

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You Belong To Me | A/B/O AU | Smut |

Ever and Ever

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Takeshi Nakazato - Ever and Ever

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader • Word Count: 2,072. • Synopsis: In which Takeshi goes through the stages of being a dad and he's a wholesome babe as always.

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"Babe? Are you really sure you want to eat this?" Takeshi asked, somewhat concerned.

"Yes, it's the most delicious thing I've ever seen. I need to have it." She nodded firmly, eager on taking the small plate that was in his hand. It contained apple slices and a small dipping cup in the centre that was filled with ketchup. Yes, ketchup.

He sighed, handing her the dish. "Alright, if you're sure." Happily taking it, she wasted no time in digging into the "delectable cuisine", as she put it. Takeshi watched, both enamoured and a bit grossed out at this week's strange food craving and combination.

(Y/N) was currently three months pregnant, and for Takeshi, this was one of the greatest moments in his life. He got to marry the girl of his dreams at twenty-four and now they were going to be parents at twenty-five. He sometimes thought about what it would be like to be a father and those thoughts usually led to the things he'd teach his kid, watch them grow and become one of the best things in his life. He'd love to be one of the people his child would look up to and admire.

He flicked his gaze to (Y/N) when she moaned. "This is so good. This is the best thing I've ever eaten, my god."

Takeshi snorted then chuckled, "You're strange."

"Have you tried this? Here, have some." She grabbed the plate, holding it in front of him.

"Nah, I'm good babe. More for you."

"You're missing out, Tak. This is some serious gourmet shit."

"I'm sure it is, love." He shook his head lightly, a smile on his face as he continued chuckling at her words.

"Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you for creating this."

"I highly doubt that."

(Y/N) finished eating the remaining slices, giving a few strange but pleased moans and hums while eating.

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The minute Takeshi came home from work, (Y/N) latched herself onto him like a leech. Seems like this week is clinging week, huh? Rarely letting go of him, Takeshi carried her around the house for a few minutes as he did his 'getting home' routine, before getting her to settle down enough so he could take a shower.

When he was changed and back in the bedroom, he scooped up (Y/N) who sat on the edge of the bed and lied themselves down for the daily cuddling session before dinner.

"What do you want for dinner?" Takeshi asked.

"Food."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yup."

"Never had that before, sounds good."

"I know, right?"

"In all seriousness though, what do you want?" he rolled on to his side, draping an arm over her side gently.

"A whole fish and some rice."

"How a big a fish are we talking about here?"

"The salmon in the freezer."

"Christ woman, you can't eat that whole thing."

"Hey! I'm eating for two here, cut me some slack. Me and mini you want a whole salmon!" she retorted, giving a mock glare.

"Alright, you both win. I'll get it started."

"Wear the maid outfit for me?" she grinned shamelessly.

"No."

"But you did before!"

"That was one time and I'm never doing it again!"

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"My ankles are so fat." (Y/N) poked at them for the twentieth time.

"That's natural hun, they're gonna be." Takeshi rubbed his hand up and down her thigh before settling it in place. She raised an arm and jiggled the loose muscle on her bicep.

"Look at my bingo wings."

"Babe..." He shook his head, sighing to cover a potential laugh. (Y/N) giggled and leaned into his shoulder. Three months had passed by quickly and the next three were going to fly by as well. Her cravings were only getting weirder as time went on and Takeshi didn't know how many more times he'd have to make a dish that would have Gordon Ramsey question his own career.

"Takeshi? Mini you requests sustenance. Well, more like demands, actually."

"What does he want now? Mushroom pie with coconut shavings?" he asked jokingly.

"Actually, that doesn't sound too bad."

Oh shit. What have I done? "(Y/N), love? You hate mushroom pie and coconut in general. I can't imagine you liking it put together."

"I don't know, that sounds like a delectable to me."

"How about I just go get you a burger?"

"Hmm." She thought in silence for a minute, Takeshi seriously hoping she went with the better option. "Yeah, he'll allow it."

Oh, thank God. "Great, what does he want on it?" Takeshi wrote down everything she -more like the baby- wanted then left for the nearest fast-food joint. Returning within ten minutes, he bought an extra burger, figuring one wouldn't be enough to satiate the both of them.

The couple cuddled up on the couch, watching the newest episodes of an anime. (Y/N) ate the first burger, then fell asleep half way through eating the second, giving Takeshi the prime opportunity to get a picture she'll hate him for later. He quietly snickered to himself, the soft click of the camera doing nothing to (Y/N)'s heavy sleeping state.

Once he had everything cleaned up and shut off, he carried her bridal style to bed. She groaned lightly, happy to feel the bed underneath her as she worked herself under the covers. He joined her not a minute later, gently moving stray strands of hair from her face. She moved closer, nuzzling her head against his chest and wrapping a leg over his. He watched her with a small smile and lightly massaged her side until he fell asleep as well.

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"Takeshi." She shook his arm quickly. He groaned and rolled over. She shook his arm and said his name again. No response.

"TAKESHI!"

"Fuck!" he jolted awake, looking over at (Y/N) with wide eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Drive me to the hospital, it's time and this kid is NOT patient." She scooted to the edge of the bed and Takeshi carried her down stairs and to the car where he quickly and skillfully drove a severely agitated and pained (Y/N) to the hospital. Luckily there was no traffic in the middle of the night.

Her pained whines and moans only got worse as they neared the building. When they arrived, she was quickly led into a room and the nurses gave her anesthesia. Once it kicked in, she had calmed down some. Takeshi sat next to her, soothingly rubbing his hand over hers. He was valuing what little time his hand had left before she most likely breaks it.

After two hours of labour, lots of pushing and (Y/N) yelling at Takeshi that, "The next time you want a kid, you're having it!" (S/N) came into the world. (Y/N) doted on him relentlessly before giving him over to Takeshi so she could rest. Smiling the entire time, he left soft kisses on her forehead and back of her hand. She smiled tiredly, watching Takeshi dote on their baby as well.

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(Y/N) was able to work from home, making it easier on both her and Takeshi to watch the baby. When he got home from work hours later, they switched roles and he watched over (S/N) while (Y/N) made dinner. The boy made grabby hands, gaining his father's attention who gently held his much smaller hand. (S/N) giggled happily at the positive reaction and Takeshi smiled warmly.

(Y/N) looked over towards the main room to see what caused (S/N) to giggle loudly. Her heart swelled happily and awed silently at the sight of her husband and son. Takeshi was such a sweetheart and a much bigger softy compared to what everyone made him out to be. She went back to making dinner, calling for Takeshi when it was ready. They ate at the small kotatsu in the main room, asking each other about their day and keeping an eye on their baby who was strongly preoccupied with his toy cars.

After dinner, the couple snuggled up next to each other in bed after tucking in (S/N) for the night. (Y/N) reveled in the warmth her husband gave off, making her smile and sigh contently. Takeshi left light and loving kisses in her hair, a hand gently massaging her back as she lied on top of him. Her arms were wrapped comfortably around his sides and both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Your parents were right when they said "they grow up so fast." To (Y/N) and Takeshi it definitely didn't feel like three years had already passed by. (S/N) knew how to walk and talk already and it really made the parents think of how right their own parents were. Their son was extremely attached to both of his parents but they could both easily agree on that he was a daddy's boy. (S/N) loved being around Takeshi at every waking moment and the two bonded very quickly.

Takeshi, obviously, started teaching him car names, watched racing animes and movies along with some super hero ones. (Y/N) found it endearing how much time her boys spent together. As he got older, Takeshi would let (S/N) help him work on his car. She'd watch as (S/N) and Takeshi would work on the Skyline and the little one helped his dad hold the flashlight.

It would only be minor car fixes though, like oil changes, tire rotations, and some small installations. Anytime he or Takeshi got a small nick or cut, (S/N) would run over to (Y/N) and ask her in the cutest voice to fix their owwies. She would do just that, giving it a light kiss and ask if they wanted ice cream to make it go away faster.

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The day (S/N) got his license Takeshi took him out to Myogi in the R32 he continued working on and kept running. He may not like old and outdated cars, but his Skyline would forever hold a place in his heart and he couldn't get rid of it. His son had begged him over the years to be able to drive it one day, and today was that day.

The pass hadn't changed a bit over the years and even Takeshi continued to race it a few times a week. Street racing was in his blood and he was happy his son had a love for it too. As long as he wasn't too reckless like his younger self was.

By the time they got back it was three in the morning and (Y/N) was in bed. (S/N) took his dad by surprise when he pulled him in for a tight hug and thanking him for the night and everything from years past. Returning it with no hesitation, Takeshi smiled warmly. His son grew up to be everything Takeshi hoped he would be and he couldn't be prouder. He has his whole life ahead of him and Takeshi's pride for (S/N) would only get bigger.

When the two pulled away and bid each other goodnight, Takeshi walked into his and (Y/N)'s room as quietly as possible. Ridding himself of his shirt and changing into comfortable shorts, he slid into bed.

"How'd it go, love?" he heard (Y/N) ask softly.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, gently reaching over to her, his hand landing on her hip.

"No, I woke up when you two got back." He hummed in acknowledgment before responding.

"It was good, he really liked it. He looked like he was having the time of his life out there." Takeshi chuckled lightly, his hand rubbing circles on her hip.

"Aww, that's sweet. That meant the world to him. He wouldn't stop talking about it while you were at work. So excited to get his license and finally race like you. He really loves you, hun." (Y/N) moved closer, snuggling up to her husband and pressing a loving kiss on his lips. "But I love you more." She pressed several more kisses all over his face making him laugh.

He pulled her closer with both arms wrapped around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and peppering it with kisses. The couple cuddled for well over a half hour, basking in each other's warmth and loving holds before finally falling asleep. Takeshi was going to need it, for they were both sure (S/N) was going to challenge his dad to a race sooner rather than later.

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Takeshi Nakazato - You Belong To Me

•Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 5,756. • Synopsis: In which Omega Takeshi is the ultimate simp for the Alpha he wants to be noticed by and to mark him as her own.

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In a world where Alphas were always on top, Betas being stuck in the middle, and Omegas being marked by the Alpha that wanted them as their mate, Takeshi was on the bottom of the pyramid. Most Omegas never had a say in who they got as their mate, seeing as fate was normally the one to choose their partner. There was also the case where if an Alpha wanted them, they almost always got them.

Some Omegas accepted their fate and embraced it with grace, coming to love their Alpha and start families with them. Others refused, not wanting to be bound by the threads of fate. They wanted to be independent like Betas, without the worry of being homebound most of their life after being marked.

However, there were instances where an Omega was so desperately attracted to an Alpha, that it made them want to be noticed by said Alpha as quickly as possible (and before another Omega gained their attention). It just so happens that Takeshi was going through this very predicament himself.

This instance itself was rare, but the Alpha he wanted was female; and Alpha females were even rarer. It was nearly unheard of for female Alphas to choose to be mated with an Omega for they always wanted another of their status that had just as much authority and strength as themselves. Takeshi knew it was a longshot in ever being noticed let alone wanted by the object of his affections. Yet the determination he had was strong enough for him to keep trying.

He often took suppressants to hide his scent, making others believe he was just a Beta with an attitude. He had to keep up an appearance, especially since he was the leader of his team. If his team, most importantly, Shingo, found out he was an Omega, he'd find some way to kick him off his throne. Shoji was an Alpha, and an asshole of one as well. He wouldn't hesitate to take the chance of using his status to take the Omega's place as leader.

Takeshi didn't want to have to deal with hearing more bullshit spew out of Shingo's mouth, but he had to get ready for a race that was happening on Myogi. The only thing that would make tonight much more bearable was if his Alpha showed up again. He sighed, and lightly shook his head. There he goes again, thinking she was his, yet she hasn't even glanced in his general direction. Just the thought of her looking at him with her piercing (E/C) eyes for even a second sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He sighed again; he was hopeless.

Takeshi took his suppressants, waiting for them to kick in before he left. It was nice that his took no more than ten minutes to start working. It would be hell if they took longer, especially during season. He left only a few minutes later, starting the car and driving out of his flat complex. Omegas never got the luxury of living anywhere besides flats. They only ever got to live in a house if they had an Alpha. Betas also lived in a lot of flats, but were able to have their own property.

Takeshi grew up in a good-sized house with his parents, but when he wanted to move out, it was from there on he was stuck with living in flats. He wanted to be one of the independent Omegas that didn't want to rely and be commanded by Alphas. He was stuck with that mindset until he saw her; the Alpha he couldn't shake from his mind no matter how hard he tried. His thoughts changed after that. The thought of obeying every command she gave him, especially if it was in the bedroom, worked him up quickly. It almost made him whimper just to hear those commands come out of her mouth.

He arrived at Myogi quicker than expected, his thoughts speeding up the process as he drove. The rest of his team were already there but he was still plenty early. His friends greeted him and he did in return as he leaned on the side of his Skyline.

"Here to watch me win, Nakazato?" Shingo asked loudly, sitting on the hood of his EG with a smug smirk. His voice turned a few heads, expecting the two rivals to argue for the umpteenth time.

"Sure," was all he replied with, not wanting to get involved with more headaches than he could deal with.

"That's all? You scared I'm going to win another race you couldn't and I'll finally get my place as leader of this team?"

Takeshi sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a few seconds and crossing his arms, keeping his composure as best as possible. When he opened his eyes and looked up again, his liquid silver irises landed on the one person he so desperately wanted to see tonight, and she was looking right at him. Her attention was on him and only him for what felt like forever. His eyes widened a fraction, trying to keep calm and not make himself look like an idiot.

She saw me. She's looking right at me. She knows I exist. She's... so beautiful. His thoughts ran wild as he kept his gaze locked with hers. He had never felt so happy until now. But the world just had to be against him. Her gaze shifted to Shingo, her expression that was a mixture of seriousness, boredom, and a poker face, never changing.

He growled quietly, glaring at the Civic driver in hopes he would drop dead at any moment. He doesn't deserve her attention. She's too good for him. Takeshi didn't notice her gaze shifted back to him. With a slightly raised eyebrow, she watched him. Her hearing was impeccable, being able to pick up on his quiet growl from where she was standing on the opposite side of the road.

She was a bit confused as to why a Beta was jealously growling at an Alpha. Something doesn't add up, she thought. The answer hit her quickly, and she hummed lowly. Omega playing Beta, huh? Interesting. She took in his appearance, finding him to be quite easy on the eyes. He surely was an alluring Omega.

(Y/N)'s friend pulled her from her thoughts as she turned towards the Omega girl. She was lightly slapping her hands against (Y/N)'s arm as she squealed quietly. "What is it?"

"It's him, it's him, it's him, it's him!" (F/N) whisper-yelled, looking at someone behind her. She turned around, seeing the Takahashi brothers leaning against their cars that were parked not too far from themselves.

"Go talk to him, then." (Y/N) said knowingly, turning back around to face (F/N). The girl whined, once again explaining that she doubted she had a chance at being able to get "the most extraordinary Alpha that is Ryosuke," making (Y/N) sigh and roll her eyes before pushing the girl in his direction.

The Alpha returned her attention to Takeshi. She caught a glimpse at the right moment to see he quickly looked away from her. She hummed, amused. The Alpha in the red Civic pulled his car up to the start line when his opponent showed up and they promptly began the race.

After they took off, she decided to test a small theory that was growing in her head. When Takeshi noticed she was walking across the street over to his side, his heart nearly skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly, taking subtle glances in her direction.

