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scarletnakazato · 2 years

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Takumi Fujiwara - Forever Young

• Fujiwara Takumi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 2,678. • Synopsis: In which a night to spectate a race turns into a night full of jealous passion due to the gestures of a blonde racer's flirts, and the legendary 8-6 driver doesn't take that too well.

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Takumi was finally convinced by Itsuki to come and see a race and for the first time in a while, he wasn't the one participating in it. Takumi agreed to go for that reason and invited his girlfriend to tag along. (Y/N) happily agreed and now the three of them sat in the 8-6 as Takumi drove to the mountain the race was taking place on.

"Why does she get to sit in front, Takumi? I'm your best friend and this was my idea!" Itsuki complained from the backseat, a large pout on his face. "Because." Takumi replied shortly.

"Wha-? Because why?!" Itsuki glared at his best friend.

"One, you sat in front last time, two, you had the chance to ride shotgun with Iketani, and three, the lady will always get to sit in front. You can deal with the backseat for one day." Takumi said and glanced at (Y/N) giving her a small smile before turning his eyes back to the road. She blushed and smiled at his words and the fond expression he gave her.

"Ugh, Takumi! You can't just use (Y/N) as an excuse to kick me to the back of the car."

"Yes, I can." Takumi and (Y/N) chuckled when Itsuki turned red, mumbling complaints. The rest of the car ride was quiet for the most part until small conversations were started in between. Takumi found an empty parking spot, Iketani pulling into the spot next to him. The group of friends all found a small area to chill out at and get a good view to see the cars take off when the race starts.

They talked and joked amongst themselves until it was announced that the race was about to start. As soon as they watched the cars take off and speed around the corner everyone went back to chatting, but this time about who was going to win. "I'm gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?" (Y/N) asked as she pointed to the vending machine behind her with her thumb. The boys perked up and nodded, telling her what they wanted and giving an enthusiastic 'thank you' as she headed to the vending machine.

After getting the requested drinks and putting them in the small bag she brought she turned around and bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She looked up, seeing it was Keisuke.

"You're fine, gorgeous." He chuckled lightly and winked. (Y/N) smiled awkwardly and nodded slowly. "So, you're a fan of street races?" He asked, sitting on the hood of his FD that was parked right next to them.

"Yeah, I love them and cars." She scratched the back of her head shyly, mentally scolding herself for an awkward response.

Takumi looked over to where (Y/N) was, wondering what was taking her so long. When his eyes landed her and Keisuke, who was clearly trying to flirt with her, he glared at the blonde, walking over to them. He didn't want to look like the clingy, demanding type of boyfriend, but he didn't want this to turn out similar to the incident with Natsuki. He loved (Y/N) and it would kill him if he let the egoistic blonde take her from him.

"If you want to see what a real racer is like, maybe I could take you for a ride sometime." With a charming smile, Keisuke winked at her. Her blush worsened and she stammered over her words.

"That won't be necessary." Takumi said from behind her, causing her to turn around. He gave one more glare to Keisuke and gently grabbed (Y/N)'s arm, taking her back to their group. Luckily their friends didn't notice Takumi even left and happily took their drinks from (Y/N).

"We're leaving. Itsuki, ride home with Iketani and Kenji." Was all Takumi said before leading her to the 8-6. The guys looked at one another, confused. (Y/N) said nothing as they got in the car, not wanting to anger Takumi further incase he thought she returned Keisuke's flirts. Takumi drove a little ways down the pass until he turned onto a small road that was mostly hidden by trees –you wouldn't have seen it if it weren't for the sign- leading to an empty parking lot. He parked the 8-6 and got out, leaving the headlights up. (Y/N) watched him for a minute as he paced around the side of the car, head lowered and a hand under his chin, as if thinking.

She decided to get out and move towards him. "Takumi...?" She asked hesitantly. Surprising her, he pinned (Y/N) against the side of the 8-6, making sure not to hurt her as well. Their eyes met and his bore into hers, as if searching for an answer. "Do you love me?" He asked, his tone laced with a small sense of insecurity.

"Yes Takumi, always." (Y/N) replied, no hesitation or wavering in her voice. With that, Takumi brought a hand to the back of her neck, placing his lips on hers. She could feel his inner conflict just from his kisses. A mixture of long, sweet, and passionate, along with the occasional short, rough kisses. He wanted to be sweet and gentle like he normally is, but the jealousy was getting to him. Takumi felt like he had to show (Y/N) that she was his, as much as he is hers.

The hand on her neck was soon tangled in her soft hair, and the other roamed along her sides and back. (Y/N) had a hand in his soft, brown hair and the other holding onto his arm as she returned his kisses just as feverishly. Their cheeks were both dusted over with a blush which only got deeper when their tongues came in contact with one another.

Takumi eventually trailed both hands down to her hips. Wrapping his arms around them, he picked her up and moved to the front of the car. When her back was pressed against the hood, still a bit warm from the engine, she got a good look at her boyfriend.

His hair was messy and covered his eyes a bit. His cheeks were red along with his lips, and his eyes were glazed over. They held different emotions in them, love, lust, and jealousy. The brightness from the headlights illuminated his sides and made him glow. She was pulled from her trance when he slipped his cold fingers under her shirt. It sent a shiver down her spine, and only added to the heat that was slowly building up between her legs.

He leaned down to her neck, the ends of his bangs slightly tickling her skin. He left soft kisses along one side and switched to the other. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Their hips were nearly touching, and she could feel the tent of his pants against her heat.

He accidently nipped at her collarbone a bit too hard causing her yelp. Takumi lightly ran his tongue over the bite in apology, giving it multiple light kisses before pulling away.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, giving her a small peck on the lips. "It's alright, now I have a reason to get back at you." She smirked lightly, giving him a small nip on his ear. His breath hitched and his hold on her tightened. Takumi picked her up off the hood and took hold of her arm, leading her to the passenger side.

Sitting inside, he pulled her with him, so she was straddling his lap. They started another heated make-out session, (Y/N)'s hand that was tangled in his hair tugged on it a bit. She was pleased when Takumi moaned, even when muffled by their kiss. She did it again and this time he let out a more desperate whine.

Pulling back, Takumi looked at (Y/N) with clouded half-lidded eyes. "Get in the back." He said breathily and slid the seat back, making it easier for them to climb over the center console. Takumi flicked the headlights off then crawled back, hovering over (Y/N). Keeping her word, now was the time to get back at him.

She placed her hands on the back of his knees and slowly trailed them up his thighs. His tightened his grip on the top of the seat trying to stifle a moan. When her hands reached the top of the underside of his thighs, she gave them a squeeze and trailed her hands to the upper side of them.

Takumi whimpered and his legs started feeling weaker. She barely even did anything, too. She dragged her fingers lightly and teasingly down the top of his thighs, earning her small moans throughout the duration. "(Y-Y/N), s-stop." Takumi stuttered through his small pants of breaths. The look on his face said the complete opposite of his words.

To think his thighs were such a sensitive place on him. She continued her teasing saying, "This is my revenge." Takumi gave a particularly loud whine right before his legs gave out from under him and ended up straddling (Y/N)'s lap.

His head lowered to rest on her right collarbone, his hands falling from the top of the seats to weakly hold onto her shoulders. His body shook and his breathing was heavy. "I didn't know that was such a weak spot for you, Tak." (Y/N) gently lifted his head, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. He sighed and leaned into her touch. He shifted slightly and his hard arousal brushed against (Y/N)'s.

They moaned in unison and Takumi reached down to undo his zipper, loosening up his pants. (Y/N) tugged on his shirt, lifting it up over his head revealing his lean upper half. Takumi didn't have major definitions or a six-pack, but his lean form was quite... appetizing.

Takumi made quick work of (Y/N)'s button up shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. With a major blush that spread to his ears, he lightly trailed his fingers down her chest. The soft feeling of her breasts tempted him to squeeze them and when he did, the moan he earned from her was heavenly.

He finally regained some feeling in his legs and used it to move the both of them sideways. (Y/N) laid flat on the seats, Takumi still on top of her. With his right hand next to (Y/N)'s head and pressed against the seat to maintain balance, he used his other to snake around to her back to unclip her bra. He locked eyes with her, waiting for her approval.

When she nodded, he undid the clips and pulled it off. Pushing himself up, he moved the rest of his weight to his legs. Using both hands to work on her pants, he gave his attention to her breasts, his mouth doing wonders. (Y/N) gripped his hair with a hand and bicep with the other.

Lifting her hips, he slid her pants down and she kicked them off once they were at her ankles. He rubbed his thumb over her heat making her whimper and writhe around. "Takumi..." Pressing harder, he made circular movements, wanting to hear her make more of those lovely sounds.

He slid a finger into her, earning a small moan from his moderate paced movements. Takumi added another, then another, picking up the pace. (Y/N) moaned his name loudly, tugging on his hair making him groan.

Just before she was about to come, Takumi withdrew his fingers. She whined in protest, making him chuckle. "It's what you get for teasing me, beautiful."

"Just fuck me Takumi, come on!" She nearly begged and the desperate look on her face was something that Takumi sadly couldn't resist. Taking off his pants then boxers, he lined himself up at her entrance and pushed in slowly. Moaning in unison, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his back holding him firmly while held her hip with one hand and balanced himself with the other.

He gave her time to adjust to his size then gave a few light experimental thrusts. When she made a pleased noise, he deepened his thrusts, slowly picking up the pace. She could feel his hot breath when he lowered his head next to her ear. "I don't like the way he was looking at you like that." Takumi said lowly, giving a sharp thrust that made her breath hitch. "Thinking he'd win you over with his shitty flirts and let him fuck you in his car." He growled, thrusting deep.

(Y/N) leaned her head back, her eyes rolling back as well as she moaned. "Takumi!"

"My name is the only name I want to hear you scream. You're mine and I'm not letting anyone else have you." Takumi spoke with a deep voice that (Y/N) didn't even know he had. That made her want to come on the spot. He thrust in and out at fast paces, the 8-6 rocking back and forth quite noticeably due to its soft suspension. If anyone were around, they'd easily be able to see what was happening.

"What's my name?" Takumi said after a few minutes.

"Takumi." She moaned lightly.

"Louder. What's my name?" He repeated, his tone, firmer.

"Takumi!"

"Louder, (Y/N)! I want to hear you scream it!"

"TAKUMI!"

She screamed as loud as she could, Takumi giving a last series of rough thrusts before coming with a low groan. (Y/N) came after him, her nails digging into his skin. "Fuck, Takumi." She said with deep breaths.

"I wasn't... too rough... was I?" He said between heavy pants as he caught his breath and pulled out. She shook her head, "No, that was fucking amazing. I like when you're jealous." (Y/N) smiled jokingly. "I wasn't jealous." Takumi huffed and looked to the side, cheeks pink. "Sure, you weren't." She giggled as they got dressed, a bit awkwardly since there wasn't a lot of room to easily put their pants back on.

"I should get you home, huh? Probably really late by now." Takumi lowered the passenger seat and pushed it forwards, making it easier to get out. "Heh, yeah."

