Initial D Masterlist

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

Goū Hojo - Night Fever

• Goū Hojo x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 1,524. • Synopsis: In which enjoying the coolness and serene peace of night time on a mountain turns into night fever for an NSX driver and his girl.

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Another race had been finished tonight on Tsubaki Line with, of course, Sidewinder being the winning team. (Y/N) and Goū were sitting on the hood of his NSX, chatting with some teammates. Sometime after the race had finished, everyone started to leave one by one, until they were the only two left.

Goū lied down on the hood, gently pulling (Y/N) down with him. She rested her head on his shoulder as he had an arm wrapped around her waist with his hand settled on her hip, softly tracing patterns into it. The air had a soft, cool breeze passing through the trees and over them. The sounds of crickets and owls could easily be heard when no cars were around. The moon and stars shined and twinkled gently in the night sky.

The mountain turned quiet, serene, and peaceful so quickly when the people and their cars disappeared. "It would be easy to fall asleep here." (Y/N) spoke softly, a small smile on her face as she studied all the stars.

"Yeah, definitely." Goū agreed, running his fingers through the girl's soft hair.

"Especially when your cuddled up with your man on top of his car." She added and looked up at him, giving a small wink. He chuckled, making his deep voice sound even hotter.

(Y/N) flipped over and moved around until she was on her stomach, lying on top of him, a leg on each side of his. Normally this would be kind of uncomfortable, but his car had a long, flat hood, so it wasn't too bad for either of them. Goū had his arms wrapped (Y/N)'s waist, holding her in place as she had herself propped up a bit, leaning her arms against his chest. Moving one of his arms, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for a long, passionate kiss. Humming against his lips, she gladly returned it, giving his hair a light tug.

A small, barely audible groan snuck past his lips. But of course, (Y/N) heard it loud and clear and decided to pull on it a bit harder. She smirked when the sound of a louder groan reached her ears. Goū pulled away from the kiss and started to trail smaller ones up and down her neck until he found her sweet spot. Her sighs and moans only fueled him more, focusing on the spot, giving it a dark mark. He was taken by surprise when she started doing the same, the both of them latched onto each other's necks at the same time.

She left her own mark that was just as dark as his then pulled away, catching his lips for another kiss. Goū slid his tongue across her bottom lip and she gladly let him snake it in. Their tongues fought for dominance and (Y/N) easily won after giving a sharp tug on his hair, making him give a borderline whimper and melt under her touch.

She smirked, deepening the kiss, and lightly grinding back and forth against him in a teasing manner. His arousal quickly became apparent as she soon felt the tent in his pants grow bigger with each grind. Goū slipped his hands under (Y/N)'s shirt and lifted it up, taking it off of her. He shamelessly stared at her breasts, still covered by her bra, causing her to chuckle lightly.

Goū was most definitely a tits kind of guy.

He took the opportunity of her being distracted with laughing and flipped her over, her back touching the cool metal of the car's hood. He leaned down to her chest and left kisses along the top of her breasts, occasionally leaving small bite marks and hickeys. Earning him small moans and sighs, he reached behind her and unclipped her bra, giving them more attention. He gave one a light kiss before taking it his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. (Y/N) gave soft moans at his ministrations, loving the feeling of how skilled his tongue is. Not forgetting about the other, he brings a free hand up and gently massages it. After a few minutes he switches and gives the same treatment to the opposite one.

Once he was finished, he slowly trailed his hands to the hem of her shorts, undoing them and pulling them down along with her underwear. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as the breeze hit the heat between her legs. Goū held her legs still, his hands on her thighs as he left a trail of kisses from her lips down to her waist. Slowly, ever so slowly making his way down, the kisses felt like feathers against her skin.

Small moans escaped past (Y/N)'s lips and she quickly unbuckled Goū's belt, the anticipation becoming unbearable. He took notice and decided to tease her a little. Goū lightly traced his finger around her heat, causing her to squirm a little. Slowly getting closer and closer to her core with every whimper and beg she lets out.

"Goū, come on... please?" (Y/N) whimpered as she wiggled her hips in desperation.