She wasn't sure if she had ever been near him before, seeing as this was the first time that she's noticed him. Keeping her usual, uninterested expression, she walked past him, keeping her eyes glued on the vending machine in front of her. Before she made it the wonderful machine that held small coffees, she heard a quiet, nearly inaudible whimper and uneven exhale behind her. (Y/N) smirked lightly, her theory now being confirmed.

The Omega wants his Alpha.

Retrieving a small can of coffee from the vending machine, (Y/N) turned back around, walking back the same way she came. She decided to tease him a little, see how easily worked up he could get, and how well he could contain it in public. She stopped when she was in front of him, but didn't turn towards him. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she whispered, "Your suppressants can't hide you from me..." she gazed at him sharply through the corner of her eyes, hissing, "Omega."

Takeshi froze, his breath hitching and eyes widening. His hands started to shake lightly and he swallowed thickly. A large shiver shot through his spine at her authoritative tone. Yes! -he thought- Tell me what you want, I'll do it!

His mind responded to her as if she called to give him a command. Both his body and breath shook, waiting with such anticipation to hear what she had to say. The way she hummed after catching his reaction sounded pleased. She hadn't even given him a command and she was already pleased with him! Had he done it? Had he finally gotten his Alpha's full attention? She knew his status; she knew he wanted her just from glances alone.

She silently walked off not even a minute after she spoke to him. He was left confused. Does he follow her? Or should he stay put and wait for her to actually speak a command? Her tone was that of wanting to give one, wasn't it? He started to wonder if he imagined it at this point. With how much he's thought about hearing it, it would only be a matter of time until he misheard something. Right?

Takeshi stayed in place at the side of his car, his mind running rampant. He's never felt it so out of whack before. Is this what other Omegas feel when their Alpha doesn't give them a command after calling for them, or was he just losing it? He felt... needy and hollow. Like he had to fulfill something to fill the hollowness inside him. Alpha's wishes, his mind told him. The need to do what she wished of him. But what was it? She never said.

It was almost frustrating how such a small thing bothered his mind and body so much. The sudden sound of the radio pulled him out of his thoughts when it was announced that Shingo won the race. It didn't take long for everyone to leave. When (Y/N), her friend, and himself were one of the last few, she said something to (F/N) before walking back to him.

He looked at her expectantly, then in anticipation when she called lowly, "Omega." She reached a hand up and rubbed the back of it down both sides of his neck. She's scenting me! If he had a tail, he knew it would be wagging back and forth so fast you probably wouldn't even be able to see it.

"Go home." She commanded. He nodded several times, his heart nearly stopping when she gave him a small smile before leaving. When she sat in the passenger side of (F/N)'s car, the girl asked, "Who was that guy?"

"Just an Omega wanting to do as he's told."

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During the whole drive home, Takeshi felt like he was going to explode. Every time he had to wait at a stop light, his leg wouldn't stop bouncing. She noticed him, talked to him, gave him a command, scented him. His head was running hundreds of kilometres a second. He never thought he would be so happy to obey a command, even if it was just to go home. He supposed that's what it's like to be an Omega in love. His high school self would hate him right about now.

Time blurred right by and the lovesick racer was in bed. Before he fell asleep, he unconsciously rubbed his neck along the pillow, transferring as much of (Y/N)'s scent to it as possible. It was just as sharp as she was, yet it lulled him to sleep as the most comforting scent he's ever smelled.

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It was practice night for the NightKids and the team was gathered at the top of the pass. Tonight's practice was about time attacks and everything was going smoothly. Was.

"What's this?" Shingo started, a smirk on his face that was growing by the second, "Has our dear Nakazato been scented? What a scandal it must be for a Beta to have an Alpha's scent all over him." Everyone's attention landed on Takeshi, who was starting to get nervous, though he did fairly well in not showing it. "Unless he isn't a Beta after all." Shoji finished with the widest smirks he's ever worn.

"What does it matter if I was scented? I'm around Alphas every day. They're everywhere if you haven't noticed. It was going to happen at some point, don't you think?" Takeshi retorted.

"Oh, I know we're everywhere. I also know that we wouldn't mistakenly scent a Beta, either. I sure as hell wouldn't want my scent on a poor excuse of a Beta when I could find myself a pretty little Omega." Shingo chuckled, his two friends joining in as well. "Then again, you aren't a Beta, are you Takeshi?" he asked mockingly.

Takeshi didn't respond. In all honestly, he didn't know what to fire back with. He couldn't hide it anymore and trying to wouldn't get him anywhere. He was fucked either way and he knew Shingo was about to take control of his team. Shingo stood in front of him now, that smug smirk never leaving his face. He was only two inches shorter than Takeshi, yet he felt he was being towered over. "Well, Omega? I'm waiting."

He was scared that tone of authority would affect him the same way it did when (Y/N) called him. He was oh so relieved when nothing happened. Shingo's patience was wearing thin as he started growling lowly, still waiting for his answer. Takeshi wasn't looking him in the eye, instead staring off to the side with his head slightly turned that direction. Just as Shingo was about to take hold of his jaw to face him, an extremely pissed off yell scared everyone.

"Hands off my Omega!"

Everyone looked behind Takeshi, who turned around as well. His eyes widened with both surprise and relief when his silver irises landed on (Y/N) standing on the other side of the lot. Her gaze was dark, lethal, and screamed death as the (E/C) of her eyes was fixated on Shingo. Her slow walk intimidated him and the others even more, but Takeshi was almost reveling in the fact his Alpha was protecting him.

Shingo sweat dropped, staring at her with horrified eyes. Her mere presence alone was about to make him shit bricks. When she stood in front of Takeshi, distancing Shingo from him, she raised a finger to point at the road, he immediately flinched and cowered, not sure what she was going to do. She has power even over other Alphas, Takeshi thought, amazed.

"Leave." She seethed with a low, dangerous growl, looking between Shoji and the friends who follow him like lost dogs. They glanced at each other, hesitantly and slowly walked backwards, not daring to turn their back on her. "NOW!"

Shingo's friends took off while the latter scampered to his car, tripping over himself multiple times before making it to the Civic and hurriedly driving off. The others stood in place, too scared to make a sound, hell, even blink. She turned to them, telling them leave as well, but in a much calmer tone. They all did so with no hesitation, yet were silently grateful they avoided her wrath.

She quickly turned to Takeshi, gently taking hold of his jaw and turning his head to the side, checking him over. "Did he touch you?" she asked quietly.

"No, didn't get the chance."

"Good." She lightly rubbed the side of his jaw with her thumb and he leaned into her touch, humming quietly. If he were a cat, he'd be purring. He sighed happily when she scented his neck again. "Go home."

"I want you to go with me." He said quickly, almost desperately. Takeshi didn't want to obey her light command to go home if she wasn't going to be there with him. He wanted to sleep with her, to have the sheets covered in her scent, and to hold her close with his face nuzzled into her neck. But what he really wanted was to get marked by her. He wanted to feel her bite into his neck and feel the sharp, pleasurable mark sink into skin forever.

Every mated Omega he's met has talked about what it felt like to finally be marked by their Alpha, and every one of them explained it as one of the best feelings they'll ever experience. Now that his Alpha also wanted him, he didn't want to wait... he couldn't wait.

"I'll bring you home with me only when you take me on a date." She smirked lightly.

"Tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

"Whenever you want."

"Tomorrow." He said firmly and she smiled.

"Tomorrow, then."

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Takeshi didn't get even a minute of sleep last night as he thought of every possible idea he could come up with, for a date worthy of (Y/N). It had to be just right; the setting, the location, the surroundings, everything. Maybe he was thinking too much into this, but he didn't want to take any chances of something going wrong.

He was starting to settle on the idea of an extravagant restaurant over in Takasaki. Hardly any dates go wrong at a place like that and if he can show (Y/N) that an Omega can also provide high quality things for their Alpha, she'd have to be impressed! Omegas rarely have the chance nor means to be able to do something like that, but luck happened to be on his side today.

When the time came, he got ready, changing into an outfit consisting of black. He didn't really have any other colours and didn't own a suit, so his black button up would hopefully have to do. He put on the best cologne he had, but not enough to completely mask his scent. He gelled his hair in the usual slicked back style before considering himself ready and leaving.

He wasn't going to lie, he was extremely nervous about how the date will go, but also excited that it's finally happening. He pulled the car over to the side of the road at the bottom of Myogi, the location where (Y/N) told him to pick her up at. The hazard lights lit up the nearby buildings with every blink and it was slightly hypnotizing. His eyes lit up as brightly as the lights when (Y/N) walked around the corner, wearing the most beautiful dress he's ever seen.

She's gorgeous. How did he ever manage to land her? He'll never know. She got in the car and gently shut the door.

"Takeshi." She lightly greeted, with her now usual, small smile.

"Hi." He replied shyly, a blush easily making its way over his cheeks.

"You look lovely," she hummed and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering, "ravishing, even."

She leaned back, hearing Takeshi stutter out, "Y-you as w-well. You look b-beautiful."

"Thank you, love. So, where is the place you had planned?" She changed the subject, helping him relax a bit.

"Oh, it's in Takasaki. Hopefully you'll like it."

"With what you suggested I wear for the setting, I'm quite sure I will." She said matter-of-factly, her smile widening.

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He certainly knows how impress a lady, doesn't he? She wasn't quite sure if he knew how expensive this place was going to be, but was quickly catching on to what he was trying to prove. It was sweet, she thought, but he didn't need to spend so much on her, Alpha or not.

She had to admit, she had never met an Omega so hellbent on gaining the attention, affection, and approval of their Alpha before. Takeshi certainly was something else. They had relaxed into an easy conversation about each other, the general questions one would ask on a first date.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly roamed over his features, and his words were blowing over her head. His talking slowed then stopped when he realized she didn't seem to be paying attention.

"Am I boring you?" he asked hesitantly, avoiding eye contact.

"No, I'm listening, but your words aren't really registering. Your looks keep interfering with that." She winked. (Y/N) chuckled when he blushed heavily, giving a shy "Oh".

He always appears so innocent, it's truly adorable, she thought.

When the bill came around, (Y/N) quickly snatched it before Takeshi had a chance. He reassured her several times that he would pay for it but she smoothly replied saying, "I know what you were intending to do and I appreciate that, darling. Now, let your Alpha take care of you." His instincts told him to leave it be and let her do as she pleased.

As they walked back to his car, (Y/N) broke the silence. "Would you be willing to let me drive? It'll only be a few minutes." Takeshi looked at her with surprise, but handed over his keys nonetheless. "I don't want you to take this as a command, Takeshi. I know how much you value your car. If you genuinely don't want me to drive, say so."

"I don't have a problem with it at all. It'd actually be nice to see you drive it..." he mumbled the last sentence, scratching the back of his head. He found it a little strange, sitting in the passenger side, but the view he had to his right was definitely a treat.

"I only asked this of you so I could actually take you home with me, rather than give directions. Much more satisfying, don't you think?" she spoke as she turned the car on. Takeshi could only nod after processing her words. His imaginary tail wagging at incredible speeds as his heart beat relentlessly.

This is it! It's finally happening, he thought excitedly, accidently letting out a whimper. (Y/N) glanced at him through the corner of her eye, saying nothing. She didn't need to ask; she could smell the pheromones radiating off of him in droves.

Within fifteen minutes she pulled into the large driveway of her house. It was on the border of Takasaki and in a rich neighborhood. Takeshi figured as much, seeing how she was an Alpha, let alone a rare one. But at the same time she was down to earth, making him almost second guess that thought. At least she wasn't the kind of rich person the Takahashi's were.

The minute he entered the house, her scent hit him like a truck. It was calming yet sharp, protective yet dominating. Takeshi loved it. Is this what made so Omegas want to stay home for? If it was, he certainly didn't mind it. But he still wanted to go out and make something of his life as well.

"You alright? Looks like something is bothering you." (Y/N) said suddenly, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I was just thinking about, um-" he didn't know how to word it without giving off the wrong meaning.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know. Don't shy away from what's really bothering you. I'm here to listen, love." She spoke reassuringly, her smile helping in easing his nerves. She led him to the couch and waited for him to talk.

She didn't fail to notice how he seemed a bit hesitant and nervous to tell her his worries. About his mindset during his school years all the way up to the present. The way his thoughts on stereotypes suddenly changed when he first caught glimpse of her.

(Y/N) had found his sudden change of heart interesting when he told her the story of how set he was on not wanting to be the average, dependent Omega that stayed home and listened to every command they were given.

He was clearly relieved when (Y/N) appreciated such honesty and that she as well didn't prefer to keep her partner forever homebound and to strip them of their freedom for the sake of status and stereotypical roles.

"I have no right to take your freedom from you. Your freedom is your own and you may do what you like. All I ask is that you come home to me at the end of the day." She said lightly, almost a whisper as her eyes glimmered gently when looking at him. "If you ever change your mind and decide you want to stay home like the others, I certainly won't have any objections to it." She gave a small, playful wink that made him chuckle.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, truly."

"Of course. What kind of an Alpha would I be if my Omega lived unhappily?" she moved closer, bringing a hand to wrap gently around the back of his neck. Her thumb lightly traced the side of his neck. "Speaking of," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I have yet to truly make you mine."

"So, what's stopping you?" he asked breathily. She was going to reply with, "Your certainty," but the look in his eyes answered that for her. Moving her hand from his neck to his jaw, she turned his head towards her, crashing their lips together. Takeshi hummed happily, eyes closing as he easily melted into the kiss.

He loved the touch of dominance she gave with each kiss, knowing that was only going to get stronger. Biting his bottom lip, she didn't ask for entrance, rather commanded to have it. The Omega gladly obeyed, giving her free reign over her new territory that she quickly marked with her tongue. Takeshi groaned quietly when their tongues met, letting her control the dance until she pulled away.

"Omega..." She commanded and Takeshi's full attention was on her, eagerly waiting to hear her full command. "My room." (Y/N) stood up, taking him by the wrist and he followed with no hesitation. As she reached the edge of the bed, (Y/N) pulled his wrist, bringing him closer as they locked lips. His arms wrapped around her waist when she let go, holding his neck with one hand and the other tangling itself in his soft hair.

She turned them around, pushing Takeshi back to lie on the bed as she straddled him. Leaving a trail of kisses along the sides of his neck, she gave small nips, making him whimper for more. His grip on her waist tightened as he gave her more access to his neck. "Omega," her breath lightly fanned his collarbone, "tell me what you want."

"A-Alpha..." He sighed heavily as she unbuttoned his shirt, her lips leaving feathery kisses along his collarbones. Slipping his shirt off, she trailed her fingers down his chest and stomach, stopping at his belt. (Y/N) unbuckled it, loosening it enough to lower his pants. Their eyes met and Takeshi was too enraptured to avert his gaze as she lowered his pants, then his boxers. His hard length was freed, earning (Y/N) a deep groan from her Omega's throat.

The blush on cheeks grew darker as he whimpered, watching her tongue slowly drag up the base, her eyes not leaving his. She left light, teasing kisses along the side, leaving Takeshi to beg for her mouth.

"P-Please, Alpha... (Y-Y/N) I want y-you, please."

She hummed, pleased at his begging. Taking him in her mouth, she slowly bobbed her head, taking more each time. His small moans turned loud when her tongue swirled expertly around him. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, quieting his moans and whimpers as his other gripped the sheets tightly. (Y/N) didn't fail to notice his sudden silence and pulled away before he could come.