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"Thank you, Takumi." She leaned over towards him, giving him a loving kiss on his soft lips. He happily returned it, a smile gracing his features. "Call me if you want to go somewhere on the weekend, okay?" She said as she opened the door and got out. "Yeah, will do. Have a good night, (Y/N)."

"You too, Takumi!" She shut the door and he watched her until she was inside her house before driving off.

When he got home, his dad was outside smoking his usual cigarettes. He parked the 8-6 in the driveway and got out. "You're home pretty late. Where have you been?" He asked then took a drag of his cigarette. "I was at the race I told you about before I left, and uh..." Takumi scratched the back of his head, flustered.

"And?" His dad pressed, with a raised eyebrow. "I-I uh, kind of... maybe did it... with my girlfriend... in t-the 8-6..." Now his cheeks were full on red as well as his ears. Takumi stared at the ground intensely, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Bunta stopped taking a drag halfway through and slowly turned his head towards his son. He gave Takumi a poker-faced closed-eye glare.

"...where?"

How was Takumi supposed to answer that? They technically did it everywhere on and in the car. The side of it, the hood, the passenger seat, and back seat. He chuckled nervously.

"Yes."

He quickly scampered into the house and beelined it up to his room, closing the door. Bunta hummed, his face blank of all expression. He wasn't sure if he wanted to inspect the car like he wants to, or if it would be best to just leave it alone. He ended up going with the latter and was at least happy he didn't find any evidence. The car looked normal on the outside and he saw no dents or scratches either.

At least his son knows how to keep the car in pristine condition even when doing... that.

#initial d #initiald #anime #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #lemon #x reader #takumi fujiwara #takumi fujiwara x reader #ScarletNakazato

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letmeshouyouhowitsdone · 11 months

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𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 006. profiles

haikyuu x m!reader

masterlist

+profiles!!

{you've unlocked takumashii 3rd years}

-> #3 hattori itsuki, takumashii high school 3rd year position: wing spiker, defence specialist (2011/2012) height: 172.2cm current concern: [name] looks so cool as a libero he almost regrets playing as wing spiker

-> #4 seki hikaru, takumashii high school 3rd year position: middle blocker (2011/2012) height: 184.6cm current concern: takumi won't let him sleep during morning practice

-> #5 naomura kichirou, takumashii high school 3rd year position: wing spiker (2011/2012) height: 178.8cm current concern: the cat on his street ran away when he tried to pet it

{you've unlocked takumashii 2nd years}

-> #2 koizumi kousei, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 4 position: vice-captain, setter height: 187.2 current concern: itsuki told him he's 'intense' (is it a compliment? is he referring to his playing style?)

-> #9 kumagai susumu, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 4 position: middle blocker height: 189.5 current concern: seiichi keeps glaring at him and he can't remember if he did anything to cause it

-> #11 fujiwara seiichi, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 4 position: wing spiker height: 184.8 current concern: he wants to dye his hair blonde but susumu said he'll look ugly

-> #12 ichigo yuuma, takumashii high school 2nd year, class 2 position: wing spiker height: 176.9 current concern: the team are still making fun of him for introducing himself as ‘chicago’ (it happened once!)

previous | 006. | next

a/n: our third and second yearssss!

#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu ocs #hinata x reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #fukurodani x reader #fukurodani #karasuno x reader #karasuno #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #aoba johsai x reader #aoba johsai

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mctakahashi · 3 years

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Ryosuke x Pregnant reader (your his wife)

You pull the covers up closer to your face. The fan in the room making noise and pushing air to your body. You hear the cicadas outside because the window is open letting in the night air.

Your door opens and a tall man walks through. You look up and see Ryosuke holding a glass of water.

“Has the nausea gotten any worse?” He asks and moves over to you setting a hand on your belly gingerly. Your heart flutters and your breath becomes softer.

“No. It’s been ok. If anything. I wish being pregnant was way more fun then being nauseous…” You comment and then you feel Ryosuke sit on the bed with you. His hand touching and gently rubbing circles onto your stomach.

“I know sweetheart.” You hear him say as he gently kisses your head.

The beginning of this night seemed to be long and achy for you. With your tossing and turning and even Ryosuke is up hearing you move. He even asks you if you are ok, or if you want to shower or try laying on the couch with him. You decline to all because the last thing you want is to leave the room. Mostly cause Keisuke still lived in the house Ryosuke had inherited from his parents. So you were hella nervous to sit on the couch or be anywhere other then yours and Ryosukes privet room. Which was funny cause if anything… Keisuke was the guest in the house.

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“Honey.” You hear Ryosukes voice on edge and definitely tired. As he woke up a bit after getting you water.

“Yes?” You respond turning to him slightly sitting up.

“Maybe you should get up and walk around. Let’s go lay on the couch together.”

“You already asked me. I said no. The couch is far to uncomfortable for my back. It’s just. It’s just hot in here.” You lie as you lay back down. The temperature not bothering you one bit.

You feel the bed shift and see Ryosuke leaving the room. You assume to readjust the temp. You hear talking outside of the door and realize “now you’ve done it”. Ryosuke is talking to his brother and soon the door opens. You think it’s Ryosuke so your face lights up but it’s not. It’s Keisuke.

“The baby really giving you that much trouble?” Keisuke asks walking in. His sweat pants far to large for his waist, slowly falling down so you see the brand of his blue boxers.

You slowly nod to the question that was asked. “Yeah it’s just super weird. I feel so gross and ugh. Icky.” You say trying to make conversation knowing you were the problem. But it’s not like it was all YOUR fault. Ryosuke was the one who got you pregnant in the first place.

“Maybe go for a drive and depending on how you feel you should come back and shower or bathe. Just get refreshed.” Keisuke comments.

In your head that seemed like a good idea. Especially driving around at night with Ryosuke. You nod, sitting up but then freeze. “Yeah Nope. Wayyy to nauseous.”

The second you say that Keisuke grabs a trash can and lends it over to you. You think it must be some kind of joke but when you see his concerned face you look away. “I’m fine Keisuke.” You say laying back down.

Ryosuke soon comes back and leans close to you and looks at Keisuke. “You can go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you.” Ryosuke says taking the blame. You feel bad but you care way to much plus the baby with in you is making life difficult.

“I-I wanna cry..” you say and lean your head on Ryosukes lap. His hands gently running through your hair trying to calm your body down.

“You’ll be ok. I promise. If this is comfy. Just close your eyes and relax.” He says calmly and pulls the blanket half way up your body.

Your eyes shut and your hand rests on your belly as you try to get some sleep, luckily it seems to work cause your really relaxed and chilled now. Maybe you were just super hot.

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The night went slow cause when you woke up for the final time that night, you see the bed is now empty and Ryosuke isnt there. You sit up and your first thought is he went out to a street race. Or he was gone to work. You got up to see if it’s true. You walk out of the room looking around slowly. The house seems very quiet. You walk down the stairs then pause. You see Keisuke on his phone typing.

“Uh… Keisuke. Have you seen your brother?” You ask finding it weird that Ryosuke would leave his pregnant wife alone in the house with the brother.

“Oh. Um. Yeah. He’s out. Not really sure where.” He says setting his phone down then turning to look at you. You get nervous so you look away.

“Um. Keisuke can I sit with you on the couch?” You ask because you felt very alone.

Keisuke only nods. “Yeah of course!” He says and gets up grabbing you a blanket. “The baby just not letting you sleep or something?” He asks as you sit down and take the blanket from him cuddling up in it.

Your hand runs down your belly while you smile. “No not this time. I woke up with a sense that I was alone so when I saw it was true I got scared… I know he works on Project D and stuff. But my fear is he will get into a car accident.”

Keisuke sits down with you and nods. “My brother is very smart. I’m sorry your so nervous.” He says calmly.

You smile shaking your head dropping the conversation. You see him lean back and play on his phone. You then lean back and start to get back into sleep. You felt relaxed and finally you got sleep.

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In the morning you wake up and see Keisuke and Ryosuke in the kitchen. Ryosuke making coffee and Keisuke whispering, or at least trying to keep his voice down low so he wouldn’t wake you.

“H-honey?” You call out from the couch sitting up.

Ryosuke hear this and instantly sets his coffee down, taking long strides over to you. “Yes my love?”

“Where were you?” You ask him nervously.

“Takumi texted me saying something was off about his car. He wanted you to look at it.” You nod knowing you were part of the mechanics when you first met Ryosuke a few years ago. You still work for project D, Sort of. It’s kind of hard now that your on maternity leave. But… you left not telling anyone why. The only people who knew were Keisuke and Ryosuke of course.

“What did you tell him?” You ask knowing Takumi doesn’t know about the baby.

“I told him that with your pregnancy as well as the complications pregnancy brings, that it would be hard for you to get under the car to see what’s up with it.” He explains to you.

You think that was a good answer and you nod. “Good good. Yeah. Keisuke and I chilled on the couch.” You say. “I’m hungry!” You huff with red cheeks and see Ryosuke’s smile turn to a chuckle.

“Of course. Your normal?” He asks getting up.

You nod blushing and watch him walk off to make your favorite breakfast. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You hear him say as he smiles at you.

#initial d #ryosuke takahashi #fujiwara takumi #keisuke takahashi #initial d x reader #x reader #fanfic #pregnant #preggers #x pregnant reader

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therainroguefanfiction · 3 years

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Tre Piccole Parole (Fujiwara Takumi) I Love You

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Word Count: 157

Pairing: Reader x Takumi

World: Initial D

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Takumi Fujiwara watched you closely, a strange feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. You were oblivious to his staring, too excited about the race that was about to begin. He was actually thankful for this because it meant that you wouldn't know that he was staring; he wouldn't be able to explain why because even he didn't understand it himself.

"Isn't this exciting, Takumi?" you questioned, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck as the two cars took off. "I'm so glad you brought me here tonight!"

"Uhh.. it was no problem," he muttered, looking away and scratching his pink cheek.

You smiled up at him before kissing his cheek. "I love you, Takumi."

He blinked in surprise, moving his gaze to meet yours. His heart seemed to explode in an eruption of fireworks when you said those three little words, and it was then that he realized that he loved you too.

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#tre piccole parole #fujiwara takumi #initial d #fujiwara takumi x reader #anime #anime x reader #reader insert

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ryusuisloveinterest · 1 month

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Takumi Fujiwara x Reader (set up as headcanons??)💗

guys my brother took me to an arcade with an initial d game inside so now Takumi Fujiwara has taken over my brain anyway hope you enjoy!

You probably met him in school

You were new and after your introduction Itsuki points you out

“Hey man look! That new student is pretty cute don’t ya think?”

And to Itsuki’s surprise, Takumi agrees instantly

“Looks like someone’s in love~”

“Shut up Itsuki!”

He didn’t talk to you for a while, he was nervous!

Until he went with Itsuki and the rest of the speedstars to Akina

You were there with your brother’s racing team, talking and messing around

Someone in the speedstars started talking shit but Takumi quickly shut them down

“Hey will you stop? They’re not messing with anyone so just drop it!”