"Please what, baby? What do you want me to do to you?" He whispered huskily into her ear, this time grinding teasingly against her, slowly and lightly. His words sent a shiver down her spine, the coolness of the hood only intensifying it. His fingers finally made their way to her heat and slid in, moving them quickly. (Y/N) moaned his name loudly, her back arching slightly.

"Fuck me p-please, I n-need you, damn it!" She stuttered out, the frustration becoming too much for her. She sat up and quickly took his shirt off. Having to withdraw his fingers from her in order to do so, she released a small whine from the now empty feeling but continued focusing on getting rid of his clothes.

His belt already undone and loose, she lowered the waistband of his pants and boxers, his hardened member now out of its restricting confinements. Goū let out a deep moan, the pressure not so painful anymore. She pulled him towards her a bit more with her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Goū leaned over her, a hand flat on the hood to keep his balance and the other on her hip, holding her still as he pushed into her.

Groaning each other's names loudly, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair and a hand clawing at his shoulder blades. I don't think I'll ever be able to get used to his size. Damn. Goū thrust back in and she moaned, the grip on his shoulders tightening. The tip of his member hit that spot deep inside her perfectly every time.

"Fuck, you're tight babe." He lowered his head and left kisses and bites along her collarbone. She retaliated with bites along his neck, earning her deep moans from Goū who also increased the roughness of his thrusts. (Y/N) gave a sharp tug on his hair and his moans quickly turned to an animalistic growl. His hold on her hip tightened as he pushed deeper inside her.

Her back arched from the euphoric sensation and her eyes started to see white. She could make a strong bet that he would fuck her to high heaven if he could. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on their skin, the small stray strands of hair had gotten stuck on the sides of their face and foreheads.

Goū's eyes were dark and lustful, but also showed the love and adoration he had when he looked at (Y/N). He loved having her under him like this; her back flat on the hood of his car, hair clinging to her face that showed undeniable pleasure, and the entirety of her body. She was beautiful.

But he also couldn't complain when she was on top of him. Her dominant self was quite a sight when she let it take over. It was downright sexy. The way her voice lowered just a bit, the seductive whispers she'd spill into his ears, her thighs on each side of his as her hips straddled him. Fuck, that was hot.

He got closer and closer to the edge of his release just from thinking about it as he continued his rough and deep thrusts that earned him those beautiful moans of hers. The way her hoarse voice begged him to go harder only fueled that desire.

Soon enough, her release came and his followed right after with a scream of his name and a deep groan of hers. After catching their breaths and putting their clothes back on, they got in the red NSX, preparing to leave. Goū leaned over the center console and captured (Y/N)'s lips for a quick, passionate kiss before pulling away with a small smirk.

"We'll have to have a round two in here next time, babe." He winked at her as he started to drive out of the lot. "I don't think there's enough room for that, Goū; it's pretty small in here." She laughed lightly with a small eye roll.

"Guess we'll just have to test that theory then, huh?"

"In your dreams, hot shot."

Wataru Akiyama - When the Sun Goes Down (Pt. 2)

• Wataru Akiyama x Reader | Smut | (Part 1 Here!) • Word Count: 963. • Synopsis: In which the couple spend a day in the city, returning home at sunset to have a memorable, loving moment with each other for the first time.

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Wataru drove (Y/N) around the city he lives next to, Hanno. He pointed out his favourite restaurants, stores, a large mall, and of course, a building that sold car parts he goes to often. They walked along a forest trail nearby that led to a shrine deer stay around. Of course, (Y/N) being (Y/N), had pet all of them and called them good deer. They easily took a liking to her, nudging their head against her, asking for more pets.

After they successfully walked away from the deer without being followed, they drove to one of the restaurants Wataru had mentioned earlier. The couple were back at the house after an eventful day and un-winded on the couch, enjoying a movie.

Once it was over and they were ready for bed, the couple was settled in his room. (Y/N) had put her clothes in her bag when Wataru came up behind her, picked her up and dropped her on the bed. Her laughter rang out through the room when he tickled her.

"Taru!" she rolled over in attempt to escape the tickles.

"Nope, you're not getting away." He leaned over her, rolling her onto her back, and pinning her arms on each side of her head. He smirked playfully, moving in to kiss her. She returned it with no hesitation and wrapped her legs around his hips. (Y/N) pulled him closer and he shifted, letting go of one of her arms to lean on his, maintaining balance. She instantly had her hand in his soft, chocolate hair, lightly tugging on it.