"Don't shy away from me," she moved his hand away, "I want to hear everything I do to you, Takeshi. Everything that makes you feel good, I want to hear it. Understand?"

He nodded weakly, a moan quickly slipping out when she returned to her ministrations. It felt so good, but felt so frustrating at the same; just as he was near his release, she stopped and pulled away to focus on another area. When his would-be high had lessened enough, only then would she go back and work him up again.

She had left several bite marks on his thighs, and as good and arousing as they felt, they weren't the bite he was looking for. The Omega let out moans after whimpers after groans at her surreal touch, reveling in the sensations he didn't know parts of him could feel.

Slipping out of her clothes quickly, (Y/N) straddled his hips and Takeshi's hands held onto hers. His nails left small crescents on her skin as she lowered onto him, taking him in full. He let out a guttural growl that mixed with (Y/N)'s moan. She quickly set the rhythm, riding him at a pace that had them moaning and panting almost constantly.

She lightly trailed her fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of definition. It was a pity that his loose shirts always covered such a beautiful sight. Then again, she didn't need any Alphas to come along and stare at him longer than they should. When her pace began to slow and breathing grow heavier, Takeshi rolled themselves over, taking the lead. It pleased him to hear a string of moans slip past her lips. His thrusts hit deeply, each one being fast and rough. (Y/N)'s nails clawed at his back, leaving long scratches and light cuts. It didn't take long for their release to build up and (Y/N) took the opportunity to finally mark what was hers.

"Omega." She brought a hand to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down. "You belong to me." Her breath lightly fanned over his skin before biting down on the crook of his neck, earning her the loveliest moan from his lips as he came, her high following right after. Slight whimpers and hums came from his throat as he reveled in the sensation of her bite. (Y/N) gently trailed her tongue over the mark once to soothe the pain before pulling away. She gave him a few soft pecks, telling him she would clean the cuts she caused.

With comfortable clothes back on, she led him to the bathroom, gently wiping over the cuts and the small bits of blood that trailed down his back. She did the same for the fresh mark on his neck, holding the warm cloth in place for a short time before pulling away to rinse it off. It felt nice, he thought. To have someone other than yourself take care of you even for small things such as this. He loved it. She was so soft and caring with him, gentle with all of her touches and kisses. As they lied back in bed, she doted on him endlessly and he did the same. The kisses they shared, the scenting, the protective hugs, they did it for what felt like hours before their exhaustion finally took hold of them and falling asleep.

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(Y/N) and Takeshi arrived at the top of the mountain another race was taking place on. (F/N) nearly begged the Alpha's ear off to come and hang out for the night. With much convincing, the girl succeeded.

"(Y/N)!" her friend screeched from the other side of the lot, running towards her. Both her and Takeshi turned their heads in the girl's direction due to the unholy, high pitched sound. (F/N) nearly ran into her, stopping only a few inches in front of her.

"How 'ya been?! It's been a while since we last hung out together!"

"It's only been four days, (F/N)."

"Yeah, well. Still a long time for me." She muttered before perking up quickly, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, I have news!" She said, dragging out the last word in a singsong tone.

"And what would that be?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, watching her ecstatic friend. She giggled like a schoolgirl, pointing towards Ryosuke who was leaning against the back fender of his FC talking with his brother.

"Guess who got the sexiest man on earth?! Meeee! He is the literal definition of perfection and there's no way someone is better than him, you can't change my mind!" (F/N) continued her giggles and small squeals before quickly waving and nearly skipping back over to Ryosuke's side.

"Hmm. So, she actually got him, huh?"

"I'm surprised Takahashi went for someone so... hyper." Takeshi said, an eyebrow slightly raised as he looked between the two. (Y/N) nodded, giving a short response of, "Agreed." Turning towards him and wrapping her arms around his sides, she leaned into him with a sigh that turned to a pleased hum when his arms were draped over her form.

Neither of them gave a second thought to the people who took glances at them, and the jealous glares other Alphas gave Takeshi. If anything, he found it amusing. Especially how Shingo was still scared shitless of his mate and kept his distance from her at every waking moment.

He gently squeezed her waist, smiling lightly as he looked down at her. He ran his fingers through her soft hair repeatedly, making her lean more into him and nearly purring like a cat. At least he had his car to lean on otherwise she would've easily brought them both to the ground.

"Takeshi? I don't think (F/N) called me up here actually hang around her, so why don't you and I go home? I have an Omega to love on and I'd prefer to do it there." She looked up, meeting his eyes with a suggestive smile he's quickly learned to know.

"Well, it just so happens that I have an Alpha to love on as well." He copied her smile and kissed her; the hint of excitement apparent through the action. The drive home was quick and before they were even through the door, they had each other's tongues down their throat and clothes taken off.

(It's almost as if they're horny dogs or something.)

[scarletnakazato]

Falling Into My Heart - Keisuke's Ending

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | (Full Story Here!) | (Takeshi's Ending Here!) • Word Count: 4,624. • Synopsis: In which Keisuke plans a small road trip along with a grand date, and at the end, some teasing works up the blonde racer, leading to a night filled with passion.

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When the boys told (Y/N) of their plan, she agreed it was a good idea. Still not knowing who she loves more, the race will make it fair game, along with making the decision easier. This isn't a race anyone spoke of for spectators to come to Myogi and see. Everyone called it a practice run and no one else was interested in it. The NightKids and the RedSuns were here however to watch the corners and finish line, making sure no one pulled tricks and lied about who really won. When everyone was situated and the cars lined up at the start, the race began immediately.

With the team members keeping everyone else updated, all the others could do was wait to hear who finished first. (Y/N) was hoping deep down that Keisuke would win. He may be a bit headstrong and have an attitude sometimes, but deep down, he's a really caring guy and a huge softy.

She was pulled from her thoughts when one of the RedSuns spoke up.

"The race is over; Keisuke won!" (Y/N) couldn't contain the smile that quickly made its way onto her face. She was ecstatic and genuinely happy it was him. She waited for them to drive back up, Keisuke being the one to pull over next to her. She pulled him into a tight hug as soon as he shut the car's door, taking him by surprise. Keisuke returned it, picking her up in the process, hugging her back just as tight with a grin on his face.

(Y/N) had her legs wrapped around his waist, staying like this for a short time as they talked about the race and her congratulating his win. It was only when she said she wanted to speak to Takeshi that he set her back down.

Takeshi noticed her coming his way and stood up from his spot on the R32's hood.

"Hey, Tak." She greeted, standing in front of him.

"Hey." He replied, not knowing what else to say.

"We're still gonna hang around each other and talk, right?" she asked a bit nervously.

He looked at her a bit surprised. "Yeah, of course. This isn't changing anything between us. I don't mind staying the way we are at all; losing you would be worse." With a reassuring smile, he pulled her in for a hug that she gladly returned.

"I was planning to take you to Tokyo sometime, if you'd be up for that at least?"

"Yeah, that sounds great." They talked a few minutes more, making a couple plans for future visits before they parted ways, (Y/N) going back to Keisuke.

"So, what do you want to do now?" the blonde asked as they got in the FD.

"We could hang out at your place for a little while and then take me home? I have work in the morning."

"Sounds good," Keisuke pulled onto the road, "speaking of work... you still interested in working with me and the guys at the shop?"

"Yeah, that'd be great! I'll put in my notice tomorrow at work too."

"Well, guess I only have two weeks left to buy your lattes, huh? The other girl there doesn't make them anywhere near as good as you." Keisuke smiled playfully.

"I can make you more whenever you want; I know the recipe." (Y/N) winked at him. He wore a cheesy smile and yelled, "Yes!"

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A month flew by like a car on the downhill, (Y/N) easily adjusted into the new job at the shop and it was a hell of a lot more fun. Most of the RedSuns work there, who are all friendly, and with Keisuke being an easy-going boss, there's no stress or frustration trying to get a job done in an unrealistic amount of time. The only frustration (Y/N) is currently having, is trying to get an answer out of Keisuke.

"If you tell me where we're going, I'll pack my stuff." She negotiated.

"Or, you pack your stuff, I drive us there, and then you find out where we're going." He smirked and she groaned.

"Come on, Kei. It can't be that hard to tell someone where you're taking them."

"And it can't be that hard to pack some clothes for a weekend and sit for an hour drive. Come on gorgeous, you can do it. I believe in you." Still wearing that smirk, he winked at her as he sat on the couch in her apartment. She let out another groan of frustration, muttering a long, "Fine" as she went to her room.

She came back out a few minutes later with two full bags and stared at him expectantly. "Alright, now we can go," was all Keisuke said as he stood up and headed for the door, (Y/N) trailing behind him. She put her bags in the hatch then got in the passenger side of the FD. Keisuke pulled out of the apartment complex, following a series of roads and the highway, the two of them talking along the way for the hour drive.

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Pulling into a parking spot, Keisuke shut off the car and popped open the hatch. The beach? (Y/N) looked out at the sparkling ocean, the sound of waves crashing against each other and the smell of salt water surrounded them. Keisuke grabbed a small bag filled with towels as (Y/N) dug through hers for her swimsuit.

"I'm gonna go change quick. I'm lucky I brought one of these." She said and Keisuke chuckled. "I'll wait here." Nodding in response, she scurried off to the closest changing room. Coming back out a few minutes later in a (F/C) swimsuit, she saw Keisuke leaning against the FD - with no shirt on - and stared with a blush on her cheeks, going to her ears. Wow, he's hot.

When he noticed her walking back, he blushed just as much as her, as well as staring just as much as her. She looked good in that colour and how it hugged her curves perfectly. Wow, she's gorgeous.

"Hey gorgeous." Keisuke said with a smile, his blush now light.

"Hey hotshot." She mimicked him. His smile turned to a proud smirk at the name. He took her hand in his and they walked down to the beach. Finding an empty spot, they laid a huge towel over the sand and an umbrella over it. After they set it up, they headed for the water. (Y/N) was taking her time since she claimed it was freezing, when it's the middle of summer. So, Keisuke being Keisuke, took matters into his own hands.

"Keisuke Takahashi, you put me down right now!" she wiggled around trying to get out of his hold.

"C'mon babe, it isn't that cold." He laughed and walked further in the water.

"Yes, it is! Put me down!"

Keisuke smirked and shrugged. "If you insist." He simply dropped his arms and (Y/N) fell in the water. She squealed and instantly stood up, quickly making her way back to shore, chanting "Cold, cold, cold, cold!" as she moved. Keisuke followed behind her as he laughed.

Getting back to their spot, she grabbed two big towels and wrapped them around herself in a cocoon, basking in the newfound warmth. Keisuke playfully teased her as he was laying in the sun and she responded by throwing a damp towel over his face. He grumbled something as he got it off and she chuckled.

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"A hotel?" (Y/N) asked as Keisuke pulled into the parking lot. "Yeah, I got a one more thing planned out for today, so by the time we leave it would be late. I figured we could crash here for the night, if that's okay?"

She nodded. "Fine by me." Both of them grabbed their bags out of the hatch, and went inside. Keisuke checked in and led them to the room.

It's a high end one, for sure. Expensive furniture in each main room, grand styled walls, fancy carpets, the whole nine yards. The room they had was just as rich. With a lot of space, a king-sized bed, a balcony with a perfect view of the beach, it even had a small chandelier in the center of the ceiling. The room consisted of black, grey, and white giving it a sharp, clean appearance.

"Wow..." (Y/N) looked around the room in awe.

"You like it?" Keisuke asked as he set his bags down.

"More than that; this is beautiful." She put her things down next to Keisuke's.

"Compared to you, this is nothing." He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her cheek a light kiss. "I got a reservation for us at the next place, go change and we can leave right away." He gave her another kiss before pulling away and going to one of his bags.

"Is it high end like it is here?" she asked.

"Yeah, kind of." He lightly shrugged, pulling clothes out of the bag.

"I don't have anything that would fit the setting. You never told me anything when you made me pack-"

"Try this, then." Keisuke pulled out a (F/C) dress that glowed in the light. It was the perfect length, shade of colour, and the designs were simple and elegant, blending in with the dress smoothly. He held it out to her, his signature smile played on his lips.

She gently took it, gazing at it with amazement. She looked up at Keisuke with eyes that asked, "Is this really okay?"

All he did was give a nod and wave of his hand towards the bathroom. While she changed, Keisuke started to dress himself in a pristine black suit. (Y/N) walked out of the bathroom in the dress, focusing her attention on adjusting it to fit more comfortably that she didn't notice Keisuke come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. He pressed light kisses along her cheek and neck, rubbing her sides gently.

"Hey beautiful." He kissed her cheek again. She turned around in his arms, taking the sight of him in. The way the suit fit around his figure, to the little fixtures in his spiky hair made her lightly bite her lip as she smiled up at him.

"Hey handsome." Trailing her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, she lightly played with the strands of hair at the back of his neck.

Keisuke rested his hands on (Y/N)'s hips, gently squeezing them as she brought him in for a sweet kiss. Melting into it, they both hummed in delight. Keisuke lightly slid his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She eagerly complied, giving him free reign to mark his newfound territory. His tongue moved skillfully, taking in every detail and every texture. He earned a muffled moan from (Y/N) when it reached the start of her throat.

They pulled away; their breaths slightly laboured. Their cheeks were flushed, and their reddened lips had a small string of saliva keeping them connected for a moment before breaking. "I think we should go if we want to get there on time." He said breathily.

"Agreed."

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Keisuke pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant that sat on the edge of the beach. Getting out of the FD and inside, they got to their seats in the back of the room. It had a large window that showed a pier going over the water, the sun beginning to set slowly, making its way down to meet the horizon. As they ate and occasionally took sips of their wine, they talked about anything from common interests to what dreams they wanted to achieve in the future.

After dinner, they went to the pier just outside. Keisuke's arm was wrapped around (Y/N)'s waist, his hand resting on her hip. She had both arms around him in a side hug as they slowly walked along the pier taking in the view. Once they reached the end, they leaned towards one another.

Keisuke rested his forehead on (Y/N)'s, both taking in each other's features that were lit up by the light of the setting sun. (Y/N) brought a hand to Keisuke's cheek, softly stroking it. He immediately leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment, and humming with a soft smile. He lifted her chin softly with a finger and pressed his lips onto her soft ones. Moving his hand to the back of her neck, he tilted his head a bit before reconnecting their lips in a long, passionate one.

Pulling away after a few minutes, Keisuke leaned his forehead back on (Y/N)'s and spoke first. "I love you, (Y/N). Thank you for choosing me; I love you to the moon and back for it." He gently pulls her in, arms wrapped around her in a hug.

(Y/N) immediately hugged back. "I love you too, Keisuke. Thank you for everything; you're a miracle." She smiled up at him, staring into his crystal blue eyes before resting her head on his chest, the both of them staring out at the sunset lit ocean.

"Anything for you, beautiful. Anything."

(Lemon)

(Y/N) and Keisuke had just left the restaurant, heading back to the hotel. It was a comforting silence as they simply enjoyed each other's presence. Stopping at a red light, he waited for it to turn green. Although, it was taking a while. (Y/N) didn't seem to notice as she looked around at the scenery. Keisuke checked to see if any other cars were around them, waiting as well.

No one here.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?" (Y/N) turned her head towards him and before she could register anything, Keisuke leaned over and gently held her jaw in place as he smashed his lips onto hers, immediately snaking his tongue into her mouth. He quickly and skillfully moved his tongue throughout every part, taking it all in as if memorizing it.