Safe to say Iketani, Kenji, and Itsuki were surprised

Both teams just sat idly next to each other until you walked over to Takumi

“Thank you for sticking up for us. I would hated it if we were enemies.” You tell him as you hand him a soda as thanks

“O-oh it was nothing. Just don’t like bullies…”

You smile at his small blush, it even turns your face a little pink

“Did you…wanna sit?”

“Oh if you don’t mind”

You both could have spent all night just chilling and taking to each other

But your brother had to take you home ☹️

But at school he asked if he could walk with you and finish your conversation

After you two became close you would go to each other’s houses Bunta really likes you

“When are you gonna ask that girl out?”

“What are you talking about dad?”

“That girl that’s always over here. It’s clear you like her, so just ask her out.”

“But…how?”

He asks everyone for advice, Itsuki, Iketani, Keisuke, even Ryosuke and Wataru

Finally he settles for a drive around Akina

It’s late at night and you’re in the passenger side listening to your shared playlist

He pulls into the place you first talked to him

You both talk to each other, scooting closer to each other, only inches apart

“Hey (y/n)…” he puts his hand over yours, “do you think…we can be more than friends? Like, oh gosh I sound dumb,” he mumbles, “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You kiss his cheek and nod, “I’d love to be Takumi.”

After Takumi drops you off

“Did you do it?” Bunta asks

“Yes.”

“Thank God cause she’s a lot better than whatever the hell else you’ve brought over here.”

#initial d #takumi fujiwara headcanons #takumi fujiwara x reader #takumi fujiwara

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scarletnakazato · 2 years

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Takumi Fujiwara - Heartbeat

• Takumi Fujiwara x Reader • Word Count: 1,357. • Synopsis: In which an arcade racer and street racer bring their differences together that only strengthens their relationship and love for racing, as well as a cute tofu boy helping his girlfriend drift a real car.

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She was an arcade racer; he was a street racer. She's never raced on real roads, while he has. She was an expert drifter in the games, and he was an expert drifter on the mountains. She, of course knew the process of drifting, but it was quite different compared to a video game. She wanted to know the feeling of real drifting. She wanted to know the exhilaration that video games simply couldn't give. He gave her the exhilaration with such ease, with a relaxed face and a small smile gracing his beautiful lips as he took occasional glances in her direction.

She was loving every minute. The screeching sound of tires on the road, the high revving of the 4A-GE engine that echoed through Akina, and the tilt the car made from its soft suspension as it drifted oh so perfectly around a hairpin. This was amazing. This was an experience that was better than any racing game she'd ever played. She wanted him to teach her. She wanted to drift along with him across the pass in her own car, following the bright taillights of his Trueno as she chased after him and drifted in tandem. Whether it was them racing through the pass for fun or simply wanting to drive fast next to each other, she wanted to do it all with him. She could easily give up her arcade racing for this. Racing games were nothing in comparison. They never made her heart beat in the way this was.

He was interested in her style of racing. What was it like controlling a fake car rather than a real one? Was it easier? Harder? Did it give the same responses as a real car would? Was drifting a video game car easier than real life? He wanted her to show him what it was like. Were video games how she learned to drive and practice racing styles? He would find it impressive to learn to drift without ever being behind the wheel of an actual car. He was always easily surprised. He wondered how long it took her to perfect her drifting style in her games.

He glanced at her again, his small smile becoming slightly wider after seeing how big her own was. Her eyes shined so brightly and he adored it. He was curious if they would shine brighter if he taught her to drive his car with the same method his dad used to teach him. Would she figure out the method faster than he did with her current skill and knowledge? How long would it take her to grasp onto her own style, maybe even the same as his own or similar, with the method?

"Takumi?"

"Yeah?"

"Teach me how to drift."

"I learned in a way that I'm pretty sure no one else has. It'll be different than what you're thinking and are used to."

"Then I want to learn the same way you did. Everything you're doing is amazing. I can't even do this in my games."

And so, he taught her. She had a great understanding of the concept and the footing but still spilled a lot of the water. It didn't take her as long as him to figure out how to smoothly roll the water around the rim of the cup. It took a little over a month, and she only got better. Takumi was proud of her. He was so proud. He's never felt anything near that with someone else's driving, but the way she handled the Trueno around Akina was beautiful – like her- and made his heartbeat race every time.

He wasn't scared of her driving like he was of his friends'. Her practice from the video games really gave her an advantage. She mastered the gutter run in about the same time it took him. He found it cute how she always giggled when she dipped the car into the gutter and quickly turned the corner.

While Takumi taught her how to drift a real car, she showed him how to drift video game cars. It was a huge difference. There wasn't really any give and take in a game and no swaying when going around a corner. It was... flat? All screen movement, no real or body movement. It was too easy to drift, he would say. The tires gave no fight with the steering wheel when skidding, it was only sound. It felt way too weird to Takumi that he nearly called it foreign and not driving at all. It made him all the more impressed that (Y/N) was able to learn to drift an actual car that fought back in somewhat a short amount of time, even with knowing the fundamentals.

She worked hard during the last half of the year and gave Takumi quite a surprise when he was doing a delivery run and saw an 8-6 gain on him quickly. He thought it was possibly Wataru coming back to have a run on Akina, maybe even Itsuki having a late-night practice, but was somehow not expecting (Y/N) to speed past him in her own Trueno and flawlessly drift around a corner.

She slowed down and lined up next to him on the next straightaway, giving him a cheesy smile and wave through the window. He laughed, lightly shaking his head. They pulled over at the iconic spot where downhill races start and (Y/N) pulled out a paper cup filled with water from the car, taking a sip of it. She gently tapped the cup against the small can of coffee Takumi was holding and took another sip. He chuckled at her cute antics.

After their small drink break and small talk (Y/N) proposed they have a race for fun down Akina since he was heading home from his deliveries. She had a strong feeling she wouldn't win since her car wasn't anywhere near built up like Takumi's since his dad always played around with it. As well as the fact that Takumi had years of experience on the pass and his skills were so much better compared to her. She didn't care at all if she lost, she only cared about the exhilaration of drifting in tandem with Takumi and chasing after those bright taillights.

The Ghost of Akina had obviously won, even when he slowed down a bit on purpose to let her catch up and keep a pace with her. She drove with him back to his house and he asked, albeit shyly and with a dark blush, if she wanted to spend the rest of the night with him before he had to wake up for work. She happily accepted and grabbed her small bag from the passenger seat before following him inside.

His old man greeted them both, having being used to (Y/N) visiting Takumi quite often. He had grown fond of the girl, surprised even, with how she managed to get someone like Takumi to teach to her drift. The couple were quickly under the warm covers of his bed and (Y/N) pulled out a few gaming magazines from her bag, showing Takumi the varieties of video games and her favourite racing games, she has the top scores in.

He occasionally asked her questions about them all to which she excitedly answered them all. He found it endearing how passionate she was for simple games. He loved indulging her for the small things she loved which only fueled her passion more. She had quite the extensive armada of knowledge on cars, their parts, their specs, anything he could think of, she knew a lot of it.

When they were finally tired enough to fall asleep, she lightly tossed the magazines on top of her bag and rolled over to cuddle into Takumi's side, with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He wrapped an arm around her waist and his other around her shoulders with his hands gently weaving through her hair, quickly lulling her to sleep in his arms, just barely aware of the soft kisses he left on her forehead and lips before falling asleep himself.

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Takumi Fujiwara - Be My Babe

• Takumi Fujiwara x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 2,696. • Synopsis: In which a missing friend finds solace with a certain tofu boy and his confessions become known, leading them to have a loving and passionate night to themselves.

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When (Y/N) found out her ex-boyfriend had been cheating on her with another girl, she turned into a wreck. She thought of herself as not being good enough, which led her into a depressive state. She distanced herself from her friends for two weeks, not picking up their calls or answering texts. All of her friends were worried sick about her, but no one was more worried than Takumi. It scared him to death that she seemed to just... disappear off the map so suddenly. She was his best friend but the love he had for her was so much more than just friendly love.

The worry that anchored itself inside Takumi was eating at him slowly, yet viciously. It was so bad that he ended up spilling some of the water from the paper cup during his deliveries and lightly tapped the guardrail a few times with the bumpers of the 8-6. His dad took notice in his kid's behavior and was upset at first, until he quickly realized something was worrying him horribly. Bunta also noticed how much more tired Takumi looked. Takumi had been up with no sleep for a couple days at a time, but still functioned enough to go on with life as best as he could. The only times he really fell asleep was from pure exhaustion or falling asleep as he lied in bed, letting his thoughts run wild.

It was Friday night and Bunta had taken the 8-6 to meet with Yuichi, leaving Takumi by himself at home for the next five or six hours. He was laying sideways on his bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the possible scenarios that could have happened to (Y/N). He couldn't help but think of the worst.

A series of knocks on the front door of the shop resonated through the house and was muffled by the walls. Takumi sighed and sat up, heading downstairs. As soon as he passed through the cloth that hung above the door frame his eyes widened and he bolted to the door.

"(Y/N)!" Takumi yelled, his voice holding a mixture of both fear and relief as he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. She stood there, shocked, before returning the brunette's hug quickly. Takumi had an arm wrapped protectively around her waist and the other around her shoulders, his hand in her hair. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her calming scent he loved so much. They stayed in the tight hug for only a couple of minutes, but to Takumi, it felt like forever.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I've been worried sick about you." Takumi said frantically, cupping her cheeks with both hands, looking over her face and body for any injuries. "You just... disappeared one day and I don't know what happened. Are you hurt? Did someone do something to you? Were you put in the hospital for something?"

"Hey, hey, I'm okay." (Y/N) lightly took hold of his wrists and squeezed them in attempt to calm him down. "I... I didn't mean to scare you, or anyone else. I had a really bad day after school and... I didn't handle it as well as I thought I would. I'm sorry, Takumi. I'll explain everything." (Y/N) gave him an apologetic smile and leaned into one of his palms that still held onto her face. He nodded slowly, taking in her words, and letting his hands slowly fall.

His heart was beating at hundreds of kilometres an hour and felt like it could burst out of his chest at any given moment. He brought (Y/N) inside and led her up to his room, gently shutting the door. Takumi sat on his bed sideways, leaning against the wall and lightly patted the bed, motioning for her to sit.

She sat down across from Takumi, facing towards him. "So," she took in a deep breath and sighed before continuing, "this, uh... is probably a really stupid reason for me to disappear like that. I found my boyfriend cheating on me with another girl and tried talking to him about it, but he pretty much told me to fuck off, he didn't like me anymore, and that he found me useless." Takumi's face contorted to a pissed off expression. He found her 'useless'? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Takumi didn't interrupt as (Y/N) continued explaining.

"The minute I got home I kind of just 'shut off' and went straight to my room. I turned off my phone, put it in a drawer out of sight, and isolated myself for a while. I think some of my friends came by to check on me, but I never answered the door. It's pretty shitty of me, I know, but I just couldn't shake off everything he said to me. I'm sorry, Tak." (Y/N) looked down and Takumi noticed small tears falling down her cheeks.