He slid his hand down her side slowly, reaching the hem of her shirt and lifting it a bit. His cool fingers sent a shiver through her as they touched her hot skin.

"Taru?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you... ever done it before?" (Y/N) asked with a dark blush.

"Yeah, a couple of times before," he looked away sheepishly, "this doesn't change anything, right?"

"No, no, of course not. I just haven't done this, so it's a bit... nerve-wracking, I suppose." She stared at her lap, playing with her thumbs shyly.

"We don't have to do it if you're too uncomfortable."

"Well- no, I-I want to... It'll be a little weird, maybe, because it's new, but I want to."

"Tell me if I'm moving too fast or doing something you don't like, alright?" he said firmly and (Y/N) nodded. Wataru gave her one of the sweet smiles she loved and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He continued where he left off, his hands still cool as he trailed them up her sides. He pushed her shirt up, stopping when it reached the bottom of her bra. (Y/N) gave him the okay and he took it off completely.

Wataru gently pushed her down to lie her back on the bed. He brought his hand from her shoulders down to the waistband of her shorts, leaving kisses starting from her lips down to her hips. The feeling was so soft and sweet it made her shiver.

"You doing alright?" he asked softly, looking up at her.

"Yeah," she nodded reassuringly, "keep going," she said almost too eagerly. The brunette hummed and smirked, leaning back down to kiss her stomach. He unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them off to reveal her matching underwear. The tips of his fingers trailed lightly up her legs, making her shiver again in delight. He stopped when they reached her mid-thigh.

He gently squeezed them, tracing circles with his thumbs. (Y/N)'s breathing was getting heavier as his ministrations continued, and she was holding in the small moans and whines that were threatening to get out. He hovered over her, pressing a kiss to her neck, then her ear before whispering, "Let it out, baby. I want to hear you."

Her breath hitched and she moaned after he lightly nipped at her neck. He went to unclip her bra and he lightly asked for approval. He took it off when she gave the okay, giving her reassuring kisses that were soft and loving. Wataru slipped off her underwear and she tugged on his shirt.

"Take it off," she said, blushing.

He straightened himself up, hooking his fingers at the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, his sweatpants and boxers added to the floor as well. (Y/N) blushed heavily, looking at anything else she could find. He asked her if she still wanted to continue, her reply: yes. Wataru reassured her that the pain fades quickly and he'd go as slow as she needed.

He slowly pushed in, stopping to let her adjust before he continued, repeating the process. Once she was comfortable enough, he started with slow movements, as promised. As (Y/N) got used to the new feelings, they felt better with each thrust. He noticed she was holding in her moans again and gave a quick, sharp thrust, getting a moan and his name from her mouth.

(Y/N) whimpered for him to go faster and Wataru easily complied. It wasn't a large pick up in speed, but she felt a difference. He slid his hands up to meet hers, linking them together as he left a trail of loving kisses along her neck and collarbone. His thrusts matched his kisses; deep and passionate.

It had been nearly an hour since they started and they were finally reaching the edge of release. (Y/N)'s moans had become much more frequent, pushing the brunette to go faster until they came together. Slowly coming down from their high, the couple quickly found themselves snuggling up to each other under the soft covers of the bed.

Wataru peppered (Y/N)'s face with light kisses, to which she smiled cutely and giggled before they fell asleep in each other's arms, just after the sun went down.

Keisuke Takahashi - Lost into the Night

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 1,911. • Synopsis: In which a bored day at home, turns into a hot night with a famous blonde racer on a secluded overlook, and on the hood of a sexy yellow FD.

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(Y/N) had been cooped up at home all day, bored out of her mind. Keisuke had called her yesterday evening asking her if she wanted to go on a small road trip with him. She quickly accepted, being quite excited for the little event to come.

"Yeah, I can't wait! What time and where?"

"Be ready by six, I'll pick you up then, and you'll just have to wait to find out where we're headed."

(Y/N) glanced up at the clock on the wall. Only four o' clock... what the hell am I supposed to do for the next two hours?