He noticed a flash of green out of the corner of his eye. Putting the FD into gear, he pulled away and continued driving as if that didn't just happen. (Y/N) sat there, her mouth still slightly open and with a shocked expression. When she processed what had happened, a large, dark blush covered the entirety of her cheeks. Looking forward, she started to think of a way to get revenge on him.

That's when it hit her.

Regaining her composure, (Y/N) wore a subtle smirk she knew Keisuke couldn't see. After he finished changing lanes, she grabbed the middle of his thigh with her hand. Keisuke tensed up as soon as he felt it. His breath hitched and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He looked at her only to see her staring out the front window with a straight face.

Keisuke swallowed thickly, focusing his attention back on the road without a word. A couple minutes passed when he felt her hand start to slowly, and lightly trail up and down his thigh. Trying to play it off as normal, he casually took hold of her own thigh, just holding it. When her hand trailed back up, it went a bit higher than last time.

Keisuke tensed a bit and squeezed her thigh out of reflex. She made no reaction, making him mentally pout. Her hand went back down, and he relaxed, no longer squeezing her thigh. Keisuke mentally counted the seconds it would take for her hand to trail its way back up towards his hip, trying to prepare himself to not tense up. Her teasing already caused him to have a tent in his pants and he didn't want it to get any worse. At least not yet.

Her hand came back up at the count of fifteen seconds. He didn't react this time when she went higher. But just his luck; she noticed. At the arc of trailing back down his thigh, she purposely brushed the back of her hand against his arousal, earning her a whimper that escaped from his lips and a tight squeeze on the thigh.

Damn, this girl can be a real tease. Keisuke thought with furrowed brows and heavier breaths. The entrance to the hotel parking lot finally came into view and Keisuke sped up before pulling in and quickly parking the FD. He quickly got out and waited for (Y/N) to shut the passenger door so he could lock it, but she decided to take her time.

He tapped his foot in anticipation, wanting to get to their room as quickly as possible. "C'mon babe!" He said quickly as she finally got out.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going." She shut the door and he locked it. "How are you holding up, hmm?" she asked with an innocent voice, but the smirk said otherwise.

"As soon as we're through those front doors, we're beelining it to the room, got it?" he said in a loud whisper, the feeling of his pants constricting him becoming extremely uncomfortable.

"Alrighty." Was all she replied with as she walked with the smirk still present. Keisuke put both hands in his pockets, pushing them further out on purpose to try and cover his "small" problem. Good thing for him was that no one was in the lobby except the receptionist. It was late at night anyways. He sped walked to the elevators and luckily (Y/N) kept up for him.

They got in and just as the elevator doors closed, Keisuke pinned her against the wall, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. He picked her up, evening out the height difference and keeping her top half pressed against the wall. With her arms around his neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist and could feel Keisuke lightly grind himself against her. They sighed during the kiss at the same time, their anticipation to finish what had been started grew more and more.

The elevator gave a small ding as its doors opened, and Keisuke pulled (Y/N) away from the wall carrying her down the empty hallway to their room never breaking the kiss. He pulled out the key for the door and unlocked it, walking inside. Keisuke kicked the door shut and flicked the dead bolt to re-lock it then went straight to the bed.

Dropping (Y/N) onto it, he hovered over her, taking his suit jacket off and undoing the buttons on his shirt. She stared at his toned chest and stomach, feeling it up when he leaned over her. Sadly, Keisuke cut it short when he took hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"You're going to pay for that little tease you thought was so clever," his voice was deep and husky as he whispered in her ear, "and you're going to beg for me, sweetheart." He nipped her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine, and traveled down along her neck, licking, biting, and sucking on all parts of it until he found her sweet spot. He marked that spot with a dark hickey, earning a loud moan from her lips and claiming her as his own. Now everyone is going to know who she belongs to; (Y/N) is his and his alone.

Once he was satisfied with his mark, he gently stood her up and unzipped the back of the dress, letting it slip off her shoulders and onto the floor. (Y/N) pushed his shirt off his shoulders, Keisuke getting the hint and taking it off completely and bringing his hands to the back of her bra. He stopped once his fingers reached the clips and he looked into her eyes. "Can I?"

She smiled, nodding. "Go ahead." Almost desperately, he unclipped the hooks and pushed the straps off her shoulders, taking it off.

Keisuke already focused himself on sliding his hands down her curved sides to her underwear. He slid two fingers on the inside, hooking them and pulling it down. He gently moved her to lie back down and he looked her up and down in awe. "God damn, you're so beautiful," he said, moving strands of hair behind her ear, "look at you." His voice, a whisper now, as his thumb lightly stroked her cheek and she leaned into his touch with a soft hum.

Slipping his shoes off, Keisuke climbed on the bed, straddling her with a leg on each side. Leaning over her, he kissed the dark hickey and trailed them down to her breasts. He kissed the side of one before taking it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Not forgetting about the other, he brings a free hand up and starts to gently knead it.

"Keisuke..." (Y/N) lightly moans from the sensation. He switches sides, earning more chants of his name and a mixture of sighs and moans from her. He pulls away after a couple minutes and trails his tongue up her cleavage leaving a trail. He teasingly brushes his lips along her jaw and presses kisses on the corners of her mouth earning a frustrated whine from her. "Kei..."

"Don't think I forgot about your little tease in the car. It's only fair that you get a bit of it as well, right?" he smirked. He brought his hands to (Y/N)'s thighs and squeezed them as he moved himself down to her lower half. He left feathery, teasing kisses on the inside of her thighs, the tips of his fingers lightly trailing up and down. Like she did in the car, every time his fingers went up, they got closer and closer to her core. He purposely brushed his fingers along the edge of her entrance causing her to whine and squirm.

"Keisuke! Please..." She gripped the sheets as she moved, trying to get any kind of friction.

"Good girl, keep begging." He brought his fingers ever closer to the heat between her legs, her continuous pleads finally bringing him to her heat. He pushed a finger in, moving it in and out as he quickened the pace and she moaned his name. It only escalated from there as he put in a second, then a third.

(Y/N) was a mess underneath him; with ruffled hair, red tinted cheeks, and laboured breaths. Keisuke could feel her release building up, so he removed his fingers. She let out a long whimper from the denial. "Keisuke..."

"Don't worry, you'll have it sweetheart." He said as he leaned back, undoing his belt taking both his pants and boxers off in one swift movement. He let out a loud relieved sigh that was a borderline moan. Keisuke moved to hover over (Y/N) but she stopped him, grabbing his shoulders, and flipping him over, forcing him onto his back.

He was pulled from his stunned daze when he felt a tongue trail up his member. His breath hitched and he let out a breathy moan when he looked at (Y/N). He would have watched the entirety of it if he didn't throw his head back against the pillow, a loud moan escaping his lips when she took him in her mouth.

He was wrapped around her finger now.

"(Y-Y/N)!" Keisuke stuttered as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around him as she did. When she started to pick up her pace, taking more of him in each time she went down, Keisuke turned into one hell of a mess. Moans, whimpers, begs, they all slipped past his gorgeous lips. His cheeks were smothered in a dark red blush that spread to his ears. His normally upward spiky hair now had strands in every direction and his bangs covered his forehead. His crystal blue eyes were clouded and half-lidded.

When Keisuke whimpered that he was close, (Y/N) instantly pulled away. "(Y/N)! P-please..." She smirked at the man under her as he desperately whined for his release. Funny how he was so dominant just a few minutes ago. Now look at him; he was completely undone, panting heavily beneath her and she's got him begging. It felt good to be on top.

"Please what, Keisuke?" she asked teasingly and leaned forward, her lips barely brushing the edge of his ear as she whispered, "What do you want me to do to you?" she could feel him shiver as he lightly whimpered and squirmed. The blonde muttered words and looked away with a dark blush, the back of his hand covering a part of his mouth. She took his hand, lacing their fingers together as she moved it to rest on the bed.

"Louder, Keisuke."

"F-fuck me, p-please." His voice cracked slightly as she "accidently" grinded against him when he spoke.

"Good boy."

With that, she lowered herself onto his member, both of them groaning in unison. Keisuke brought a hand to her hip, holding her in place. She let go of his other hand and brought hers to the side of his face, the dim light of the room illuminating his features just enough. She gently trailed her hand over his jaw and the side of his neck, all the way down to his waist. She held onto his sides to stabilize herself as she moved.

"God, you feel so good, so warm." He said with a deep voice, his eyes closed, and head back against the pillow. His grip on her hips tightened, leaving crescent marks in her soft skin. (Y/N) picked up her pace, this time moving her hips in a grinding motion.

"Keisuke..." She moaned as he brought his hips up to meet hers every time she came down.

(Y/N) leaned forward and captured Keisuke's lips in a kiss. Their lips molded together perfectly, moving in sync. She slid her tongue across and lightly tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth. With a small moan, Keisuke let her in, allowing her to explore her new territory. Once she was finished, she intertwined their tongues. It was almost like a dance with no leader. They moved how they wanted to, on their own accord. There was no fight for dominance, just a dance.

Keisuke pulled away first and flipped (Y/N) over to take his place. They were both slowly building up their release once again and Keisuke wanted to be the one to finish them both. He paced his rough thrusts at a quick speed and (Y/N) wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. She had her arms around his shoulders and fingers tangled in his dirty blonde hair, lightly moaning his name in chants with those sweet lips of hers.

"K-Kei... I'm c-close." She whimpered.

"Me too, baby." His thrusts started getting sloppy and his head lowered into the crook of her neck. His heavy, hot pants could be felt on her skin. With each thrust, he got a moan out of (Y/N) and by God, it was music to his ears. Just as Keisuke was on the edge of release, he whispered in her ear with a husky, breathy voice. "Say my name."

"Kei-Keisuke..."

"Louder, gorgeous." He thrust in deeply.

"Keisuke!" She whined, scratching up his back.

"Louder, (Y/N)! Who do you belong to?!"

"KEISUKE!" Throwing her head back and arching her spine, they came at the same time when Keisuke thrust back in.

Slowly coming down from their high, they relaxed their tense muscles and panted to catch their breath. Keisuke pulled out and tiredly rolled over onto the bed. Moving onto his side, he pulled (Y/N) towards him, holding her against his chest and spooning her.

"You're amazing." He whispered in her hair as he softly rubbed her sides. She hummed happily, snuggling more into him. Just as he was on the verge of sleep, he heard a soft, "Love you, Keisuke." He smiled into her hair, giving her a gentle kiss. "Love you too, gorgeous."

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Falling Into My Heart - Takeshi's Ending

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | (Full Story Here!) | (Keisuke's Ending Here!) • Word Count: 2,596. • Synopsis: In which Takeshi's long planned date idea goes into effect and the couple have a love filled night to themselves.

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When the boys told (Y/N) of their plan, she agreed it was a good idea. Still not knowing who she loves more, the race will make it fair game, along with making the decision easier. This isn't a race anyone spoke of for spectators to come to Myogi and see. Everyone called it a practice run and no one else was interested in it. The NightKids and the RedSuns were here however to watch the corners and finish line, making sure no one pulled tricks and lied about who really won. When everyone was situated and the cars lined up at the start, the race began immediately.

With the team members keeping everyone else updated, all the others could do was wait to hear who finished first. (Y/N) was hoping deep down that Takeshi would win. He may have lost to Keisuke once before, but he's improved greatly and hasn't lost in a race since. With them being together for so long, she's grown a large attachment to him.

She was pulled from her thoughts when one of the NightKids spoke up.

"The race is over; Takeshi won!" (Y/N) couldn't contain the smile that quickly made its way onto her face. She was ecstatic and genuinely happy it was him. She waited for them to drive back up, Takeshi being the one to pull over next to her. She pulled him into a tight hug as soon as he shut the car's door, taking him by surprise. Takeshi returned it, picking her up in the process, hugging her back just as tight with a grin on his face.

(Y/N) had her legs wrapped around his waist, staying like this for a short time as they talked about the race and her congratulating his win. It was only when she said she wanted to speak to Keisuke that he set her back down.

Ryosuke was the first to notice her coming their way and nudged his brother causing him to look up from the ground. Taking this as his cue to leave, Ryosuke headed for his FC. Keisuke's eyes widened with surprise.

"Keisuke." She greeted, standing in front of him.

"(Y/N). I honestly half expected you not to talk to me." He shifted.

"Of course, I would. I'm not going to ignore you because of a loss. I'll still be here for you and to go see your races, watching you kick ass and take names." (Y/N) gave him an encouraging smile, him laughing lightly.

"Thanks. I'd hate to not see you anymore."

"Well, lucky for you, I am a very hard person to get rid of." Her smile changed to a childish one as she playfully hit his arm.

"That I believe. You can be as stubborn as a mule." Keisuke teased with a smirk.

"Yeah well, I try." Grinning proudly, she shrugged. "But in all seriousness, I'm not ditching you Keisuke. I'm here for you if ever need anything, alright?" (Y/N) pulled him in for a hug, Keisuke instantly hugging her back.

"Back at 'cha, (Y/N)." They gave each other one more smile and parted ways, (Y/N) going back to Takeshi.

"So, what do you want to do now?" he asked as she approached him.

"Go home, binge on anime, and celebrate you winning?" she suggested as they got in the Skyline.

"Hell yeah, I can do that." Takeshi started the car up and sped down the mountain, getting to his house quickly for both of them to cuddle up on the couch with snacks and anime for the rest of the night.

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"Pack some clothes, and let's head out." Takeshi said as he put some bags on top of (Y/N) who is, well was, sleeping peacefully on the bed.

"But why? Where are we going?" (Y/N) asked persistently with a tired tone, trying to get an answer out of him.

"That's for me to know and you to find out when we get there. Go pack." She groaned, not getting the answer she wanted and reluctantly crawling out of bed.

"The faster you do that, the faster you find out where we're going." He stated with a smirk.

"But Takeshi." She drawled out his name.

"No buts, except yours that should be going to get your spare clothes here and pack them."

"Ugh." (Y/N) headed for the spare room she has at Tak's and grabbed handfuls of random clothes, stuffing them in a bag and heading down to the living room where he waited. "There. I'm ready. Now will you tell me?" he eyed the bag in amusement.

"You really half-assed that, didn't you?" Takeshi stood up from his spot on the couch.

"Yep. Now tell me." He didn't say anything as he made his way to the door. He knew she would be tempted to follow him to the car and deal with the ride.

Her curiosity always gets the better of her. Takeshi was right. She had her bag over her shoulder as she scurried to follow him to the R32 that sat patiently.

"You owe me for this." (Y/N) spoke as they got in the car.

"And my debt will be paid when we get there." He smiled at her and winked playfully as he turned the car on and backed out of the driveway. She only hummed and looked out the window.

They had been driving for about an hour and a half and (Y/N) fell asleep somewhere in between. Takeshi nudged her when the skyscrapers and many buildings of Tokyo came into view. Waking up, (Y/N) looked out the window and windshield, her eyes widening when she realized.

"Welcome to Tokyo, sleepyhead." Takeshi greeted with a charming smile. She looked at him with disbelief and surprise.

"When did you plan this?"

"For a while now. Remember when I told you I got cooking advice from Sayuki?"

"Yeah...?" a look of confusion crossed her features. What does that have to do with Tokyo?

"I lied. I wanted to impress you, take you to the places you always talk about, do the things you wanted to do. You always mentioned Tokyo and wanting to visit, so I thought it would be a good idea to plan it here."