"No, no, it's okay, don't cry!" He exclaimed worriedly. The brunette held her in a comforting hug, gently pulling her to him. Takumi leaned back against the wall with (Y/N) sitting on his lap, resting her head on his chest, her arms wrapped around his sides, and legs around his waist. Takumi gently brushed his fingers through her hair, and she would occasionally give a pleasant sigh. He rested his chin on the top of her head, the two of them staying like this until she had calmed down. (Y/N) could hear how fast his heart was beating. Was it from his worry or how close he is to her? She pulled away and met his gaze.

"Are you okay? Your heart is beating fast." Takumi blushed and turned his head to the side, scratching the back of it like he always does when flustered.

"Uh, y-yeah I'm fine." (Y/N)'s expression was unconvinced. Takumi noticed and gave in with a sigh, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold it in forever anyway.

"I get like this every time I'm close to you. I love being near you. I love spending time with you. I love listening to you talk about the things that you're interested in. I love seeing your eyes light up when you're happy. I love you, (Y/N)." Takumi poured out the rest of his feelings for her, confessing everything that's built up over the last couple of years. When he finished, he felt lighter, like the weight of his emotions disappeared from his shoulders. And he felt so much better when (Y/N) returned his feelings.

Takumi brought a hand to her cheek and slowly leaned towards her, shortening the gap until their lips ghosted over each other. When (Y/N) didn't pull away, Takumi closed the space between them, pressing his lips onto her soft ones. Their lips molded together perfectly in the slow, loving kiss. His hand moved to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in the soft strands of her hair.

(Y/N) copied his movements, taking note of how soft and silky his brown hair was. She scooted forward until their hips touched. A moan slipped past Takumi's lips and he froze, his cheeks and ears turning red. She smiled into the kiss and lightly grinded against him. Takumi whined and slightly tightened his hold on (Y/N)'s hair.

It didn't take long at all to feel his arousal rub against her. They pulled away for air and Takumi lightly traced (Y/N)'s jawline with his thumb, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along it. When he reached the end of her jaw, he continued down her neck, his kisses remain light and sweet. (Y/N) hummed and turned her head to the side, giving him more room. "Takumi..." she sighed when he kissed her sweet spot.

He focused on the sensitive skin, occasionally nipping at it until a small reddish-purple mark coloured her skin and she moaned his name quietly. The brunette slipped his hands under her shirt, the coolness of his fingers mixing with the warmth of her body sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled away from her neck, satisfied with his work and they locked eyes. "Can I...?" he lightly tugged on the hem of her shirt, waiting for her approval.

(Y/N) nodded and Takumi wasted no time in taking off her shirt. He trailed his fingers down her sides softly, memorizing all of her curves. He reached the waistline of her pants and looked back up at her, asking for approval once more. She gave him the okay and he undid the button and zipper, pulling them down. (Y/N) took them off the rest of the way, leaving herself in her underwear.

"Your turn." She said with a small smile as her cheeks turned pink. Takumi gladly let her take off his shirt, revealing his thin, but lean form. He had small traces of muscle definitions, more so on his arms than his chest and stomach. It must be from lifting all the crates of tofu and having a firm grip on the steering wheel when racing across Akina. Takumi may not be on the muscular side of things compared to the guys in the RedSuns or NightKids, but he was perfect just the way he was. His body size went well with his baby face, doe eyes, and poofy hair. This is what made Takumi, Takumi.

Just as the brunette did to her, she most definitely couldn't help but feel up his entire upper half. His arms had nice, smooth curves of muscle, his broad chest and shoulders were relaxed yet sturdy, and his stomach had a few lines that outlined the start of abs. His v-line started at his lower abdomen and disappeared past his pants' waistline. It was actually quite defined and noticeable, most likely due to the fact that his skinny frame had his hip bones showing a bit.

(Y/N)'s fingers reached the waistband on his sweatpants and Takumi lifted his hips just enough for her to slide them down to his ankles. He kicked them off and they landed in the small pile of their clothes on the floor, leaving him in his boxers. Takumi wrapped his arms around her sides and pushed her backwards until she was lying on the bed, her head resting on the soft pillow.

His hand found the clips of her bra and unclipped them, gently sliding it off of her. (Y/N) shyly covered her chest, her cheeks turning dark red as she avoided eye contact. Takumi gave her a loving kiss before reassuring her. "You're beautiful, (Y/N). Inside and out, I love every part of you. Don't be shy, okay?" he placed another soft kiss on her lips then her cheek.

"It's just... I've never done this before." She said as her blush worsened. Takumi smiled, "Neither have I. I'll be gentle, let me know if I hurt you, alright?" (Y/N) nodded and he continued where he left off. His hands lightly pulled her arms away from her chest and continued south to her hips. His soft lips left a trail of small kisses down her body, each one sending a small shiver down her spine. He kissed the valley between her breasts and continued downwards.

He could test the waters there another time. They were both new with this experience and Takumi thought it would be best to keep it sweet and simple the first time around. When they were more comfortable with each other and got the few initial rounds under way, he was sure that both of them would like to be more experimental.

Takumi's fingers reached the hem of her underwear and hooked them under the soft fabric. He looked to her for approval and she replied with a soft, "Mhmm". The brunette slid them off and took his boxers off after. He groaned lightly when the pressure pressing on his member finally went away.

(Y/N) checked out Takumi's body but hesitated when her gaze was at his hips. She finally looked lower, her face and ears heating up as they turned tomato red. Well... at least he isn't too big. But he's definitely not small either. She was pulled from her thoughts when Takumi's voice reached her ears.

"Are you okay? Did you want to stop?" he asked, noticing the unsure expression on her face.

"N-no, I'm ready. I just don't know how much this is going to hurt, you know?" she smiled more nervously than awkward. Takumi nodded, reminding her that he would be gentle to help ease her tension.

He lined himself up at her entrance, giving her a quick, loving kiss before slowly pushing in. As soon as he felt her tense up and whine, he stopped moving, giving her time to adjust. When she relaxed, he continued pushing in, stopping when needed and repeating the process until he was fully sheathed inside of her.

He leaned down, balancing his top half with his arms on the bed as he kissed (Y/N) sweetly and passionately. She easily returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and tangling one hand in his soft coffee coloured hair. Takumi started his thrusts off at a slow pace until any pain she had was gone.

They pulled away for air and (Y/N) lightly moaned his name. He thrust in a bit deeper and it earned him another. He kept his pace slow and passionate and wasn't rough by any means, as if he was afraid his love would break underneath him.

Takumi left soft kisses on her ear, neck, and once more on her lips before pushing himself back up to hold her hand with one of his, and balance on the other. (Y/N) brought her free hand from his hair to his chest and trail it down to his stomach and back up again. He really does have a nice build to him; lean, but muscular and not overly defined. He truly is a work of art.

His disheveled hair made him both cute and sexy, depending on the situation, of course. His dark chocolate eyes were lightly glazed over with love and lust. Takumi could give nearly the same description about (Y/N). Her hair was cascaded gently over the pillow, her (E/C) eyes were clouded over, the same as his. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with a blush and her lips were red from their kisses. She looked like a goddess in Takumi's eyes and he loved everything about her.

They both were nearing their release and Takumi's pace went up a notch. He groaned lowly while (Y/N) moaned loudly when he thrust deeply, hitting that perfect spot. He continued hitting it just right until she finally went over the edge, nearly screaming his name as she came.

"Takumi!"

"(Y/N)!" He moaned and quickly pulled out before coming onto her stomach. He rolled over onto his back and sighed. The couple laid on the bed, catching their breath. Takumi got up a minute later, putting his boxers back on and leaving the room. (Y/N) put on her bra and underwear, Takumi walking back in a few seconds after. He handed her a towel with a beet red face and looked at something else in the room.

She giggled, "Thanks", and took it, cleaning herself off. He sat down next to her, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"I, uh... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, of course not. You were rather amazing, to be honest." She blushed and smiled at him.

"Heh, thanks. Could I ask you something?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Yeah, of course." She nodded, turning to look at him curiously. The brunette hesitated for a second, gathering his thoughts before taking her hands in his.

"(Y/N), will you go out with me?" his eyes held a glimmer of hope as he gazed into her own, searching for an answer. She immediately smiled and tackled him into a bear hug.

"Yes, I'd love to!"

"Perfect..." Takumi whispered, feeling like he was dreaming. He hugged her back tightly and they lied on the bed, cuddled up to each other, and falling asleep in each other's arms.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you more, Takumi."

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Masterlist: Takumi Fujiwara

Links to all stories relating to Takumi Fujiwara from Initial D.

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Be My Babe | Smut |

Forever Young | Smut |

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

Initial D Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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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Shingo Shoji - Saturday Night Fever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Keisuke Takahashi - Forever Love Me

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader • Word Count: 2,523. • Synopsis: In which the small wreck on Keisuke's FD turns him into an emotional disaster, his brother hits a soft spot, and Keisuke's first instinct is to run home and into the arms of his loving girlfriend and for a future plan to be made.

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He was doing a practice run, along with Takumi, down Tsuchisaka pass. Project D was in the Saitama region as it was their next location to conquer. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan.

Until Keisuke drove over a large amount of oil, losing control, and slamming his front left wheel into a guardrail. To say he was beyond pissed was an understatement. He was upset and on the verge of tears, but his anger kept them from making their way out.

He knew those Lan Evo assholes did it, and he was planning to make them pay. You don't wreck Keisuke Takahashi's car and get away with it. He sat curled up with his knees under his chin just to the side of his FD. He had to wait for the rest of the team to show up. Takumi found him standing in the middle of the road during his run, stopping just before him only to see the oil on the road, being lit up by his headlights.

After a short interaction with the livid blonde, Fujiwara drove back down to the bottom of the pass where he informed Ryosuke. The Project immediately drove to the scene and the older Takahashi assessed the situation, calm as ever.

It aggravated Keisuke. How could his brother be so calm and act like he doesn't care when his precious car is wrecked? He would be just as pissed if someone fucked up his FC.

"How can you act like this doesn't matter, aniki? Those bastards fucked up my car, they deserve to get their asses beat for it!"

"I understand you're angry Keisuke, but we can get it fixed. It won't be a problem when the repairs are finished."

"That isn't the point, Ryosuke! They did it on purpose to get me out of the picture. Make them pay for what they did! My FD is a mess cause of those assholes!"

"I know it is, I can see your car, Keisuke!" Ryosuke yelled back, surprising everyone. The blonde has never heard his brother raise his voice before. "Either you calm down now and get over it, or you'll get to see that FD of yours in a scrapyard where it'll never get fixed. Understand me?"

Keisuke tensed and stood silently for a moment before letting out a quiet, shaky breath. Quickly walking towards his car, a few small tears fell down his cheeks and it escalated once he was driving down the pass and away from everyone else.

He didn't care what they thought about him in that moment, he just wanted to go home. He wanted to hide under his blanket in the comfort of his own room and the loving touch of his girlfriend. He really hoped she'd be home from work by the time he got to the house.