The clock ticked away agonizingly slow until it was finally time for her to get ready. She took a shower, styled her hair, and put on her usual amount of make-up. Heading to her room she looked through her clothes for an outfit.

Keisuke never told me where we're going or if we're stopping somewhere along the way. She hummed in thought before pulling out casual, but nice-looking clothes and slipping them on. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pretty damn good. Glancing over at the clock on her nightstand she checked the time. Five-fifty, only ten minutes until Keisuke shows up. Knowing her man, he'd most likely be here sooner. Speed means everything to the blonde.

As if on cue, she perked up at the sound of a loud exhaust and the small squeal of tires getting closer to her apartment. Speak of the devil and he will come. She chuckled lightly, grabbing her keys and wallet. When she opened the door, Keisuke was standing there like he was about to knock.

"Hey, babe. You got a sixth sense for me, don't you?" Keisuke smirked at her.

"No. Unless you count your loud car, that can be heard a mile away mind you, is considered a sixth sense, then sure." They laughed as they walked down to said car, the bright yellow FD sitting patiently in a parking spot. Keisuke opened the passenger door, and (Y/N) gave him a loving peck on the lips before getting in. He smiled and shut the door, moving to the driver side and hopping in.

The car growled as the engine turned on, getting louder as he pulled out of the parking spot and began the drive. The couple striked up an easy conversation and jokes along the way.

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As they got closer to their destination, the drive had quiet down some, bringing a peaceful silence. Enjoying each other's presence, looking at the scenery around them, and the occasional whistles of the RX-7's turbos. They drove on for another half hour before Keisuke pulled over into a secluded forest area. He guided the FD down the small windy path to reveal a breathtaking view of a small city below them, the beach close to it. The sun was just about to set completely as they arrived, giving the sky brilliant hues of reds and purple. (Y/N) gasped lightly as she stared in awe.

"Hey, are you going to sit in there and stare or are you going to come out and actually see it?" Keisuke's voice pulled her out of her trance.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." She got out of the car and moved towards him.

"Heh, you will be soon." Keisuke said under his breath, a subtle smirk on his lips.

"You say something?" (Y/N) looked at him curiously.

"Nah, just talking to myself." The blonde gave her a wink and charming smile as he pulled her closer, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her waist. She sat down on the hood of the FD, cuddling into his right side.

Humming contently, she laced their fingers together and he lightly rubbed his thumb over her soft skin, placing a soft kiss on her head. "This is beautiful Kei, thank you." She looked up at him, a loving smile on her face.

"Just for you, love." He said with his famous grin, leaning down to press gentle, loving kisses on her soft lips. They kissed for what felt like hours, the remaining light of the sunset, dimly illuminating their features until it disappeared completely. Their fingers gently tangled in each other's hair as their lips moved in sync.

They pulled away slowly to catch their breath, oxygen sadly being a necessity that interrupted them. Keisuke leaned down further, his slightly rough lips, leaving a path of feathery kisses along her neck. "Keisuke..." (Y/N) said lightly, tilting her neck to give him more access.

"I like the sound of that, gorgeous. Say it louder."

Picking up on his actions, he kissed rougher on the other side of her neck until he found the spot that earned him a delicious moan of his name. Leaving a dark hickey, Keisuke licked up her neck before grabbing her thighs and pulling her over to straddle him. He gripped her ass with one hand and placed the other on the back of her neck. Leaning forward, his lips ghosting over hers and he looked her in the eyes. They were darker and glazed over with lust.

The needy look she saw on him sent a wave of heat through her down to her core. Keisuke tightened his hold on her ass and crashed their lips together. (Y/N) lightly grinded herself against Keisuke's growing arousal that had him growl deeply. He bit her bottom lip, roughening the kiss until he could snake his tongue in. With her arms wrapped around his neck and fingers tangled in his soft blonde locks, Keisuke slid his hands up her body until they reached her breasts, squeezing them. A muffled moan passed her lips as she rubbed up against him further.

Keisuke muttered her name with a raspy voice before wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. He gently laid her onto the hood, wanting to make quick work of taking off her clothes. With her shirt quickly unbuttoned and removed, Keisuke slipped a hand behind her back, unclipping her bra and pulling it off.