It all made sense now. Why he was so caught up talking to Sayuki and spent time around her. She knew what girls wanted for the best date and she was the only go-to for advice on that without ruining the surprise.

"The hotel isn't much farther. We'll check in and put our stuff in the room and then we can go get breakfast and anywhere you want to go, sound good?" he said and (Y/N) nodded, her smile staying ever present.

"Perfect, I can't wait to get a coffee. Considering you made me miss mine this morning." He hummed with a smirk at her teasing while turning a corner.

Pulling into the hotel's parking lot, they checked in and leaned all of their bags against a wall. Leaving right after, Takeshi drove them both to a diner close by. Ordering breakfast and a big ass coffee, (Y/N) was happy and Takeshi watched in amusement as she endlessly poured in creamer after creamer.

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After breakfast, they had been driving around Tokyo all day. Both of them did this for the next several days during their trip. Taking stops at multiple shops along a single road, going to landmarks, and driving to places (Y/N) had wanted to see years before. Traveling around Tokyo for the week was quite an experience.

The two of them arrived back the hotel, dropping off everything they had bought for the day. (Y/N) was sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, mumbling complaints about her feet hurting and how her legs turned to jelly from so much walking. They may have driven a lot but when you see something down the road, you just keep walking, and walking... and walking.

"I'm taking you somewhere in a couple hours, dress nice for it." (Y/N) looked at Takeshi with a raised eyebrow.

"Where?"

"I'm not telling you. You'll see when we get there." He smirked.

"Aww, c'mon." She whined and rolled over. "Can you at least tell me when we're going?" (Y/N) mumbled.

"Six."

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I know he said dress nice, but holy crap. How expensive is this place? Getting out of the Skyline, (Y/N) looked at the high-end restaurant with wide eyes. It had tall glass windows, bright chandeliers hanging from the ceilings on the inside, and a grand style throughout the entire building.

She was in an awe-like daze during the walk from the car to their seats.

"Takeshi..." She slowly started.

"Yeah?" he looked at her like this was completely normal.

"This is insane. I mean, it's beautiful here and I love it, but the-"

"I know, I don't mind. If anything, this is for two occasions." Takeshi cut her off with a knowing smile.

"And those are?" she tilted her head.

"One, I get to be with you for the rest of my life, hopefully. And two, I've finally been promoted from best friend to boyfriend. I'd say I got something good going for me here." He winked at her causing her to blush.

"Yeah well, I too have been promoted to girlfriend." Trying to play off the blush made him laugh.

They ordered our food shortly after and she nearly had a heart attack from looking at the prices. "Get whatever you want; it's on me." He spoke. He's crazy if he thinks I'm getting something that expensive. (Y/N) went with one of the cheaper options and luckily, he didn't think anything of it since he knew she liked that food.

As they ate, they talked and brought up funny and embarrassing things they did as kids.

(Y/N) once threw a centipede at him in the fourth grade during recess. She found it in the mulch of the playground and wanted to show him, but he wouldn't pay attention to her.

So, she threw it at him.

It landed on his arm and his scream was high-pitched like a girl's. He yelled, "Get it off, get it off!" and ran away once it hit the ground.

"Yeah, not funny. I think I was traumatized of them after that." He deadpanned.

"It was totally funny. You were scared of a little insect!" She covered my mouth and cracked up.

"That thing was not little. Do you know how many legswere holding onto my arm? I couldn't get the fucker off. All you did was sit there and laugh." He looked at me unimpressed.

"Because it was hilarious."

"No. No it wasn't."

"Whatever you say."

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Back at the hotel, (Y/N) and Takeshi were cuddled up in bed. Her head resting on his chest, an arm draped over his stomach, along with his fingers running through her silky hair and a hand on her hip.

"(Y/N)?"

"Mhmm?" she looked up, Takeshi giving her a quick kiss.

"I love you. And thank you for choosing me. You have no idea as to how long I've wanted you, to do all of this with you."

"I love you too, Tak. I couldn't have asked for anyone better; you're perfect." She said, smiling as she gave a gentle kiss back.

(Lemon)

Takeshi moved his hand from her hair to the back of her neck, bringing her in for another deep kiss. (Y/N) propped herself up and into a more comfortable position: straddling his lap. Sliding her hand up from his stomach to the crook of his neck, she felt up his muscles and smiled into the kiss. Takeshi rubbed circle patterns on her thighs and took the opportunity to slip his tongue in when there was a small opening in the kiss. He explored his new territory, marking every part of it and take in every detail. He made a delighted hum when he heard (Y/N) moan.

Pulling away from the kiss, Takeshi slipped her dress off and let it fall to the floor. He rolled them both over, this time straddling her. Their hips lined up and (Y/N) gasped lightly when she felt him grind against her for a moment.

A heavy blush dusted (Y/N)'s cheeks and Takeshi leaned forward, kissing along her neck leaving multiple love bites in his wake. When he found her sweet spot, her moans encouraged him to leave a dark mark there. It was the darkest one compared to the others.

Moving down a little further, he trailed his fingers over her breasts, still covered by her bra. He kissed around the parts that were uncovered, his hand making its way to the clips in the back. Once unclipped, he slid the straps off her shoulders and took it off completely.

Her blush worsened, going all the way to the tips of her ears. Her arms flinched in instinct, but relaxed when Takeshi lightly traced patterns near her wrist. He started giving one his attention with kisses, light, teasing bites, and skilled tongue movements. Being sure not to leave the other out, he trailed his hand up, kneading it gently, and switching after a few minutes. She was sighing and moaning with each bite and tongue flick.

Bringing her hands up to Takeshi's shirt, she tugged on it. He got the hint, leaning back up and taking it off in one swift motion. (Y/N) made a noise that sounded more like a pleasant and impressed hum. She brought her hands to the waistline of his pants, undoing the belt and zipper, Takeshi taking it off the rest of the way. He easily slid off her underwear and teasingly grinded against her, earning him a small whine.

"Takeshi..."

"I love that. You sound so good when you beg." He hummed, repeating his movements.

T-Tak, please..." She pleaded almost desperately, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "I-I want y-you." His hum turned to a low, husky growl as he took her arms, pinned them over her head and pushed his entire length into her. "Takeshi!" They groaned loudly and Takeshi began his thrusts with a quick pace. He hit spots deep inside her that she didn't even know she had. She became a moaning mess underneath him. Her hair, messed up, her cheeks covered in a dark blush, and her lips, red from the rough kisses.

"(Y/N) ..." He groaned as his thrusts got rougher and deeper. He let go of her bound wrists and grabbed a hip with one hand while balancing on the other. Re-wrapping her arms around him, his back was quickly filled with nail marks, and his neck now covered in hickeys that only got darker with each new one she made.

Takeshi felt himself getting closer to release. "Hah... I'm close, babe." She whimpered that she was too, urging him to get rougher. Once his thrusts started getting sloppy, he brought his head down to rest in the crook of her neck and his heavy breaths can be felt on her skin. He gave a few last thrusts before he released, (Y/N) right after him and groaning each other's names.

Taking a few minutes to catch their breath and fix themselves up, Takeshi collapsed on top of (Y/N). His head resting on her chest and arms wrapped around her in a hug. She weaved her fingers through his messy hair and had the other hand on his shoulder, gently massaging it.

Turning her head, she pressed a light kiss on his forehead and whispered, "I love you, Takeshi."

"I love you too, (Y/N), so much."

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Takeshi Nakazato - All I Want

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 2,448. • Synopsis: In which returning from a well-deserved date night turns into a hint of passion at home, a few exciting practice runs on a mountain, to a craving that had slowly built up in the couple, leading them to give into their desire in the backseat of a certain Skyline.

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Takeshi pulled into the driveway of his and (Y/N)'s house, shutting the car off. They got out and the sound of his keys were the only noise around them as he found the one to unlock the front door.

"I never knew someone unlocking a door could look so handsome while doing it." (Y/N) said with a childish grin.

"Oh, really?" Takeshi replied, an amused expression on his features.

"Definitely."

They walked inside and took off their shoes. (Y/N) went to the kitchen to make tea as Takeshi headed for the couch. A few minutes later, (Y/N) filled two cups with hot tea and made her way to the main room. Sitting down, she handed Takeshi a cup. He hummed in thanks as he took it, taking a few sips and wrapping a strong arm around her waist. He pulled her closer and (Y/N) easily relaxed into his side, leaning her head on his shoulder.

They enjoyed the comforting silence of each other's presence and the warm, calming tea. They both sighed contently. Getting home from a date at a fancy sushi restaurant, to cuddles on the couch; what could be better? Takeshi moved his hand up and down her side, eventually trailing down her leg to play with the hem of her dark blue dress that ended just above the knee.

(Y/N) smiled softly, looking up at him. He met her gaze and smiled, god she loved his smile, and pressed a light kiss to her lips. She hummed pleasantly, kissing back. She sat up straight and turned towards him for a more comfortable angle. His hand that was previously at the bottom of her dress, moved up to her hip, massaging it gently. Takeshi took hold of her legs and turned them towards him, lifting them to rest over his lap.

He drew small circles on her thigh with his thumb and leaned in for a soft, passionate kiss. (Y/N) happily returned it, sliding her hand up his arm and squeezed his bicep. She loved the feeling of how lean his muscles were; it always got her giddy, making her smile and giggle into their kiss. Takeshi hummed with amusement and smirked.

Takeshi slid his tongue across (Y/N)'s bottom lip and lightly bit it, asking for entrance. She gladly complied, parting her lips and letting him snake his tongue in. Their tongues met in the middle, starting their own dance. Like the kisses, it was soft and sweet, almost innocent. The couple broke away slowly, a thin string of saliva connecting them. Takeshi continued to rub her thigh softly and weaved his fingers in her hair, pulling her in for one last quick, soft kiss.

(Y/N) leaned against him, cuddling up to the gorgeous man that radiated such lovely warmth. His heartbeat was relaxed and always worked at lulling (Y/N) to sleep; it was just so calming. Takeshi leaned over slightly, checking the time on his phone.

"I was gonna do some practice runs, you want to come with?"

"Does that mean I get to sit in the car and watch you get in your zone?" she asked excitedly.

He chuckled, "Yep. No one else is going to be there and I'm not gonna be that dick that leaves you on the foot of the mountain by yourself."

(Y/N) nodded excitedly and they got up, slipped on their shoes and walked out the front door, Takeshi locking it.

"I didn't know you were handsome while locking doors, too. I got lucky when I got you." (Y/N) said with the same cheesy smile as the first time.

"You're cute." Takeshi laughed and kissed the top of her head.

"No, you." She retorted playfully.

The couple got in the R32 and Takeshi backed out of the driveway, heading straight for Myogi. They made small conversations along the way, arriving a lot faster. When he turned to the foot of the mountain, he immediately sped up the pass.

It was mesmerizing how Takeshi could turn tight corners with ease, speeding up as soon as the corner ended, braking, and turning another corner. It was one large fluid motion and one after another, it was performed smoothly. The way he could shift through the gears fluidly and quickly was all second nature to him; it was a part of him. They reached the top of the mountain and Takeshi turned the car around to face the road he just tore through.

"You good?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, I'm loving this." She replied with an excited smile.

"Heh, good. We're gonna be doing this a few more times." Takeshi gave her a charming smile, put the car in gear and sped off again. He was a lot faster when going downhill but definitely excelled at the uphill. His movements were just as smooth as the first run. (Y/N) was enamoured with it once again, watching him like a hawk.

It was hypnotic how he handled his car. How quick and sure he was when shifting through the gears flawlessly. It was hot as hell, to say the least.

I want him to handle me like he does his car. She bit her lip, lightly rubbing her legs together. She was pulled from her thoughts as the car slowed down and turned around to head back up the mountain.

"You handle it pretty rough, huh?" (Y/N) asked curiously.

"The car or the pass?"

"Both, but mostly the car."

"When you race on a rough pass, you can handle the car just as much." Takeshi explained after turning a sharp corner, then accelerating.

They reached the top of the pass quickly, the car turning around again. As he slowly pulled up to the 'start line', (Y/N) pulled the e-brake, stopping the car. She slid her hand from the brake to his leg, trailing it lightly upwards until it rested on his inner thigh. Takeshi looked to her with a surprised expression. She continued to move her hand from his thigh, up his arm. His grip on the shifter tightened as his breath hitched. (Y/N) unbuckled herself with her free hand before leaning over towards him.

She placed feathery kisses along his neck. Takeshi's breathing sped up with occasional pauses. He sighed deeply, fidgeting around in his seat as his growing arousal became quite apparent.

(Y/N) pressed a soft kiss on the shell of his ear, "I want you to handle me like you do your car... but I want it rougher."

Takeshi immediately dropped the brake, shifted into gear and drove into a parking spot, parking incorrectly, but he couldn't care less. Pulling the brake back up, he shut off the car and looked (Y/N) in the eyes as he said, "Get in the back," with his voice deep and lustful.

They folded the seats down and quickly climbed in the back. Takeshi pulled her towards him by the waist to straddle him. He grinded himself against her as they started a heated make out session. Slipping his tongue past her lips, he easily won the fight for dominance.

Takeshi's hands slid down from her waist to her ass, squeezing it roughly, earning him a moan. His fingers trailed lightly down her thighs, reaching the hem of her dress and pushing it up to expose her underwear. Moving away from the kiss, he covered the side of her neck with dark hickeys.

Bringing her hands to his belt, (Y/N) began to undo it. Takeshi lifted her to slide off her underwear. As she was lifted, she lowered his pants enough to allow his hard length to be less restrained. Takeshi sighed deeply in relief, squeezing (Y/N)'s thighs.

When he backed away from her neck, she took off his shirt, tossing it aside. She hummed delightedly at the sight of his perfectly toned muscles. Takeshi sighed as her soft fingers trailed down his chest and stomach. She placed a hand over his length, putting a bit of pressure on it that made him moan and lean his head back.

Takeshi's heavy breathing and moans were the only noise in the car, and they were such lovely sounds. (Y/N) smirked proudly as she lifted herself off of his lap. She knelt down in between his legs and snaked her hands up his thighs to the waistline of his boxers. Hooking a finger on each side, she pulled them down, his length free of its restraints.

Takeshi looked down at her with half-lidded eyes filled with lust and love. He tangled a hand in her soft hair as she leaned forward, leaving a light kiss on the side of his length before taking part of it in. With each time she moved back down, she took in more.

(Y/N) swirled her tongue around him as she moved up. Takeshi moaned loudly, throwing his head back making the sound reverberate throughout the car. His hold on her hair tightened, pushing her down to take in more of him and she hummed, the vibration doing wonders for him.

"(Y/N)! F-Fuck..." Takeshi moaned with a wavering voice. Just as he was about to come, she pulled away completely. He whimpered from the denial and grabbed (Y/N) by the waist when she got up, lying her flat on the backseat.

He left rough kisses on her neck and collarbones, more hickeys forming in his wake. He slid his hands up, pushing her dress up again. His fingers teasingly rubbed around her heat, (Y/N) whining his name.

"You're not going to tease me like that and get away with it, sweetheart." He said huskily, a smirk gracing his features. She squirmed under his touch, lightly whimpering his name. When he finally slipped in two fingers, she moaned. His pace started slow and picked up gradually. When he put in a third finger and curled them, (Y/N) yelled his name pleasurably. Just as she was reaching the edge, Takeshi withdrew his fingers and she gave a sound of frustration.