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"(Y/N)!" Keisuke called out shakily as soon as he shut the door to the mansion. As he climbed the stairs, he heard a door open and footsteps quickly make their way to his location.

"Keisuke?" he heard her voice ring out worriedly. They almost ran into each other at the corner of the hallway and he enveloped her in a tight hug. He picked her up and carried her to his room silently, not answering her questions.

Once they both were on his bed, he covered them with the blanket up to their necks and pulled her close. Inhaling her scent then sighing a few seconds after, he replied, "Shitty day."

(Y/N) nodded lightly in acknowledgement, knowing he wouldn't want to talk about it right away. She wrapped her arm and leg over his side and gently weaved her fingers in soft, silky blonde locks. He sighed happily, relaxing even further into her soft touch. She pressed soft kisses in his hair, continuing to thread her fingers through it.

Keisuke nearly fell asleep several times but kept himself awake so he could feel her gentle touches. Her hands were so magical, he nearly forgot about today's earlier incident. He nuzzled his face further into the crevice of her neck, lightly inhaling her scent before letting out a calm sigh. Her fingers ran through his blonde strands repeatedly in a gentle manner.

"Some assholes made me wreck my car." He mumbled into her neck.

"What? Why?" she asked worriedly.

"Didn't want me to race and wanted me out of the picture. Figured I'd be harder to beat than Fujiwara, probably. They poured oil on the road while we were practicing and I spun out. Fucked up my front wheel. Drove her home just fine though." Keisuke elaborated in a depressed tone.

"Does your brother know? He'll have it fixed right away, I'm sure."

"Yeah, he knows and doesn't seem like he gives a shit. Too calm about the whole thing and it pisses me off. Acted like it wasn't a big deal and let the assholes get away with it. Then he yelled at me saying he was going to have it scrapped if I didn't calm down. You and I both know he'd be just as pissed if it was his car." His arms hugged her tighter as his sentence ended.

They cuddled in silence, Keisuke falling asleep rather quickly when (Y/N) lightly massaged his back with one hand while the other was still in his hair. It was about an hour and a half later when she heard the front door open and shut downstairs. Ryosuke was home. She wanted to tell him off a bit for the incident but didn't know how to word it. Guess I'll ask him about it first and see what he says. Slowly moving Keisuke's sleeping form off her chest and onto the bed, she quietly left his room, heading downstairs.

"Hey, Ryosuke." She greeted.

"Evening, (Y/N). I assume Keisuke is here, too?" he asked, while making tea.

"Yeah, came home a couple hours ago. He was torn up about his car." She answered neutrally. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, she kept an even tone. She wanted to know both sides of the story before scolding someone. "What happened, exactly?"

"Fujiwara was the one who told me that Keisuke lost control after running over oil, resulting in his wheel and suspension being damaged. When I and the rest of the team got there, I assessed what happened. He wouldn't stop bringing up his car and saying our opponents needed to pay for it."

"And?" she pressed, knowing he wasn't explaining everything.

"And I told him if he didn't calm down and let it go, I'd have his car sent to a scrapyard. I didn't mean it in actuality, I just wanted him to pull it together." The older Takahashi said honestly, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of the tea.

"Ryosuke, you know that fucked him up even more, right? He came home crying. Looked like he had been the whole drive here. I know you both weren't taking shit in that moment, but you know how much that FD means to him, you shouldn't have gone that far." (Y/N) spoke in a reasoning yet scolding voice. "That car is his pride and joy, he puts his entire life into that thing. You'd feel the same way if it was your FC. You might handle it better on the outside, but you'd be just as pissed and emotional on the inside. You're just better at hiding emotions than he is."

They stood silently in the kitchen for a minute, letting the words sink in. What they didn't know is that Keisuke was listening to everything from the top of the staircase. He was grateful his girlfriend always had his back and had more nerve than himself to tell his brother off when he deserved it.

"I'm not trying to tell you how to scold or punish your brother for things. You know him far better than I do, and probably always will. But I'm not going to sit there and watch him cry without saying something. I don't care if you're his brother or not, I'd still-"

"You're right." Ryosuke said quietly. "He's already putting in everything he's got. Everytime at every race. It's probably stressed him out and the incident to his car threw him over the edge. He's done more than enough for this project and has exceeded every expectation I've given him. I'm sorry." He bowed his head in sincere apology.

"It's nice hearing how far he's come since he started, I'm proud of him, he improves every night, gets one step closer to his dream. But, I'm not the one you should be saying that to." (Y/N) said with a small smile. "He looks up to you more than anyone, he deserves to hear that from you personally." She pushed herself off from her leaning position on the counter, quietly leaving the kitchen. She climbed the stairs so quietly, Keisuke didn't hear her coming and jumped when she turned the corner, scaring her in the process.

"God, Kei. What are you doing up?"

"I felt you leave and got up to follow you, but then heard you talking to aniki. Well, I uh, heard everything, actually." He wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping his head onto her shoulder and hugging her tightly. "Thank you," he whispered.

"Aww, of course baby. Gotta protect my man at all costs." She kissed his ear and ruffled his hair, earning a child-like giggle from him. This boy is so precious, she thought with a loving smile. "I think your brother wants to talk to you, I'll wait for you in bed, okay?" Keisuke nodded, smiling when (Y/N) gave him a quick forehead kiss before going in his room.

I'm gonna marry her one day. Maybe after Project D is over.

The blonde made his way to the common room, seeing Ryosuke standing near the couch, seemingly waiting for him.

"Aniki." Keisuke got his attention.

"Keisuke. I want to apologize for today. I have no intention of having your car scrapped. I've called Matsumoto to have a garage spaced cleared to fix it right away. But, more importantly, I shouldn't have said any of that to begin with, and didn't take into consideration the stress this project, and most likely I, put on you during all of this. You've done more than I could ask for and you exceed every expectation I have of you. You've come a long way and you'll only go farther by the time this project is finished. I'm more than proud of you, Keisuke, and I'm sorry for my poor choice in handling today's situation." Ryosuke bowed his head, the same as he did for (Y/N).

Keisuke moved to hug his brother tightly. "Thank you, aniki." When he pulled away, the blonde asked, "Say, how long until the project is over, do you think? If everything goes according to plan, I mean."

"Hmm. Roughly two months give or take. Why do you ask?" The older Takahashi raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Oh, uh. I just had a small idea about something, hypothetical right now." The blonde scratched the back of his head, looking at everything but Ryosuke as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"May I ask what that is?" Ryosuke now had a small smile on his lips. "You seem quite enamoured by it."

"Yeah, uh well," Keisuke stammered several times before taking a deep breath and finally pulling a sentence together, "If you still had Kaori... and wanted to propose to her after this project... how would you do it?"

Ryosuke's eyes widened a bit, both his eyebrows raised up now. He stood in thought for a moment before replying, "I'd do it when you feel it's the right time and how you feel it should be done. Whether it's right after the final race, on a vacation, or elsewhere. I don't believe there's any real way to fully prepare for something like that. It'll probably happen when even you least expect it, no matter how far you plan ahead. I think a surprise like that is what makes it the most memorable."

"Heh, yeah I suppose it does." The blonde smiled lightly, looking out the balcony door.

"She's a one-of-a-kind, Keisuke. She'd go through Hell and back for you; don't lose her."

"I have no intention of letting her go. Quite the opposite, actually." His sapphire eyes glimmered as he grinned at his brother.

"Good. I'd need to have a talk with you if you thought otherwise." Ryosuke teased.

Keisuke gave his brother another hug before they bid each other good night, going up stairs and separating to retreat back to their rooms. When the blonde entered his, he was greeted with the sight of his girlfriend reading a manga in only his shirt that was twice her size. She looked up from the book, smiling at him. She pat the empty side of the bed for him to join her, except he immediately crawled between her legs and rested his head on her thigh.

"Hey sexy." He grinned childishly.

"What do you think you're doing, mister?" (Y/N) wore a playful smirk.

"Reveling in peak comfort."

"When do I get my turn to lay on your thighs? Maybe they're comfortable too." She teasingly complained.

"Never."

"Aww, why not?"

"Too busy laying on yours." He nuzzled his face further into the soft flesh of her thigh. They both giggled as she ruffled his hair. "Hey, babe?" Keisuke asked after a minute.

"Yeah?"

"Would you want to go on a trip after Project D is finished? Y'know like a little vacation or something. Just the two of us." He glanced up her.

"I'd love that, sounds fun! Where do you want to go?"

"Actually, I was hoping you'd tell me that."

"Well, I've kind of wanted to see what Okinawa is like. One of the islands has a big city but it's also right next to the coastline so we could go to the beach too." She spoke animatedly as she played with the soft strands of Keisuke's hair.

"Is it accessible by car?"

"Wha-? Kei, no, it's one of the southern most islands, you'd have to take a plane or boat." She laughed.

"Damn." He pouted.

"You'd be done with the project for not even five minutes and want to drive for the whole trip. You'd think you'd want a break from all that driving."

"Nah, I'm never getting tired of it. But I suppose I could give the FD a break too, huh?"

"A well-deserved one at that. That car has carried your ass more than you can carry your own." She snorted.

"Hey!" The blonde shot up in a push-up like position and glared.

"Love youuuu!" she sang.

She was such a smart ass, but that's one of the things he loved about her. He couldn't wait to marry his girl. "Alright, then. As soon as Project D is over, it's just us." He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Just us." She affirmed with a soft smile, their lips meeting again for a slow, passionate kiss.

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Bunta Fujiwara - Wait For You

• Bunta Fujiwara x Reader • Word Count: 4,614. • Synopsis: In which Bunta recalls the memories he had with (Y/N) and their life together as their son goes out for the daily delivery, only to be greatly surprised a few months later.

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Bunta had just sent Takumi out for his deliveries, "Don't spill it." Bunta said as he handed his kid the cup.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I won't." Takumi replied, taking it, and putting in the holder. After he pulled out of the small driveway and headed out, Bunta let out a small 'hmph' and walked inside the house.

"Stubborn kid. He's just like his mother," he sighed and sat down at his usual spot next to the kotatsu. "looks just like her, too." He lit a cigarette, taking a drag from it. He remembers everything about her; from the day they met, to the day he lost her.

I remember the day we met. Your car broke down and I pulled over to help 'ya. You said that you somehow blew the engine, when really, your battery just died. He chuckled to himself. The look on her face when she realized made it all the better.

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"Your car not playing nice with 'ya?" He walked up to a girl that seemed to be having trouble with her car. She looked up from the engine and towards him.

"Uh, heh, yeah kind of." She smiled shyly and moved so he could take a look. "I uh, I think I might have blown the engine somehow. I don't know where or how. My dad is gonna kill me if I broke his car."

He laughed and shook his head. "The engine is fine, the battery's just dead, that's all." He leaned up and looked at her, only to be more amused by her expression. It was one that said, you're kidding, right?

"That's it? Nothing major, no bad parts, no replacements of any kind?" she asked quickly.

"Nope, just need to jump the battery. Hold on a minute." He moved his car around to face hers and worked on jumping the battery. It took two tries of turning the car on for the battery to kickstart, the car coming back to life and a relieved smile made its way onto the girl's face.