(Y/N) turned her head to the side, cheeks quickly turning pink. She felt Keisuke gently take hold of her jaw turning her to face him. He leaned down pressing soft, loving kisses on her lips. She melted into them, feeling his slightly calloused hands move her arms away from her chest and onto the hood.

"Don't be insecure, love, you're beautiful. Understand?"

He gave a reassuring peck on her lips and nuzzled his nose against her cheek with a small hum. Keisuke made sure to go slow to ease her uncertainty. With every kiss and soft touch that he left, she relaxed under him quickly, soon reveling in the sensations Keisuke worked out of her so easily.

Trailing his skilled hands down her stomach to her hips, he busied himself on getting rid of her pants, eagerly pulling them off along with her underwear. (Y/N) loudly gasped out his name, the coolness of the night's air and FD's hood coincide with the building heat of her arousal.

Keisuke's fingers rubbed at her arousal earning him sighs of pleasure. She squirmed, her thighs rubbing against his arm in her attempt to gain more friction. A small moan escaped her throat when Keisuke put in a finger, soon adding in a second, then a third, until she was moaning hopelessly under his touch. She threw her head against the hood and arched her back.

"Kei...suke..." She whined.

"That's what I want to hear. I want to hear you scream for me, babe," he said with a low and husky voice, "I want you begging for me."

"Please, K-Keisuke."

"Please what, gorgeous? What do you want from me?" he smirked, slowing the pace of his fingers and curling them. A loud moan followed before she spoke.

"Fuck me, Keisuke!" She exclaimed frustratedly, drawling out his name. "P-please Kei, I w-want you so bad."

"Good girl." He hummed, satisfied with her pleads.

She gave a small whimper when he withdrew his fingers. He licked them clean, a seductive smirk on his lips. "You taste amazing, love. Now, your reward for behaving so well." Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer to him. (Y/N)'s legs hung over the FD's hood. She watched Keisuke take off his shirt, revealing his rippling, well-toned muscles that nearly made her salivate.

Undoing his belt, the blonde pulled both his pants and boxers down enough to free his painfully hardened length from its tight confinements. Keisuke groaned lowly and grinded himself against her wet heat. (Y/N) bit her bottom lip as her breath hitched. The deep sound of Keisuke's voice resonated throughout her body, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Ready, gorgeous?" he asked, lined up with her entrance. She nodded eagerly; arms wrapped around his neck. She pulled him down, crashing their lips together. Their moans were muffled by the kiss as Keisuke slowly thrust into her.

"(Y/N) ... fuck you're tight." He growled, thrusting his hips with a slow pace. (Y/N) sighed deeply, her eyes fluttering shut and legs wrapping around Keisuke's waist. She sharply tugged on Keisuke's blonde locks, a loud groan escaping his throat.

Gradually, his thrusts got faster, the hand on her hip leaving a red print and nail marks on her skin. When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she took in her boyfriend's appearance. His silky blonde hair was shaggy with some damp strands sticking to the side of his face and forehead. The small beads of sweat that traveled down the strong muscles of his neck to his chest enhanced his natural, sexy appearance. The way his arms tensed up when he thrust deep into her, the low sounds of his voice when he moaned her name, everything about the man was perfection.

Keisuke snaked his tongue past (Y/N)'s soft lips and eagerly explored the new territory, marking every detail he could with his skillful tongue. When he pulled away to breathe, a strand of saliva connected the two for a moment before breaking. With heavy pants, he made his thrusts rougher that reached places deep inside her, turning (Y/N) into a moaning mess that was nearing her sweet release.

"K-Keisuke..." He knew that tone in her voice. After hearing that beloved sound many times, he knew when she was going to unravel underneath him.

"I know, baby, me t-too." Keisuke replied between breaths, the familiar feeling of his own release, building up quickly.

With a series of rough, sloppy thrusts, they came together making the already euphoric sensation even more intense as they loudly moaned each other's names. When they came down from their high and had their clothes back on, the couple cuddled up closely on the FD's hood. Keisuke had her seated on his lap, legs on each side of him as she leaned into his warm chest.