"Sucks, doesn't it?" he hummed. He pressed a kiss on her lips as he leaned over her, an arm on each side of her head. He nuzzled into her neck, asking with a slightly muffled voice, "Ready, babe?"

She gave an eager "Mhmm" and Takeshi slowly pushed in. The couple moaned lowly and he let her adjust to his size before moving. He started with a slow pace, thrusting in completely before pulling out, and repeating the process. He lifted his head and kissed her cheek, then her lips for an affectionate kiss. (Y/N) raked her nails along his back that rewarded her with a growl-like moan from Takeshi.

"Takeshi- faster, please..." She begged, running her fingers through his soft, messy hair.

He moved a hand to hold her waist firmly, increasing the pace of his thrusts; each one being harder and deeper than the last. (Y/N)'s back arched in pleasure as she moaned his name. She gave a small tug on his hair and he growled, going faster until it was nearly animalistic. The pace and roughness of his thrusts caused the car to shake back and forth.

(You know when your man can shake a three-thousand-pound car as he fucks you, that it's some good ass sex.)

"Takeshi!"

"That's it, scream my name. That's what I want to hear." He said between heavy pants. As the couple got closer to their release, his thrusts maintained the roughness, but started to become sloppy.

"Who do you belong to?" his voice was deep and hoarse.

"Takeshi." She moaned.

"Louder!" he gave a sharp thrust.

"Takeshi!"

"Louder, (Y/N)!"

"TAKESHI!"

He gave one more thrust before they came. They panted heavily, slowly coming down from their high. Minutes later, they had lazily put their clothes back on. (Y/N) limply leaned against his arm and looked up at him.

"I can't feel my legs, thanks."

"Good, that means I did it properly." He winked and (Y/N) gave a pleasant hum when he pulled her closer. He leaned back against the side of the car, moving her in between his legs to lean against his chest. They adjusted themselves until they found a comfortable position, hugging each other before falling asleep.

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(Y/N) groaned as she was woken up by the bright glare of the sun. She stretched slowly and sat up. Looking over to Takeshi, who was still asleep, she gently shook him.

"Tak." He quietly groaned and shifted slightly.

"C'mon Tak, wake up, it's morning." She giggled and shook him a little harder. He shifted once more and woke up, looking at her with tired eyes. Takeshi made a short 'hmm' sound and leaned his head back, closing his eyes again.

"Come on, get up. There's a pretty sunrise, we should see it before it's gone." (Y/N) said eagerly, opening the passenger side door and getting out.

"Not as pretty as you." Takeshi murmured as he slowly made his way out of the car. He opened the glovebox and took something out, putting it in his pocket before meeting her on the hood. He lazily sat down on her left and wrapped an arm around her waist. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. The sun's rays shined on the city below. The buildings reflected the light and the reddish-pink clouds that made them look almost like a sakura tree. It gave the buildings the effect that there were thousands of the trees down there in full bloom.

She looked up at Takeshi and he met her gaze before pressing soft kisses on her lips. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him in a side hug, happily returning them. When he pulled away a few moments later he said, "I love you. You know that, right?" he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Of course. I love you too, Takeshi." She smiled brightly.

"And we've been together for five years now." He continued.

"Yeah." She drawled out, curious as to where he was going with this.

"And you're all I'll ever want." He got up and stood in front of her, reaching into one of his pockets before getting on one knee, opening the small box holding a ring that glistened in the sunlight. She froze, looking at him with wide eyes.

"(Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?"

"YES!" she repeated and nodded furiously, meeting him on the ground for a tight hug. He smiled and laughed lightly, hugging her back just as tightly. They pulled away for a moment, sitting back on the hood of the Skyline. Takeshi put the ring on her finger, then pulled her in for a long kiss. When they finally pulled away, they stayed in each other's arms enjoying the perfect moment atop their favourite mountain.

[scarletnakazato]

Shingo Shoji - Make Up Your Mind

• Shingo Shoji x Reader • Word Count: 3,717. • Synopsis: In which a new addition to the NightKids isn't taken so well by a Civic driver, leading to arguments between the two, only for the new addition to figure out why she isn't liked and it takes a pleasant, yet unexpected turn.

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"What the hell, Nakazato? We don't need or want a girl on this team. They can't drive for shit. She would just bring us down and lose race after race. Do you want us to look like a joke?" Shingo agitatedly questioned Takeshi. The thought of him inviting a girl into the NightKids pissed Shingo off.

"Calm it, Shingo. She's great and has a lot of skill. We would be idiots to pass this up. If she joins another team and they challenge us, she might be the one racing and she'll really give us a run for our money." Takeshi explained.

"Skill or not, we don't a chick coming around and ruining shit for us. If she fucks up one time, she better be gone." Still fuming, Shingo took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Then at least give her a chance to prove how good she is. She's willing to race us if that's what it takes."

"Fine, but she races me first. If she loses, she's not getting on this team at all." He took a drag of his cigarette, smirking at the thought of her losing to his "special" challenge.

"Whether she loses or not, I'm still the leader of this team and if she can be an asset to it and everyone else agrees, she's in, alright? I'll call and tell her to be here next Saturday for your challenge." Takeshi said, then walked back to his GT-R, driving off.

Shingo scoffed, "She won't be much of a challenge when I'm done with her." He dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it, putting out the smoldering stick. Getting in his red Civic, he took off as well with the rest of the NightKids following suit.

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Finally, all nice and clean. (Y/N) stood proudly, gazing at her now shiny S15. The black paint glistened in the sunlight and the white stripe on each side of the car accented the subtle curves of its body. It started from the corners of the headlights and trailed along the side above the door handles and ended at the corners of the taillights. She had blacked out her car to be as dark as possible. The body and wheels were black, and the taillights had been tinted to be darker as well.

As she was cleaning up, her phone rang. She quickly dried off her hands and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey (Y/N), it's Takeshi."

"Hey! How are you?" she perked up, hearing who it was. Maybe I'm going to get on the team!

"I'm fine, thanks. I called because I talked with my team about you joining. Most of them don't mind, but there's one who isn't too keen on "a girl joining" so he wanted to be the one to race you first."

(Y/N) chuckled at the thought of the one guy who doesn't want a girl on the team. "I don't mind the challenge, it can't be that bad, right?"

"Well, Shingo... he likes to issue his own challenge with his own "terms." It doesn't exactly work in the favour of FRs. He doesn't know what car you have but will most likely be pleased to see that it isn't one that can easily handle his challenge." Takeshi explained cautiously, as if he didn't want her to accept Shingo's deathmatch.

"What car does he have?" (Y/N) questioned; the way Takeshi was explaining this challenge sounded familiar.

"An EG6."

Ah, so it is a FF. (Y/N) smiled and replied, "You wouldn't happen to be talking about a gumtape deathmatch, would you?"

"Uh, yeah I am." Takeshi's voice sounded surprised.

"Then this challenge won't be an issue. I've raced with gumtape plenty of times in the past." She spoke as she inspected her car for any missed dirty spots.

"Well, if you're sure, I think Shingo's got another thing coming to him then. It would be nice to see him get beaten in his own game and against and FR for that matter," they both laughed, "the race will start at ten this Saturday, so it would be best if you were there before hand so you can meet everyone."

"Sounds good, I'll be there at nine!" (Y/N) exclaimed happily and they hung up after.

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When Saturday arrived, (Y/N) made a few last-minute adjustments to her S15. It was eight-thirty when she left, and she arrived at nine on the dot. She parked her car and got out, hearing her name, she turned towards the direction it was coming from.

Takeshi waved and she walked over to him and his team. She introduced herself and everyone else did as well. Except for one. He was sitting on a red EG6 and was glaring at her.

That must be Shingo. He doesn't look very happy. Something about him, however, drew her to him. He is kind of cute though...

"That's Shingo, but you probably already figured that out." Takeshi piped up from his place next to her.

"He really doesn't seem to like me, does he?" she smiled amusedly.

Takeshi scoffed, "He doesn't like anybody."

Shingo glared at the two, putting out his cigarette before speaking up. "Oi, let's hurry up and start this race already. I want to get this done as soon as possible. I'm only here to beat this chick's ass and make sure she doesn't get on this team to fuck shit up for us." The rest of the team quieted down, and a few spectators did as well. Shingo smirked at (Y/N) before saying, "We're racing on my terms."

"I heard. Lucky for the both of us that I like racing to gumtape as well." She returned his sinister smirk and crossed her arms.

He raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "I don't think you know how this works."

"Oh, I'm sure I do. Just because my car isn't an FF doesn't mean I, nor the car, can't handle it. You'll just have to watch me the entire time so this chick can show you otherwise." She retorted and went back to her car to pull it up to the starting line.

Shingo pulled up next to her with another signature glare and two guys from the team worked on putting the tape around their hands and the steering wheels. Once finished, they warmed up the engines and the countdown started.

When "Go" was yelled, they took off at the same time. They sped quickly down the straightaway before drifting around the first corner. (Y/N) handled the first corner precisely, showing Shingo no sign of struggling to control her car.

This continued until they were nearing the finish line. Shingo flashed his lights in an attempt to distract her, which failed. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at his petty actions. They were coming up to another corner and this is where Shingo decided he'd ruin her and win this race. He sped up and slammed into her bumper causing her to spin out. He sped past her and (Y/N) skillfully regained control, not panicking.

"Asshole! You are no longer cute!" She sped up as soon as her tyres gripped onto the road, catching up to him. "If you want to play dirty, I'll show you fucking dirty." She muttered, pissed off. Shingo saw lights in his rearview and looked into it. His eyes widened at how quickly she was gaining on him. He almost felt like prey being chased by a pissed off predator that was five times his size.

How the hell did she recover from that?! That hit was meant to ruin her! Fuck! His mind ran wild, trying to find a way to widen the distance between them. She was so close; he couldn't see her headlights in his rearview.

He decided to brake, thinking she would lose control again if she braked suddenly as well. That plan didn't go so well. She didn't even try to stop, she slammed into his bumper, which unexpectedly caused Shingo to lose control. His car scratched against the guardrail before bouncing off of it and rolling backwards until it finally stopped.

(Y/N) watched the scene unfold in her rearview. When she saw it wasn't a major hit to the guardrail that would send him flying off the mountain or flip the car over, she continued down the pass until she crossed the finish line.

He may have pulled a dick move, but she wasn't going to let him die over a spiteful bumper hit.

Meanwhile, Shingo sat in car and stared at the wheel, his thoughts racing. How the hell did she do that? How did I lose control when she hit me? That wasn't supposed to happen. Fuck, I'm such an idiot. She's a lot better than I thought. Damn it, Shingo, you just made a fool of yourself!

He sighed as he took of the tape off of his wrist, wincing when he felt a sharp pain course through it. He didn't know if it was broken or sprained. Shingo got out of the car and examined the damage. It was horrible. The paint was scraped and there were uneven dents in the door and front fender. The left taillight was broken, as well as the left mirror which was completely torn off.

He deserved it, he supposed. He didn't know whether he still hated this girl or if he should let it go and blame himself. He did start it after all. Shingo looked up at the road at the sound of multiple engines, seeing Takeshi and the rest of the team pull over. (Y/N) drove back up as well, pulling over a few seconds later.

Great, now I'm really fucked.

"You good Shingo?" Takeshi asked as he walked over, examining his form.

"I'm fine. A broken wrist at worst." Shingo said softly, staring down at his car. He was nervous, feeling (Y/N) standing not too far from him. He was nervous she would speak up about what he did, and he'd be kicked off the team.

She was glaring at him when she arrived, but her eyes softened seeing how badly his car was damaged and the sad, regretful look on his face. At least he wasn't badly hurt, only having his wrist to get fixed. Maybe that taught him a lesson.

As Takeshi was calling a towing company, (Y/N) approached Shingo.

"You alright?"

"Why would you care?" he gave her a glare through the corner of his eye before looking back at his car.

"Hey, I'm trying to be nice. You could've killed both of us with that cheap shot of yours, yet I'm still asking if you're okay. You could at least be a little grateful." She retorted a bit quietly to not gain the attention of the rest of the team. Shingo noticed that too. Maybe she wasn't going to tell them?

"Listen, we don't need or want you on this team. We're perfectly fine as we are and don't need you to ruin shit for us. Get lost." He sneered.

"You're the only person who doesn't want me on the team. Everyone else has been nice about it, they like the idea of me being a part of this. You just hate me for some ungodly reason. What is it?" (Y/N) questioned, trying to get some kind of answer out of him.

"You. You're the reason. We don't need you." Shingo hissed before walking off. Shingo questioned himself. Why did he say those things? After the race he didn't resent her, so why he did say so just now? She's a skilled and very talented driver, she would be great on the team and he knew that. He knew firsthand just how serious she takes racing. So why did he tell her to leave, was he jealous of her?

What the hell is wrong with me, damn it? he scolded himself.

(Y/N) had walked back to her, kneeling in front of the damaged bumper. Shingo hesitantly looked up to find her, seeing her back was to him. He watched her rub her hand over the damaged bits. She loved her car just as much as he loved his. It was their pride and joy. They put everything into their cars.

Shingo easily concluded he had been more of a dick to her than anyone else he's raced. Hell, even more so than he is with Takeshi. He just couldn't figure out why he had been so rude.

When the tow truck arrived and had the EG6 loaded up onto the flatbed, they took Shingo's name and number to contact him about where his car was going to be repaired. The team left afterwards, and Takeshi drove him to the hospital, then home. The R32 driver was surprised to hear a 'thank you' come from Shingo when he was dropped off. Just what the hell happened in that race?

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"Why the hell is she back here?" Shingo glared at her then saw the sticker on the rear window of her S15. "You can't be serious," he sighed.

"As serious as it gets, Shingo. Suck it." She smirked, crossing her arms. Some of the guys chuckled behind her.

"Listen, smartass. Just because you beat me in a race, doesn't mean you're going to beat everyone else you go against. You got lucky. That's it." Shing said with annoyance.

"I beat you from skill. Let's also not forget the fact that you purposely hit my car to get an advantage. Then you thought brake checking me would work, so I gave you a taste of your own fuckin' medicine. I won because you like to fuck up. That's not my fault." She argued back.

(Y/N) thought she made a good point, seeing as he didn't reply, only scoffing and walking back to his car. She sighed and turned around, "Why do I feel like this going to happen a lot more often?"

She sat on the hood of her car, quietly mumbling complaints to herself. She failed to notice Shingo staring at with what started as a harsh glare, that softened to a smaller, barely noticeable one. He was contemplating why the girl was always on his mind. It annoyed him that he couldn't come up with a satisfying answer.

He hated her as much as he hated Nakazato. At least that's what he thought. He didn't feel that way when he lost the race; if anything, he was impressed that she won and handled herself the way she did.

So, why the hell was he still being a dick to her?

Shingo forgot he was still staring at (Y/N), only realizing when he made eye contact with her and noticed her confused expression. She wondered why he had been staring at her so intently for the last few minutes. He quickly averted his gaze and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it.

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Two weeks passed after the ordeal with Shingo and (Y/N)'s argument, and tonight was a practice night for the team. (Y/N) was the last to go, pulling her car up to the start line and revving it as the countdown started. When 'go' was heard, she took off down the pass, her time being recorded along the way.

She raced down the mountain with no mistakes, drifting around the corners flawlessly until she passed the finish line. She got out of the S15 and talked with Takeshi and a few others until the rest of the guys with the checkpoint times came down.