"Thank you so much! I'm not great with cars, as you can tell." He chuckled, causing her to blush as she shyly rubbed her neck. "Oh! I'm (Y/N) (L/N)!" She held her hand out with a sweet smile.

"Bunta Fujiwara." He said as they shook hands.

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He wore a small smile as he looked down, tapping the cigarette against the ash tray, the burnt remnants falling into it. You were always happy about somethin'.

He took another drag of his cigarette, her smile never leaving his mind. How could he forget it? She always had one and it had been engraved into his mind. As well as her eyes. They always sparkled and he almost believed that she could smile with them, with how bright they were.

I remember our first date. You said you wanted to stand on top of a mountain and see an entire city below it. So that's where I took you; to Akina. You said you wanted to live here one day as you looked down at the city, that beautiful smile on your face. I wanted to make that happen.

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"It's gorgeous up here!" She said happily as she took in the view of Shibukawa. The city looked so much smaller from a mountain top. "Everything is so small, it's amazing." Bunta was leaning against the 8-6, watching her with a small smile. He'd rather look at her than the view. Hell, she is the view. "It'd be nice to live here one day, don't you think?" She looked to Bunta and he nodded.

"It sure would. A lot quieter here compared to that loud ass city." (Y/N) giggled at his words. He always added an opinion on something that had a sweet or romantic meaning to it. He's such a softy on the inside whether he wants to try and hide it or not.

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That laugh of hers never faded from his mind either. It was just as prominent as the rest of her features to the small, cute quirks she had. You always had a habit of twitching your nose when you were concentrated on something; cooking or reading, it doesn't matter what you were doing. He chuckled lightly once again, and the memories flooded back in.

The door to the house opened and closed gently a few minutes later. "I'm home, dad." Takumi spoke with a tired voice.

"How'd it go?" Bunta asked then took a drag of the cigarette.

"Like usual. No, I didn't spill the water." He looked over at his son at the right time to see his nose twitch a little; he was focused on taking his shoes off. Bunta hummed a bit in both acknowledgement at Takumi's words and to himself at seeing the familiar quirk. "I'm going to bed, I got school in a few hours." Takumi said lightly as he walked upstairs to his room, knowing his dad was listening.

He's the spitting image of his mother. He smiled lightly, blowing out the cigarette smoke. His thoughts trailed back to her; they had just moved into an apartment after a year of dating. It was still in Tokyo since they didn't have enough money to move to a different prefecture, but she loved the new place.

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"This is so cool!" (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile as she scampered up the stairs, looking at the rest of the place. It wasn't huge, but for an apartment it was spacious, especially when it's your own.

She's gonna make me bring in all the boxes, isn't she? Bunta thought as he set one down. As if on cue, he heard small footsteps scurry back down the stairs as she appeared around the corner.

"I can't wait to unpack everything, decorating is gonna be so fun!" She ran outside and grabbed some boxes, setting them down inside and back out she went. She brought them in faster than Bunta.

"Maybe I spoke too soon, huh?" he said to himself as he watched her bring the last few in, a huge smile on her face.

"At least the moving guys brought in the heavy stuff, like the bed and tables." She said as she set the last box down.

"Y'know, I think with your newfound enthusiasm, you'd be able to bring 'em in just fine on your own." He smirked.

"Ha, ha. You're funny."

They had everything unpacked and set up fairly quickly. The apartment went from empty to perfect in no time. (Y/N) walked around, admiring her work as Bunta sat at the kotatsu enjoying a can of cold beer. "I think I did pretty good." She stood in the living room proudly with her hands on her hips.

"Sure did, love." He said and (Y/N) grinned childishly. He could see the two of them living like this for years and he was going to love every minute of it.

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Bunta looked around the room, noting that there were hardly any decorations at all. He could imagine (Y/N) wanting to have some words with him about his poor taste and lack of decorations and then proceed to fill the room with new ones. He smiled, knowing that's exactly what would happen.

Some hours passed, the sun started rising and the sounds of Takumi shuffling around his room could faintly be heard. He came down a few minutes later after finishing his morning routine to see his dad sitting in the same spot as always. Except now he was turned towards the wall that the TV sat in front of and was reading the newspaper. Did his old man ever sleep?

"I'm heading to school and work after. I'll see you later." Takumi said after he put on his shoes.

"Be good, kid." Takumi hummed tiredly and replied with, "Yeah, I will" as he walked out the door. Bunta decided it was time to start prepping the tofu and open the shop soon as he stood up.

(Y/N) wanted to own a shop like this when they moved into their apartment. She loved the idea of it being a little family business when she found out she was pregnant with Takumi. It had been on their fourth anniversary of dating when she told him the news.

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"Say, Bunta?" (Y/N) started. "What if we turned the first floor into a tofu shop? It could be a little family business." She sat across from him and waited for a reaction. She watched one of his eyebrows raise in question.

"It would just be us, but you're saying it like there's more." His expression changed to a more suspicious one.

"There may be a small addition sometime within the year." She had a small smile and looked at him expectantly.

Does she mean...? He looked at her stomach then back to her eyes quickly. She placed small pictures on the kotatsu and slid them over to him. Bunta looked through them, his smile growing with each one. "I told them not to say anything about the gender until it's born, so it'll be a surprise." She grinned.

Bunta never thought his life would have gotten better than it was until that day. Sure, they were still a bit young, only twenty-four, but he couldn't have asked for anything else. They got married a few weeks later. It wasn't huge or extravagant, but it had everything they wanted. She was a month along when she told him about the pregnancy, but eight months and lots of strange cravings later, Takumi came into the world. Bunta was clearly happy it was a boy, and (Y/N) had a knowing expression that he was going to get their son into cars one day. For the next year, life couldn't have been any better for them.

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Until the day I lost you. He blew out a long trail of smoke.

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It had been just any other day. She went out to do a few errands and she'd be back in a couple hours while Bunta stayed home to watch Takumi. But when two hours' worth of errands turned into being out all day, he felt something was wrong. The TV had been playing with the news on at the time as background noise, but when the reporters spoke of a large, dangerous gang in the area, kidnapping people in broad daylight, he knew. They took anyone, not just women.

And he knew (Y/N) was one of them.

With them being this close in the area, the first thing he thought of was getting out and protecting their son. So, that's what he did. Over the next couple of days, he packed every necessity him and Takumi would need, and put it all in the 8-6, filling the hatch and backseats. Since they had an apartment, he didn't need to worry about trying to sell the place. Little Takumi didn't understand what his dad was doing as he sat there, watching him. When Bunta picked him up, carried him to the car, and put him in the spot his mom always sat in as he was being buckled in, he was more confused.

"Mama?" He looked up at his dad, tilting his head. Bunta only sighed and spoke lightly.

"I know, kid. I know." He shut the passenger side door, and moved to the driver side, getting in, and starting the car. Bunta was slightly relieved that his son was still too young to know what was happening, but he knew he would have to tell the kid one day. Takumi didn't ask any questions after they started driving, but rather stared out the window, looking at the surroundings and being in a daydream like state.

Bunta drove to the only place he could think of that was far away from Tokyo, and what did (Y/N) call it? Peaceful. It should be better there. Takumi fell asleep a quarter of the way there and was out for the rest of the drive. Maybe the two of them could stay with his high school friend for a short time until he found a new place. Yuichi did move there after they graduated.

They arrived in Shibukawa a little over two hours later. Bunta stopped for gas and decided to call his friend in the meantime. Yuichi gladly let them stay for as long as they needed, which was only a couple weeks since Bunta was quick to find a place that was cheap, yet big enough and in good condition for him and Takumi. The house was in a small shop district that had many little home shops along it's street.

This is where (Y/N)'s dream of having a small family business came to be; at the very city she dreamt of living in. If only she were here to see it.

Bunta would call Yuichi and ask him to babysit Takumi quite often. He would drive all the way back to Tokyo multiple times a week for months to look for (Y/N). Just because she was taken, doesn't mean she couldn't get away. He had to look for her. He couldn't live with himself if he just up and left without coming back to try and find her. He'd look on different days, at different times, in case she did find a way out and was only seen at certain points.

He never saw her; no one else did either. He slowly convinced himself that she was gone forever, and his frequent returns to Tokyo lessened, until he didn't go back at all. Managing the shop and raising the one gift his wife gave him was what he needed to focus on.

Takumi was all he had left of her, and as he got older, Bunta could see how much his son resembled her.

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"...kumi."

"Takumi!"

Takumi jumped and looked at Itsuki. "What is it?"

Itsuki looked at him and sighed. "Of course, you weren't listening. Never mind." He turned around with crossed arms, being dramatic as usual. The boys laughed, not noticing a car pull in next to a pump.

"We got a customer, boys, hop to it!" Yuichi yelled from the front door. Takumi was the first one to respond, surprisingly. Itsuki and Iketani followed, working on wiping down the windows of the car. As Takumi walked to the driver side to ask what type of octane they wanted, a woman got out.

Why does she feel familiar? Takumi thought when he looked at her. "What kind of octane can I get you?" he asked.

"Oh, mid-grade please." She replied sweetly. Takumi nodded and got to work. She thanked Iketani and Itsuki for the windows to which they smiled and nodded before she turned back to Takumi. "Excuse me? Would you know where I can find a 'Fujiwara Tofu Shop?' I heard there was one here." She smiled hopefully. He raised his eyebrows in surprise for a moment.

"Yeah, it's over in a small shop district." He explained the directions to get there and wrote down the address for her as well. She thanked him and paid for the gas before leaving.

"What did she ask you for?" Iketani asked as Takumi walked back to the guys.

"She wanted to know where the tofu shop was." He shrugged. He quickly went back into his daydream phase, wondering why he felt like he knew her from somewhere, if only faintly.

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Matching the address on the paper to the one in front of her, she parked the car and got out, heading to the door. The bell gave a small chime when the door opened and closed. She looked to her left and saw him. Even with his back to her, she knew it was him. A small smile made its way to her face as her eyes got glassy with tears.

"Bunta." He stopped what he was doing, his thoughts running wild. He knows that voice. How long has it been since he last heard it?

He turned around and when their eyes met, he froze, his breath hitching slightly. "(Y/N)." She's alive? How? This can't be real. Her smile grew slightly, and the tears began falling slowly.

"H-hi." Her voice was barely a whisper now. She took small, light steps towards him until they were at arm's length.

Bunta lightly took hold of her arm, expecting his hand to go right through, but it didn't. He pulled her to him, bringing her into a desperate, and much needed hug. She returned it with a tight grip around his sides, while he had an arm around her and a hand in her hair.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." He whispered, almost to himself. He lightly kissed her forehead and they pulled away slowly after what felt like hours, and (Y/N) quickly wiped the remaining tears away.

She smiled up at him and spoke lightly. "How have you been doing?"

"As normal as things get, I suppose. This place has kept things solid since we moved here." He explained.

"What about Takumi? Is he okay? Is he still here?" Bunta smiled at her fast questions.

"Yeah, he's fine. He's almost done with high school, has friends and a job with them. He helps out here and does deliveries in the morning with the 8-6, taking the tofu to the hotels on Akina." (Y/N) gave him a certain smile.

"So, you got him into cars, didn't you?"

Bunta chuckled. "He didn't get into them until after he started street racing. But he does some have good skills driving Akina for the last five years. He's been improving with each race."

"You let him drive years before he even got his license, are you insane?!" she looked at him with disbelief and he scratched his cheek in a guilty manner.

"Well, the kid had deliveries, and it was a way to build up his technique."

"That doesn't mean you let him drive at thirteen years old, Bunta!" She sighed and shook her head. Just because men physically age, does not always mean that they mentally age. "It's been eighteen years. I missed so much with him." She said after a minute.

"It's not your fault, love; he'll understand." He spoke reassuringly.

"He knows I didn't leave you both, right? He knows what happened?" she wore a worried expression.

"He's asked a few times about you and why you weren't here, I never told him exactly what happened, figuring it wasn't the right time. He was still young then, and I always told him what happened was never your fault and to not be mad at you. As he got older the questions stopped, but he never held resentment towards it. He's not going to hate you, love." Bunta rubbed her head gently, messing up her hair a bit.

"He'll be home soon; we can tell him everything then." She nodded and followed him to the living room. She looked around, taking note of the lack of something.

"You need more decorations in here."

Bunta laughed and said, "I'll let you handle that", to which she nodded approvingly. He showed her the rest of the house, Takumi's room being the last. She took in every detail the room had, wanting to know about her son as much as possible before he arrives. She found a small picture in a frame on his desk. It was two boys with bright smiles, sitting in front of the 8-6.

She recognized both; they were at the gas station.

"Bunta... which one is he? I saw both at the gas station close by and talked to one when I asked for directions to get here." Her eyes started to water once again.

"The left one."

"I talked to my own son and didn't even know it was him." She gently sat on the edge of his bed, her hand lightly covering her mouth as she stared at the picture.

The bell of the front door chimed lightly, and a voice called out from downstairs. "Dad? I'm home." (Y/N) looked up at him and he gently motioned for her to follow him downstairs. Takumi had just finished taking his shoes off and turned around to find his dad standing to the side, and is that... the lady from the gas station? "Uh, dad?" he looked between them, confused.

"He's beautiful." Her voice wavered slightly as she looked at him, properly this time. This confused him even more. Bunta put a hand on his shoulder and spoke.

"That's (Y/N); she's your mother." Takumi's eyes widened and he looked back at her. She had a smile that wavered a bit, her shoulders shaking slightly, and eyes watery. "Don't just stand there kid, hug your mother." Bunta lightly pushed him towards her and Takumi quickly enveloped her in a tight hug, tears streaming down his face.

"Mom..." His voice cracked and was muffled a bit, his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent and it was comforting, relaxing... motherlike.

"Hi baby." She hugged back just as tight with one of her hands running through his hair. It was comforting for him; he felt like it was something he was missing for long, and now he has it. She pulled away just enough to cup his face with both hands. Wiping his tears, she gently rubbed her thumbs across his cheeks. "I missed out on so much with you, and now you're all grown up. I'm so sorry." Her voice was laced with sadness.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. You're here now, that's what matters." He smiled gently, showing her that he meant it.

Now was a good time to explain to Takumi what happened all those years ago, which Bunta and (Y/N) did. Bunta explained it all from his point of view and why he quickly moved them away from Tokyo. Once he finished, (Y/N) picked up the rest, explaining how she escaped the gang, but not unscathed. She was found in a coma and was kept in the hospital until she woke up and recovered years later. She had been lucky not to lose her memories, but the process of adapting to the present after many years and working towards being able to function properly again, took a lot of time.

It all paid off now that (Y/N) was reunited with her husband and son in the very place she's always wanted to be. They missed out on a lot as a family, but now they have the chance to make new memories. Together.

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"Takumi Fujiwara you need to slow the hell down right now!" (Y/N) held onto the door of the 8-6 as Takumi drifted around yet another corner at full speed. "You drive almost as bad as your father sometimes, you know that?!" Takumi simply chuckled as he sped up on a straight away.

"This is what delivering the tofu is like every morning, mom. This is how it's been for years." He drifted another corner.

"Your father taught you to drive like this?!" she stared at him; eyes wide with disbelief.

"Well, it was more like me teaching myself, and he always told me not to spill the water here otherwise the tofu gets damaged." He pointed to the paper cup.

"I'm having one hell of a talk with your father when we get home." He laughed.

"Maybe you should see how dad drives the car on Akina."

She hummed suspiciously at that sentence. "I'm not going to like it, am I?"

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"Bunta, why the hell would you make your son learn to drive a car like that on a mountain at thirteen years old?" he sat there reading the paper and smoking a cigarette like this was a normal conversation.

"Like I told you a while ago, we had deliveries to do and he had to learn the techniques without being told; it's more effective that way. Like I always say, "The 8-6 trains the driver.""

She looked at him unconvinced before replying. "Fine, take me for a ride on the mountain, then. I want to see the difference between you two." Takumi tried covering his chuckle as he sipped on some tea.

"If you insist, love." Bunta shut the newspaper and stood up, heading out to the car, (Y/N) following behind him.

They reached the start of Akina quickly and Bunta immediately sped up. She was more prepared since she had just been here with Takumi, but she doubted that preparation would last long. She handled the first few corners pretty well, but Bunta did drift them faster and closer to the guardrail than Takumi did.

"I feel like havin' a smoke." Bunta said absentmindedly as he took his hands off the wheel, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she saw he wasn't holding onto the wheel at all.

"Bunta."

He tapped the small box, a cigarette slowly making its way out.

"Bunta!"

He put the box back in his shirt pocket and lit the stick that hung from his lips. The 8-6 turned into the drift further, and (Y/N) didn't think her eyes could get any wider. Just as the rear end of the 8-6 was about to touch the guardrail, Bunta had his hands back on the wheel and turned it, straightening out onto the straightaway.

"God damn it, Fujiwara!" (Y/N) cursed and he laughed with mild amusement.

"See? You're fine. This old gal can hold her own." He patted the dashboard with a proud smile.

"Uh-huh. Sure."

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As time went on, (Y/N) and Takumi had bonded very quickly. They often went out to places together, getting to know each other more, and catching up on doing all the things together they couldn't before. Takumi never imagined he'd have this chance; to have a mom, spend so much time with her, feel the kind of love she gives, all of it. He's wanted it, needed it, for so long that he never knew what it was like to have a mother like her.

Sometimes she'd join him on his deliveries when she was feeling bold enough to ride in a fast moving, drifting car across a mountain pass. She got used to the insane driving over time and was truly impressed that her son learned this on his own, for the most part.

Takumi's life had brightened up greatly after meeting his mom, and loved how supportive and encouraging she is. She was proud and supportive of anything he did. When he'd win a race, she'd congratulate him with a hug and always sneak him a dessert when Bunta wasn't looking. He felt so close with her that it feels like she was never gone at all.

(Y/N) and Bunta had also caught up on lost time and having her around the shop all day was something he's waited so long to see. Owning this place with her here made it more fulfilling than it ever was before. She had also taken Bunta's word seriously and added in a lot more decorations around the house. Anytime he had one of his 'meetings' late at night, she would tag along (if she was still awake) with him and Yuichi at the little sushi restaurant they meet at.

They would go on small trips occasionally as well, and around the other mountain passes so she can have her mountain view. It made them feel like they were twenty again and going on their first date.

It was a miracle to have (Y/N) back, and he sure as hell wasn't going to waste a single minute with her.

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Keisuke Takahashi - Forever Love Me (Pt. 2)

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 3,031. • Synopsis: In which the newly engaged couple was about to go out for a vacation dinner only to change their plans and skip straight to dessert.

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"Kick his ass, babe!" (Y/N) yelled as Keisuke and his final opponent revved their car's engines as the countdown started. The blonde glanced at her for a split second with a grin before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him. If he wasn't putting in all he had before, he sure as hell was now. This was the final race of Project D and he wasn't about to lose. (Y/N) came along to be there for the finale, supporting Keisuke the whole way through and giving him one of her pep talks as his car was being prepped last minute.

He was more motivated than ever. Both cars peeled out before taking off for the uphill when the countdown finished. He took the lead and both cars disappeared behind the first corner, the sounds of their engines and tyres echoing through the pass as they climbed it.

Keisuke wasn't the superstitious type, but he had a small charm of a little yellow FD that (Y/N) found. He had it tied around his car key's keychain, the little RX-7 dangling and swinging gently as he turned tight corners. She thought it was the cutest thing, saying it would help him win the last race if he had it with him. How could he say no to her? She had that gorgeous smile and gleaming eyes.

As the race continued (Y/N) chatted with the rest of the team. "So, Ryosuke, if you had to give a percentage on the chance of Keisuke winning, what would it be?" she questioned.

"Well," he paused for a second, "Given the amount of practice he's had with this course, the skills he's improved on previous races and the upgrades to his FD..." The older Takahashi continued giving an info dump on the topic rather than an answer.

"I said percentage, Ryosuke, not essay." She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Roughly seventy percent." He finally answered.

"Plus thirty." She retorted.

"Taking into account the skill of his opponent and that this pass is his home course, that's why I say seventy. There is always the chance he could lose, but nowhere near as high a chance as last year when he raced Takumi for the first time. He's come that far along since then."

"Yeah, true. I still stand by my plus thirty though. That little charm I got him adds onto it you know." She grinned childishly.

"I wouldn't dare doubt you." Ryosuke wore a small smile.

"Damn right."

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Kenta stood at the top of the pass, waiting at the finish line to announce the winner. The sound of an engine growing louder by the second. "I can hear an engine, guys!" he radioed in, "Sounds like just one, though. Someone might've spun out." Everyone waited in suspension as Kenta watched the road waiting to see which car tore around the last corner and to victory.

"KEISUKE WON!" Kenta screamed through the radio, continuing to cheer and yell his name. The Project did the same at the foot of the mountain. Ryosuke lowered his head with a soft smile. Seems like she was right. She had no doubt in her mind. Nice work, Keisuke, I'm proud of you.

When the blonde returned to the bottom to take a break and get ready for the time attack run, (Y/N) nearly tackled him in a bear hug the instant he got out of the car. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms around his neck. Keisuke leaned against the side of his car, holding her up with his arms hooked under her butt. She kissed his forehead, cheek, then lips before praising him thoroughly. "I am so proud of you! My man is a badass!"

He wore a boyish grin, showing his teeth. "You want to come with me on the time attack? See how it's done?"

"Really?! Hell yeah!"

Once Fujiwara's race was finished, Keisuke helped (Y/N) with the bucket seat harnesses, earning him a peck on the cheek from her as he did it. He chuckled before moving to the driver's side and getting in, doing the same for himself. Once everyone was ready and Kenta gave the ok to start, timer in hand, Fumihiro started the countdown. When "go" was yelled through the radio, Kenta started the stop watch and Keisuke took off up the pass.