"Nice going (Y/N), you beat Shingo's time by five seconds!"

"Awesome!" She smiled proudly.

Shingo scoffed, "Great, yet another thing she can do so well. Let's all praise her for those extra five seconds."

"Jealous again, Shingo? If you drove as good as you get jealous, then maybe you'd be faster than me." She retorted smugly. He gave an annoyed "Tch," getting his car and slamming the door in the process.

He's got a serious problem, honestly.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going home. I'm not gonna argue with him again. See you next week!" She waved to the rest of the team and they bid her a good night. As she drove home, she started thinking, I still don't get why he hates me. Is it cause I'm a girl? That I beat him on multiple occasions? Why the hell does he loathe me so much? It's just a race, it doesn't actually matter whether you win or lose.

She turned onto the main road of the city, driving through the lit-up streets. He'd be a lot cuter than he already is if he wasn't such an ass... wait. Now she was confusing herself. Sure, she thought he was cute before he opened his mouth, but did she really think he still was even after all of his bullshit?

Is that why he hates me so much? Guys always have a weird way of hating girls when they like them.' She thought, and then she laughed. 'If that's what it is, then man does he have a huge crush on me.

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It's been a month with no arguing from Shingo and (Y/N). They haven't seen each other during that time either, save for the few practice runs, but they stayed far from the other. (Y/N) wanted to take a night drive and have some time to herself on Myogi. She was sat on the hood of her car, taking in the view below. It was beautiful seeing the city lights amongst the night sky. It was a nice change of pace and relaxing, especially when all she's been doing was arguing with a Civic fanatic. She almost forgot how lovely peace and quiet was.

Right then and there, her me time was ruined. Speak of the devil... The familiar sound and colour of an EG6 turned around the corner and slowed down, pulling on to the shoulder of the road.

Great, the one time I get a chance for quiet, he's got to come around and ruin it.

Before Shingo shut off his car, the headlights illuminated the black S15 and he noticed something was off. The white stripe on the side was red now. And it looked like the same shade as his car. Strange. He turned off the car and got out.

Still sitting on the hood, (Y/N) turned towards him, "What do you want, Shingo?"

"I want to know why you keep pissing me off even when you're not around me."

She sighed, "And how can I possibly be doing that when we haven't talked to each other in a month?"

"It's not just this month, it's been like this since you first showed up. Ever since you joined the team, something about you bothers the hell out of me."

"Well, that's not my fault. You just have a natural hatred for people," she snickered before teasingly adding, "or maybe, you act like you hate me so much because you like me. Guys tend to do that when they're majorly crushing on a girl, don't worry." She waved her hand with a smirk.

Shingo stammered over his words, trying to come up with a response to reject her words, but he failed miserably. "I do not" was all he could say, comically turning his head to hide the blush he could feel creeping onto his cheeks.

"Mhmmm. Okay sweetie, keep telling yourself that." Her smirk got wider. "If it makes you feel any better, I found you pretty cute when I first saw you," she added a lower voiced, "until you opened your mouth, but you know," and shrugged.

"I'm not cute..." he argued, and his expression was that of a child about to throw a tantrum. (Y/N) got off the car and walked over to him, stopping when she stood close in front of him.

"That blush says otherwise, Shin." His eyes widened a fraction at the nickname, and more so when she closed the distance, pulling him in for a kiss. Shingo eased into the kiss quickly, putting a hand on her hip and the other at the back of her neck, turning her around to press her against his Civic.

They pulled away nearly a minute later with slightly laboured breaths. "So," (Y/N) started, "if we're going to date now, I'm the boss of this relationship."

Shingo laughed, "What makes you think that's going to happen?"

"I did beat you twice. I deserve it." (Y/N) smirked, her hands resting on her hips.

"Hardly a good reason, try again." He mirrored her smirk, challenging her.

"Because I'm not a flustered bottom like you!" she snickered.

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm the complete opposite!"

"Yeah, sure. How about this... who ever reaches the bottom of the mountain first, gets to be the boss. Deal?"

"Whatever."

(Y/N) proceeded to scurry to her car, harness herself in and turn it on, taking off down the pass. Shingo didn't take her proposal seriously at first and he was left scrambling to catch up. "Shit!"

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(Y/N) drove up to the top of Akina to see the start of the race between Takeshi and Takumi. She parked her car next to the rest of the team. She got out and they greeted her as she made her way over.

"I like the new colour of the stripe, it looks nice." One of them said.

"Thanks!"

"What made you change it?" another guy piped up.

"Uhh..." (Y/N) hesitated on her answer for a moment. Shingo came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"So, it was based off my car wasn't it, babe?" he smirked teasingly.

"Well... maybe. Yeah." Her cheeks started to turn pink.

He chuckled, "Cute."

"Don't you guys hate each other?" one of the guys asked with both a confused and amused expression.

"Eh, not anymore. He's still a pain in my ass, though." (Y/N) lightly punched Shingo's arm. He led her back to his car to sit on the hood.

"You're the pain in the ass, remember babe?" he chuckled.

"In your dreams, Civic fucker."

"I'll be sure to fuck you in my Civic if you keep it up." Shingo whispered in her huskily and her eyes widened.

When she looked at him, he winked and gave her a quick kiss before acting like nothing happened.

Clever bastard.

[scarletnakazato]

Takeshi Nakazato - Spark in the Dark

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 4,652. • Synopsis: In which racing to help out friends leads to meeting a potential love interest, a spark ignites during introductions, and sadness forms after the conclusion of the race, but a surprise appearance wipes away all traces of sadness, and brings two GT-R racers together.

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The race on Akina starts at ten tonight. (Y/N)'s friends, Iketani and Kenji, had begged her to race in the SpeedStars name for the race. Their 'saving grace' Takumi, couldn't make it since his father had taken the 8-6 for a meeting. (Y/N) isn't a part of a street racing team, she's more of a neutral racer. If a team, like the SpeedStars, asked her to race in their stead, she would represent them for the night. Of course, she doesn't do this with every team she comes across, more so just for her friends.

She sighed and looked up at the clock on the café's wall. Only two hours to go and she's off to prepare her car for the race. (Y/N) works at the popular café styled restaurant in the middle of town from seven in the morning to three in the afternoon. It's a simple job and the customers were always friendly. It's more enjoyable when no one gives you a hard time.

The minute her shift ended, she made a beeline out the back door of the restaurant and to her beloved R32 GT-R. The sleek (F/C) paint shined, along with the rims. She hopped inside and started it up, the engine giving a low growl. She pulled onto the road and sped off to her house.

Having plenty of time to kill, she washed the car making it shine even brighter. She replaced the tires, brake pads, and calipers. It's always best to make sure your brakes work properly, especially on a heavy ass 3-2, she thought. Once she finished with her replacements, she checked all of the gauges on her dash and continued to work on anything else the car needed before heading inside for a well-deserved shower and change of clothes.

When the time came to leave, she eagerly grabbed her wallet, phone, and keys before heading back to the GT-R that waited patiently for her. She got in and started it up, backing out of the garage and onto the road, heading straight for Akina.

She reached the foot of the mountain and sped up, being sure to not take it too far to ruin her tires before the race. As she got closer to the top, the roar of the engine could be heard from where the others waited.

"Do you think that's her, Iketani?" Kenji asked.

"It has to be! The car sounds like hers!" Iketani exclaimed as he stared at the road intensely, not wanting to miss the soon approaching car.

So, their friend has a Skyline, huh? This'll get interesting. A man said as he leaned against his own GT-R, cigarette hanging from his lips as he listened to the familiar sound of an RB26 engine in the distance.

"Uh, who exactly are we talking about, guys?" Itsuki scratched his head, confused.

"Her name is (Y/N). You haven't met her yet, but she's won a few races for the SpeedStars! She's not on the team, but she's a great friend of ours." Iketani explained enthusiastically.

"Wait... you mean a girl is going to race for us tonight?! Oh, this is going to be great! I bet she's hot, is she hot?!" Itsuki rambled loudly, catching the attention of the NightKids' leader, Takeshi Nakazato.

The bright headlights of (Y/N)'s car came into view as she turned the final corner and pulled over next to her friends. She got out of the car and greeted them.

"Hey guys!" She waved and pulled them in for a hug.

"Hey, (Y/N)! How are you?" Iketani asked with a chuckle.

"Pretty good, thanks. I'm excited for the race. Who am I supposed-?" she was cut off by a guy with an undercut she's never seen before.

"Ho-holy crap, you're gorgeous! What's your name? Are you single? I love your GT-R, it's so hot- like you! I mean... I uh didn't mean it like that, it's just you're really, really, and I mean really pretty. I've never met a girl who can race, let alone one that owns a sweet ride like yours and all that just makes you like, a hundred times hotter-" Iketani cut him off by wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling the strange fanboy towards him.

"Alright, Itsuki, I think she gets it. Let's not scare her away with your questionable fantasies." Iketani held him in a playful chokehold as he scolded Itsuki. (Y/N) wore an amused expression and laughed at the two.

"Anyways, who am I supposed to race tonight?" she asked, not being interrupted this time.

"That would be me." (Y/N) turned around at the sound of the voice to see a man with gelled jet-black hair walking towards her. Wow, he's hot. They made eye contact and she noted how beautiful his silver eyes were.

"I'm Takeshi Nakazato, leader of the Myogi NightKids." He introduced himself and held out his hand for her.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), but I'm not with a team. I'm more of a neutral racer." She replied and shook his hand. When their hands touched, a small spark shot through them and they didn't want to pull away. They did so quickly after before anyone noticed.

"So, uh... a neutral racer, huh? Do you race for any team that asks you to, then?" he asked, a bit awkward at first but quickly regained his composure.

"Pretty much, yeah. I don't do it all the time and I don't do it for every team. I've raced for the SpeedStars the most since they're good friends of mine." She explained.

"Ah, I see. You got a sweet 3-2 by the way." He complimented her car, and it made her smile.

"Thank you. Yours is hot in black. It also kind of looks like you."

"It... looks like me?" he tilted his head and looked at his car, trying to find a similarity, "How?"

She giggled and explained, "The majority of it is black," she then motioned to his hair and current outfit which was completely black, "and the rims are silver, like your eyes." She looked into his eyes with a light blush on her cheeks as she finished her explanation. They really were something else, like two small pools of liquid silver. His eyes were almost hypnotizing.

Little did she know, he thought the same about her. She was easily the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and she owned the same car as him? Perfection. He hoped he could gather the courage after their race to ask her on a date.

"Well, I'm ready to go," she turned to her friends, "wish me luck, guys!" The racers went back to their cars and (Y/N) lined hers up next to Takeshi's. They revved the engines to warm them up, the beautiful sound of two RB26 engines resonating through the top of the pass. Kenji walked out between the two Skylines to start the countdown. As soon as he yelled 'go', they sped off at the same time, staying next to each other until the first corner where (Y/N) gained the lead.

He probably has his car in all-wheel drive. I wonder how much under steer he has to deal with, not being able to drift, she thought as she threw her car into a drift around the third corner.

Takeshi's eyes widened in shock. Is she... drifting with all-wheel drive?! How the hell is she not ruining her car? He watched her movements, following behind her closely.

I must've surprised him. She chuckled when she saw him slow down then speed up just after the end of the corner.

She drifted around the next few corners and Takeshi felt both impressed and confused. All-wheel drive cars are hard as hell to drift because they're naturally made to want to grip onto the road. So, how is she drifting such a heavy car, so easily?

She's going to ruin the car if she keeps doing that. It's only natural that something would break, right? 3-2s are meant to grip, not drift. The weight of the car would put too much pressure somewhere it shouldn't, and something will blow. Takeshi thought something would've happened to her car by now, being close to the bottom of Akina now, but nothing did.

Soon enough, they reached the last corner and that's where Takeshi decided to make his move, pulling up next to her, trying to accelerate fast enough to beat her. Takeshi only had enough time to line up with her car equally, and they passed the finish line in sync.

"They just passed the finish line!" One of the SpeedStars called through the radio. Iketani quickly picked up the radio on his car, "Well, who won?!" Everyone at the top of Akina waited to hear the results.

"They tied."

"What do you mean they tied?!" Iketani exclaimed.

"I mean, they tied. They crossed the line at the same time, man. How else do you want me to explain it?"

The spectators and other teams talked amongst themselves while Iketani, Kenji, and Itsuki stood there with their mouths agape. The NightKids were surprised, but at least it wasn't a loss on their part. Tch. At least Nakazato managed to keep it together this time. Shingo thought, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Takeshi and (Y/N) pulled their cars over to the side of the road, getting out and meeting each other in the middle. "So, a tie, huh? I suppose this leaves an unsettled score between us." He spoke first.

"I suppose it does. It looks like we'll just have to settle it one day," (Y/N) smirked lightly, "you're a great racer, as well. You handle the understeering quite nicely." Her compliment took him by surprise and a small blush creeped up onto his cheeks.

"T-thanks, same to you. Speaking of which, would you mind telling me how the hell you can drift the 3-2? It's all-wheel drive, and extremely heavy."

"Normally, I wouldn't tell anyone but the look on your face when you saw me do it changed my mind," (Y/N) smiled cheekily when his blush worsened, "There's a type of 'switch' in the drivetrain that you can flip to convert it from all-wheel drive to rear-wheel drive. It's kind of a pain in the ass to get to, but once you do you can hook it up to some wires and electrical pieces to put through your dash so it's easily accessible, and you can change it back whenever you want."

"Wow, really? That's interesting." He replied softly.

"Mhmm," she pulled out her phone to check the time before looking back up at him, "I should head home, it's late and I have to work tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, Takeshi!" She waved to him with a smile before rushing into her car.

"Uh, h-hey, wait-!" Takeshi tried getting her attention, but she had already driven off. His shoulders dropped a bit as he stared at the road she disappeared on. Takeshi was a fast racer and he felt like he had met the girl of his dreams, but he wasn't fast enough to ask her on a date.

He sat in his beloved R32 thinking of her. How far away did she live? Does she live in Shibukawa? Is she far away from Myogi? Would he ever see her again? His heart seemed to tighten at that last question. It's only been a night and he's fallen hard for her. She is friends with the SpeedStars, she said. I might be able to ask them where to find her.

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Two weeks had passed since the race between Takeshi and (Y/N) and he hadn't seen any sign of her. He traveled to Akina on a few different occasions at different times to see if he could catch her practicing the course but found nothing. He went to all the nearest street races he heard of, hoping to see her at one. He never did. Takeshi was hesitant to ask the SpeedStars where she was, since the first time he met them at the gas station, he wasn't exactly friendly with them and quite possibly left a bad impression. If he didn't see her for the next few days, he would head over to the gas station and ask them, and apologize for being a dick.

Takeshi pulled into the car park of the popular restaurant a lot of the racers go to. Heading inside, a hostess greeted him and led him to a booth next to the window, the rays of the setting sun covered buildings in a brilliant glow.

"A waiter will be right with you." She chimed before leaving. A minute later a waitress walked over to his table.

"Good evening, can I start you off with anything to- Takeshi?" the man in question turned his gaze from the window to look at the woman he's been dying to see.

"(Y/N)?" he looked up at her, surprise on his defined features.

She gave him one of her beautiful smiles and replied, "That's me! How are you? It's been a while."

"I've been fine. I didn't know you worked here either, I usually show up around this time of day." He stated, curious for an answer.