(Y/N) sat silently the whole way up, watching how concentrated her boyfriend was. It was always such an experience sitting shot gun with him and watching him speed up and down a pass like it was simple. The more focused he was, the more thrilling it got. She watched him quickly downshift several times before drifting around a tight corner in second gear, straightening out and accelerating again. It was rhythmic how he controlled his car. Shifting, turning, and braking like clockwork all at the right moments and making the most out of his speed.

"We're almost at the top." The blonde broke the silence.

"That was fast." She teased.

"Would you expect anything less of me?" Keisuke smirked, glancing at her.

"Not even in my dreams."

"Speaking of dreams," he started, "I want you to know that all of mine include you in it." His smirk turned into a soft, warm smile. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and a blush heated up her cheeks.

"A lot of them are far in the future, years from now, even. I couldn't tell you if we'd live in the same place or hang out with the same friends. But I can tell you I see at least one of my dreams happening pretty soon. If you'll let it." He turned a corner before meeting her eyes for a moment.

"What do you mean "if I let it"?" she questioned, somewhat confused.

"There's only one way it can happen." Keisuke turned the final corner, speeding past the finish line, before slowing down to a stop, ending his timed run. Unbuckling his harness, Keisuke pulled a tiny box out of his pocket, turning to her and opening it. "If you'll marry me?"

(Y/N) nodded quickly, exclaiming "Yes!" several times. With happy tears forming in her eyes, she undid the harness and leaned in towards Keisuke, meeting him halfway for a deep, passionate kiss.

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"Keisuke! C'mon, we're gonna be late!" (Y/N) yelled from downstairs. The blonde mumbled and shuffled around the corner of the hallway from his room.

"We have, like, six hours before we even need to be at the airport, babe." He whined.

"Yeah, but it's good to be early and make sure we get on, flights are stingy. You got your stuff?" She looked up at him from the bottom of the staircase.

"Yeah, yeah, let me get it." He said while yawning, shuffling back to his room. (Y/N) and Ryosuke chuckled at the blonde's tired self.

"He stays up all night racing but can't get up at six in the morning for a plane ride. He's strange." She said playfully.

"That's Keisuke for you. If it doesn't involve racing or watching one at the odd hours of night, he won't get up." Ryosuke spoke while slipping on his shoes, car keys in hand. Not a moment later, the blonde scampered down the stairs, two duffel bags in hand.

"'Kay, ready. Man, I need a coffee." He yawned again. "How far is the airport again?"

"About two and a half hours." Ryosuke replied.

"What?!"

"It's in Narita, Keisuke, it's east of Tokyo. I couldn't find a flight leaving from Haneda, which is in Tokyo, so we had to go with Narita. It's pretty much all highway driving so it shouldn't be too bad." (Y/N) explained, "Ryosuke is driving, so you can wake up on the way. Thanks again, Ryo." She smiled gratefully to the older Takahashi.

"Of course. We can stop for coffee before we get on the highway."

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Two and a half hours later, the three reached the airport, thanking Ryosuke for the ride and grabbing their bags before parting ways. "There isn't an airport in Gunma anywhere?" Keisuke suddenly asked.

"Nope. The biggest ones are Haneda and this one. And the one we're landing at on the island." The blonde whined at her words, following behind her as she leaded. He had never been to an airport before so he was trailing her like a lost puppy and looking around at all the small shops and food places. Their gate, being on the other side of the building, ended up being a fifteen-minute walk. Keisuke went to get another coffee after finding an open seat near their gate.

"They had a big latte, here." He handed her the warm cup before sitting next to her and dropping his head on her shoulder. She thanked him, taking a sip. (Y/N) was reading a manga that Keisuke read along with her, taking occasional sips of his drink until it was time to board and their names were called.

"My car is smaller than this and still more comfortable." Keisuke pouted, resulting in a small laugh from (Y/N). They were only seated for five minutes and the blonde wasn't happy. "Another reason why I wanted to drive there."

"You can't drive your car over the ocean, Kei, the FD isn't God. And you most definitely can't turn gasoline into wine, so that's not happening."

"Wanna bet?"

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. This man is a class all to himself.

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About two hours later, the couple landed in Okinawa. The minute they got off the plane and out of the gate, Keisuke stretched his legs, popping the joints. "Man, planes suck. My legs have been murdered."

"Aww, your giraffe legs will be fine. C'mon, we've got a hotel to check into." Taking his bigger hand in hers, she led themselves out of the much smaller airport and into a taxi that drove them to the hotel. The hotel had traditional architecture that was beautiful and was only a few minutes from the beach.

"So, what do you want to do first?" (Y/N) asked curiously as she unpacked a change of clothes and a hairbrush.

"You." Keisuke replied smugly, giving a signature smirk from his reclined position on the bed. She gave him a sarcastic smile followed by an eyeroll.

"Anything besides me?"

"No."

"Alrighty, looks like I'm taking myself out on a dinner date. Me, myself, and I could use a little girl time." She winked teasingly before going into the bathroom to change.

"Hell no! I'm not missing the chance to see you all dressed up." He got up and off the bed, rummaging through his bags for a better change of clothes as well.

"Your clothes alone are more than my net worth." (Y/N) said jokingly when she emerged from the bathroom, seeing him changed as well.

"Your worth more than that, love," the blonde wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, "and you will be even more after the wedding." He whispered, gently nipping at her ear. A small shiver ran through her as she blushed.

"You say that like you're my sugar daddy." She giggled.

"Maybe I am." He kissed her neck.

"If that's the case, at least I landed a sexy one." She gazed up at him, the back of her head leaning on his chest. He leaned down slightly, capturing her lips with his. (Y/N) turned around for a more comfortable angle. Keisuke hummed lowly, snaking his tongue past her lips and fighting for dominance.

He won quickly, sliding his hands from her waist to the underneath of her thighs, lifting her up. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, Keisuke moved to the bed. Lying her back on the soft mattress, he hovered over her, moving from her lips to the side of her neck. Sucking and biting on her soft skin, he left his mark on her several times, earning the delicious sound of her moaning his name.

"How about we skip dinner and go straight to dessert?" he whispered huskily in her ear. As a shiver shot down her spine, she could only nod, unable to formulate words. "That's my good girl."

He trailed kisses down her neck and chest. Keisuke's hands gripped her thighs harder, his nails leaving crescent marks on her skin. With her shirt now being in his way, the blonde quickly removed it, undoing her bra and slipping it off as well. Her breath hitched when he nipped at the inside of her cleavage before latching onto her breast.

(Y/N) moved one of her hands to tangle into Keisuke's hair, occasionally tugging on the soft strands. She bit her bottom lip, holding in another moan when he switched to her other breast, sliding her skirt and underwear down at the same time. Hooking his hands underneath her thighs once more, he pulled her closer to him, his arousal brushing against hers.

She blushed darkly when he grinded against her. (Y/N) tugged on his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He pulled away from her chest, removing it and dropping it on the floor next to him. His forearm muscles flexed as he undid his belt and pants, also dropping them to the ground once undone.

"Needy girl, aren't you?" he said roughly, lowering himself to her thighs and leaving more dark marks. Moaning his name only urged him on, his lips leaving rough kisses. Once he was satisfied with the numerous hickey's he left behind, Keisuke stood back up and slid off his boxers. He sighed lightly, no longer being confined by the pressure.

(Y/N)'s wrists were immediately bound together by one of Keisuke's hands, holding them over her head. "Ready gorgeous?" he put on his signature smirk, his eyes meeting her for a response.

"C'mon, Keisuke, I've been ready." She squirmed her hips, trying to create friction. Wasting no time, his free hand took a firm hold on her hip, holding her still. Parting her legs with his, he pushed himself in. (Y/N) was never fully able to get used to his size and mentally thanked him as he stayed still until she relaxed. When she wiggled her hips lightly to test the pain, giving a pleased sigh in response, Keisuke took that as his cue. Snapping his hips roughly, he easily reached a spot in her that had her mewling his name.

His grip on her wrists and hip tightened as he set a quick, rough pace. (Y/N) wrapped a leg around his waist, hoping it would allow him to go deeper. Letting go of her wrists, he moved his hand to the bed to hold himself up as he leaned over her. Crashing his lips onto hers, he gave rough kisses, occasionally biting her bottom lip.

Her moans and whines were muffled, her fingers tangled Keisuke's hair as they made out. When he gave a sharp thrust, she roughly pulled on his hair making him give a low, guttural growl. She almost came on the spot from that. When she felt his thrusts becoming sloppy, she lightly pushed on one of his shoulders, telling him to lay on the bed.

"And why would I do that?" his deep voice said between ragged breaths, "I've got you right where I want you."

"Just do it, Takahashi." She said with a hoarse voice. Her sudden commanding tone sent blissful waves through the blonde, who ended up doing as she said. Within a minute, he pulled out and was pushed onto back, landing on the soft bed; (Y/N) turning over and straddling him. Getting the idea of what she wanted, Keisuke once again took hold of her hips, slamming her down onto him as he snapped his hips up to meet hers.

Her nails dug into his biceps as she lowly moaned his name at the sensation. Keisuke watched her with glazed over eyes, reveling in the sight before him. With each time she came down, he thrust up to meet her, making the pleasurable feeling double. Sliding his hands down to her thighs, Keisuke gripped the soft flesh and leaned his head back with closed eyes and short, deep moans.

"Babe, f-fuck!" His moans and whimpers became shaky right before he came. He gave a few more thrusts until (Y/N) came as well, groaning his name. She let herself collapse on top of him, head resting on his shoulder as the couple breathed heavily. She felt Keisuke's arm drape over her back, his hand gently squeezing her side.

"You owe me two dinners now, Takahashi." (Y/N) mumbled tiredly, breaking the silence.

"Don't worry gorgeous, your sugar daddy's got you." He lightly teased.

"Mhmm. He better." She lifted herself off of him and the bed to put on one of his large shirts. Keisuke did the same, except he only put on loose sweatpants before falling back onto the bed. When she was in arm's length he pulled (Y/N) next to him, cuddling again, this time more comfortable and under the covers. She nuzzled her face into the blonde's neck and he wrapped his muscular arms around her protectively.

Keisuke kissed the top of her head while gently rubbing circles into her sides with his thumbs. "Hey, babe?"

"Hmm?" her voice was muffled.

"I was wonderin'... can we have the FD around during the wedding? Like in the background when pictures are taken, then have a group of pictures of us with it?" he asked shyly. "I'm sounding like my FD is the centre of my universe, aren't I?"

"I love the idea, hun. Let's do it. That makes it better since you proposed in it." She said lightly, leaving a light kiss on his neck.

"Really? Thanks, beautiful, you're the best." He said excitedly with a grin. He turned onto his side, hugging her tighter and leaving a kiss on her forehead. (Y/N) looked up, her eyes meeting his shining blue ones.

"You're adorable, Kei," she pecked his lips, "I love you."

"I love you more, (Y/N). My beautiful girl." Keisuke gave her several kisses around her face, earning a cute giggle from her, before he connected their lips in a soft, loving kiss.

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