"Normally I work from seven to three but I'm covering my friend's shift tonight since she had an emergency." Takeshi hummed and nodded.

"So, what have you been up to these last couple of weeks? Anything interesting?" she asked with a small head tilt. It felt nice that it was easy to strike up a conversation between the two of them. It felt natural and not awkward like when they first met.

"Well, I've been spending a lot of time practicing on Myogi and other passes. I spend most of my time driving." And looking for you.

"That sounds fun. Maybe I should hop over to Myogi one night and see what your home course is like, and we could possibly have our rematch there too."

"You want to race me on my territory? Good luck with that." He smirked.

"How about a little bet, then? Loser takes the winner to dinner." She suggested and held her hand out.

"Deal." They shook hands and (Y/N) went back into work mode, asking what he wanted to order and bringing them out moments later. This bet worked out in Takeshi's favour whether he wins or loses; he gets to go to dinner with his crush.

I see this as an absolute win.

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The rematch was a private race that no one knew about. They decided to keep quiet about it since it was more for fun and a test of who drove an R32 better. The next day was date night, and the loser of the race was currently on his way to pick up the lady at her apartment.

Yep, Takeshi lost. It's been a while since he lost a race on his home course, but he didn't mind one bit that (Y/N) was the one to beat him. It showed him just how impressive her skills were when it came to racing a mountain pass and controlling her car. If anything, it only made him fall in love with her that much more.

Takeshi parked his car in an open spot and made his way up to her apartment door, ringing the bell. A minute after, (Y/N) walked out the door wearing her favourite outfit.

"Hi, Takeshi." She greeted him with a smile then locked the door.

"(Y/N), you look... beautiful." He said as a blush began forming on his cheeks.

"Thank you. You're looking quite handsome yourself." She winked and chuckled when his blush got worse. 'It's so cute how easily he gets flustered.'

"O-oh, uhm, t-thanks." He looked at the ground, mentally scolding himself for stuttering. In all honesty though, Takeshi is really attractive. His black button up shirt was undone and had the sleeves rolled up over his elbows, showing his defined forearms. The white t-shirt underneath was slightly form fitting and was tucked in showing the belt wrapped around his black jeans that matched his black and white converse. He was looking like a sexy rebel today, wasn't he?

"You ready to go?" Takeshi asked and (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically.

"Sure am! I get to have dinner with a cute racer." She hooked her arm in his and pulled him along the down the stairs and to the car where he drove to dinner.

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They hit it off extremely well during their date that it led them to going on two more before Takeshi asked her to go out with him. She had said yes so quickly that she believed she hasn't replied to anyone that fast before.

The new couple had just finished another date and Takeshi was driving on Myogi. It was a calm drive with comfortable silence, the whistle of the turbos and Takeshi shifting gears being the only occasional sounds besides the constant growling of the engine.

"Ya know, this is a really fun pass to race on." (Y/N) piped up, breaking the silence.

"Why's that?"

"It has a nice balance of straightaways, corners, and hairpins. Some corners are easy, some are challenging. Same goes for the hairpins. It has a combination of everything, I can see why you love it so much." Takeshi couldn't help but smile. Finally, a girl that understands the importance of having a home course that offers everything.

(Y/N) watched him drive up the rest of the way until they reached the top of Myogi. Her eyes never left his form but definitely wandered. She noted how he was wearing the same outfit he wore on their first date. She kept complimenting him and couldn't get enough of it.

"See something you like?" Takeshi asked with a smirk and looking at her through the corner of his eye.

"Staring at someone I love, actually." (Y/N) replied smoothly with a mischievous smile. She wrapped her right arm around his left one, bringing her hand to his forearm to squeeze it. In an instant, Takeshi felt all the blood rush to his dick and he mentally cursed. Fuck.

Sometimes, he hated being a guy for the sole reason of being turned on and having to deal with a dick that gives it away so damn fast. When (Y/N) continued on with trailing her hand up and down his arm, giving it the occasional squeeze, he was quickly losing his mental restraint.

He quickly pulled in an empty parking spot in the corner, blending the black R32 in with the dark surroundings. As soon as he pulled up the e-brake and unbuckled the harnesses, Takeshi leaned over the centre console and cupped (Y/N)'s face with both hands, pulling her into an almost desperate kiss.

His quick movements took her by surprise, but she easily responded to his kiss. She kissed him back just as feverishly, her hand swiftly tangling itself in his soft black hair. Takeshi groaned lowly when she tugged on his hair. (Y/N) swiped her tongue along his bottom lip asking for entrance but Takeshi kept his mouth shut and smirked.

His smirk didn't last long when (Y/N) roughly tugged on his hair and brought her free hand to his neck to lightly squeeze it as she bit his bottom lip. He shivered and moaned loudly, allowing (Y/N) to slip her tongue in. Takeshi had a dark blush form quickly over his cheeks from both their actions. He had never moaned that loudly before and found it a bit embarrassing on his part.

On the other hand, he never thought he would love for a woman to take control so easily. Takeshi believed he would always be the dominant one during sex whether he was on top or bottom, but god damn he loved the dominance his woman was displaying right now.

Their tongues fought but (Y/N) quickly won that fight. Takeshi let her do as she pleased, marking every corner of his mouth as hers. She pulled away from the kiss a few moment later and slid her hand from his neck down to his chest, pushing him to lean back in the seat. She climbed over the console and straddled his lap, Takeshi's hands holding her waist.

"So," she started, a playful smirk on her lips, "you either like having your hair pulled or being choked, maybe even both. Which is it?" she finished with whispering in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. This woman is going to be the death of him.

"Everything." He replied breathily.

"Do you want more?" she whispered again, tracing his jawline with her thumb.

"Y-yeah." He tightened his grip on her waist at the thought. (Y/N) happily obliged and left a path of feathery kisses from his ear to his neck until she found the spot near the crook of it that made his breath hitch. She focused there, kissing, biting, and sucking at it. His moans rang out, one after the other at her territorial actions. She pulled away and the spot was a dark purplish red with small traces of bite marks.

She moved to the other side of his neck, surprised to find another sensitive area that was just below the side of his jaw. (Y/N) gave the same treatment to the new spot as she did the last. Takeshi had his head leaning back against the seat, giving her more room. She could feel the vibrations his throat made as he moaned her name and groaned.

She loved how he fell apart so quickly from such simple actions as well as how vocal he was. The way his voice lowered when he groaned or slightly raised when he moaned was heavenly and it sent waves of heat straight down to her core.

When the second mark on his neck was made, she pulled away, getting a good look at him. His beautiful liquid silver eyes were clouded over. His ears, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose were tinted red with a blush. His silky blacky hair was messy and more of his bangs were ruffled over his forehead.

Takeshi was a hot mess.

She smiled affectionately and gave a series of kisses that he eagerly returned as he rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. (Y/N) took off his black button-up shirt and untucked the white t-shirt underneath. They broke the kiss so Takeshi could take it off while she did the same for her clothes. When she was left in her underwear, Takeshi eyed her up with lust filled eyes.

She pulled the lever under the seat up so Takeshi could push it as far back as it would go, giving them more leg room. (Y/N) made quick work in taking off his belt and lowering his pants. She lowered herself to the floor and palmed his hard arousal through his boxers, a low groan emanating through his throat.

She pulled his boxers down and Takeshi gave a relieved moan. With her slim fingers wrapped around the base, she started with slow pumps that had the worked-up man throw his head back against the seat with drawled out moans of her name following. (Y/N) continued her slow pace, waiting for Takeshi to beg her to do something.

Tonight, he was at her complete mercy.

Although, he has behaved wonderfully so far, which is working out in his favour. The better you behave, the more pleasure you'll receive. He brought a hand to her hair, tangling his fingers into it but wasn't able to hold it roughly due to his shaking from such euphoria. His other hand was gripping the edge of the seat so hard that his knuckles had turned white.

"(Y-Y/N) ..." He said shakily, his voice quivering as much as his body.

"Yes Takeshi?" she asked with a seductive tone that made his breath hitch.

"F-faster, p-please..." His voice cracked. (Y/N) complied and quickened her pace as Takeshi's moans resonated throughout the car. She brought her lips to the underside of his arousal and licked upward until she reached the tip. She took most of him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. She continued to use her hand for what she couldn't reach, keeping the fast pace.

Takeshi muttered that he was close to coming and (Y/N) stopped her actions, leaning back. The desperate man above her whined in protest from the denial.

"Don't worry love, you'll get it." (Y/N) hummed reassuringly. As she was pushing herself up, Takeshi weakly pointed towards the glove box of the car. She immediately understood and dug around for a second before pulling out the small package and tearing it open, sliding it down his length.

Takeshi watched as she straddled him, some strands of his hair slightly blocking his eyes. He was truly at a loss for words. He never thought he'd see the day where he became so undone under (Y/N)'s touch. He felt like he went completely numb, barely being able lift a finger and not having any feeling in his legs, yet he could feel everything she did to him so vividly.

All in one fluid motion, she had taken off her underwear and lowered herself onto his length. They moaned in unison before (Y/N) lightly wrapped her fingers around his neck with one hand and leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. She rubbed her thumb along the side of his neck in up and downward motions. When she lightly squeezed, he hummed pleasantly into the kiss. Takeshi slid his hands up her thighs to hold her hips, his grip tightening for a moment every time she lowered herself back down onto him.

As (Y/N)'s pace increased, the pressure she applied to his neck did as well. They had broken away from the kiss, their breathing getting heavy quickly. Takeshi moaned her name repeatedly as if it were the only thing he knew. His hold on her hips were rough and his nails were leaving small crescents on her skin. The vibrations she felt coming from his throat had her grip on his neck tightening just a bit more, another euphoric moan passing through the man's lips.

(Y/N) loved the way his length filled her so perfectly. The tip hit the right spot that had her eyes roll back and her back arch. When they were nearing their release, she let go of his neck, moving it to his hair. Lacing her fingers through the soft, messy strands, she tugged on it lightly and held onto his shoulder with the other hand for balance.

"Takeshi!" She screamed his name as she came, and he followed shortly after with a drawled-out moan of her name. (Y/N) placed her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. She lightly kissed Takeshi's neck, her hand caressing the other side. He rubbed her hip and pressed kisses on her head.

They sat there in comfortable silence until their breathing had returned to normal and they situated themselves with their clothes. "I don't know what you did to me," Takeshi started, "but fuck I loved every minute of it." He chuckled lightly and (Y/N) joined in.

"Seems to be that you love being the submissive one, hmm?" she gave at him a teasing smile.

"Only for you." He hooked a finger under her chin and pulled her towards him, pressing a long, passionate kiss on her lips then pulling away. "How about I get you home?"

"Only if you stay the night with me?" (Y/N) asked hopefully.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" Takeshi winked and started the car. The minute they were under the covers of (Y/N)'s bed, Takeshi pulled her towards him, her back pressing against his chest as he spooned her.

"I thought subs liked being the ones that get spooned?"

"Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep."

[scarletnakazato]

Shingo Shoji - Gold Night

• Shingo Shoji x Reader • Word Count: 943. • Synopsis: In which the NightKids go to a pub and Shingo drinks more than he can handle, becoming a plastered mess that his girlfriend has to deal with.

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When the NightKids scored a new win against a difficult team, the guys decided to celebrate by heading down to a pub the next evening. Of course, this idea was conjured in the magnificent brain of Shingo's, also claiming he can outdrink everyone and still be able to stay conscious, let alone walk. Shingo's girlfriend, however, rolled her eyes, knowing that the EG6 driver was one hell of a lightweight and would pass out after his third beer. But she wouldn't spoil that information for the guys, wanting to see their reactions and realize just how much of a baby the man really is in the drinking world. With everyone seated in a circular booth at the back of the pub, and drinks delivered, conversation started easily with the occasional sips in between.

Shingo challenged Takeshi to a drinking contest, saying, "Whoever doesn't pass out first gets to be leader of the team." (Y/N) nearly barked a laugh out, getting a half-assed glare from her boyfriend. Takeshi agreed, determined to keep his place at the top, though it's not like he had anything to worry about in the first place. They ordered several more beers to settle their feud, with one of the other guys doing a small countdown before the top two drivers started chugging. When they slammed down the last bottle, everyone waited in anticipation to see who would drop their head against the table first. With a few minutes passing quickly, Takeshi didn't seem too different, save for his cheeks becoming slightly darker and being a little slow to respond, but otherwise pretty awake and functioning. Shingo, on the other hand, was leaned back against the booth seat, his head tilted upward and staring at the ceiling before saying something with extreme slurred speech.

"What did you say?" (Y/N) asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

"I said..." a hiccup escaped before he spoke clearer, "I'm jealous of your heart 'cause it's pumping inside you and I'm not." His head lulled to the side, looking at her with an expression that made it clear he wasn't joking.

Takeshi nearly did a spit take across the table, before clamping his hand over his mouth preventing the would-be drastic incident. He looked at Shingo with an incredulous look that had (Y/N) clutch her stomach with laughter. The rest of the team barked out short laughs, all while Shingo continued to gaze at his girlfriend, appearing unfazed. "Y'know, babe, if you think this is so funny..." another hiccup, "How 'bout I just do it right here, right now, hmm?" he started to shift, fully intending on acting on his words.

"Uhm, Shin, NO!" She started to make some sound that sounded like an angry squirrel while in a panic, as she tried to get her plastered boyfriend to sit down, stay still, and not attempt to pull any dirty deeds in front of people. "Okay, time to go home." She said after several minutes of fighting him while the guys looked on in amusement. "Let's go, lightweight, move your skinny ass." She pulled him out of the booth by his arm, wrapping her other around his waist to hold him up. The rest of the team followed suit after paying, Takeshi being a gentleman and holding the door open for her. After practically carrying the man to his car, she unlocked it and he stumbled into the passenger seat, not bothering to even put his legs inside the car. Poor (Y/N) had to situate him and buckle him in like a baby in a car seat when he tapped out and started to snore. Shutting the car door, she let out a heavy sigh. "Good luck with him!" Takeshi yelled before getting in the team's designated driver's car. The others followed suit, wishing her luck with a chuckle.

Waving them off, she sat in the driver's side of the Civic, starting it up and driving back to their apartment. When they arrived, he wouldn't wake up to (Y/N)'s shaking and name calling, resulting in her having to heave him on her back and carry him up three flights of stairs. She was glad it wasn't too difficult, thanks to her job of working with heavy car parts daily (and she was a bad bitch who lifts more than Shingo could anyway). Unlocking the door and heading inside, she went straight for the bedroom and dropped him off of her back, his body flopping on the soft mattress and making no indication of waking up. Running through her night time routine quickly, she joined the passed-out man in bed, covering him up and moving an arm out of her way before laying down. Within three minutes, he managed to latch himself onto her like a leech. He mumbled something that she could barely make out as, "You're fuckin' hot in red." What she didn't know is if he was dreaming about her dressed in red, or his car.

Some hours after she fell asleep, she jolted awake from the sound of a loud thump. Looking behind her, she sees most of the covers are pulled over Shingo's side of the bed. He fell off. But did he wake up? No. The poor girl had to wrench the blankets from his form and pull them back up, rearranging them before covering herself up again and sleeping in the middle of the mattress. He'll be fine, she thought as she snuggled into the comforter, peacefully falling back asleep while spread out like a starfish. (Y/N) was going to need it, knowing the shit storm of a hangover Shingo was going to have when he woke up.