She hummed with a smile as he held her, arms wrapped protectively around her body. Keisuke gently nuzzled his nose against her hair, leaving gentle and loving kisses atop her head. Her man really knew how to make aftercare a cuddly, warm experience.

"How about we go home?" he asked lightly, "I just want to lay in bed and fall asleep with you next to me." (Y/N) hummed eagerly in agreement, the thought sending a warm feeling through her. By the time they got to the mansion and were under the blankets of his large bed, the couple fell asleep quickly tangled up in each other's arms.

Mako Sato & Sayuki - Rock Me to the Top

• Mako Sato x M!Reader x Sayuki | Smut | • Word Count: 1,114. • Synopsis: In which the racers of Impact Blue share the same feelings as their friend does for them, so the girls come up with a solution that works in everyone's favour.

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"Hey, Mako, I was thinking..." Sayuki paused before continuing, "you know how (Y/N) said that he loves both of us but doesn't want to choose one over the other? That he felt like it would our relationship with each other?"

"Yeah, I remember. What are you getting at?" Mako looked at Sayuki curiously.

"Well, what if he didn't have to choose one of us? We could share each other." Sayuki replied, biting her bottom lip.

"I suppose it wouldn't be too difficult to keep it a secret from others. Everyone pretty much knows the three of us are friends already. It doesn't sound like a bad idea, Sayuki," Mako spoke thoughtfully, "should we invite (Y/N) over, then? We can talk it over and see what he thinks."

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll call him and we can go to my place." Sayuki grabbed her phone and Mako turned the car on, starting to drive to Sayuki's house.

(Y/N) answered the phone after two rings and Sayuki asked if he could come over tonight to talk about what the girls had planned. He agreed and Sayuki gave a quick, "Sweet!" before they ended the call.

"That went well, hm? What do you have in mind, exactly?" Mako questioned.

"Something that I'm sure we'll all enjoy." Sayuki replied with a smirk, causing Mako to hum thoughtfully as she continued to drive.

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The girls sat on the couch as they waited for (Y/N) to arrive. They chatted about anything that came to mind until Mako asked, "Do you think he's going to agree to do this?"

"Well, you and I are already on board with the idea. If it's consent he's worried about, that won't be a problem. We already agreed, so it's up to him if he wants to go through with it."

"I'm honestly kind of excited about this, it'll be interesting." Mako said with a glint in her eyes. The doorbell rang a few moments later and Sayuki went to open it.

"Hey (Y/N), come on in!" She stepped aside as he entered.

"So, you wanted to talk to me about something?" He questioned quizzically. Mako had walked over and stood on the other side of (Y/N).

"Well, we know you like us, and we came up with a solution, if you agree of course. Since you don't want to choose one of us over the other, you can share us." Sayuki explained as her and Mako each wrapped an arm around his and they gave a quick peck on each side of his neck.

"Um, well I'm fine with. I love you both but are you sure you want to do this?" he looked at the girls with a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Oh yeah, we're sure." They replied in unison.

(Y/N) sighed when the girls placed one more kiss on his neck before taking him upstairs to Sayuki's room. They had him sit on the bed and lean against the headboard. Mako crawled over to his left side and pulled him into a rough and passionate kiss that he eagerly returned.

Sayuki crawled over to his other side, sliding her hand up his thigh slowly. As she trailed her hand over clothed length, she could feel that it was already hard. Mako slid her hands up and down his chest and swiped her tongue across his bottom lip. (Y/N) opened his mouth and their tongues fought for dominance. Just as he was about to win, Sayuki grabbed his hard length making him gasp and freeze long enough for Mako to win.

Sayuki started to undo (Y/N)'s pants and pull them along with his boxers down in one movement. Bringing her hand to his arousal, she trailed her fingers along the base of it, earning her a groan from the man. Mako unbuttoned his shirt and took it off before initiating another rough kiss.

(Y/N) took off Mako's clothes and brought a hand to her heat, teasingly rubbing his fingers around it. She moaned while grinding against his hand, wanting more friction.

"(Y/N) ...please." She begged as her grinding got rougher. He trailed his fingers down the centre before easily sliding them into her. He increased the pace, and she moaned. When he added a third finger, her moans got louder. Sayuki quickly took off her clothes and straddled (Y/N), lowering herself onto his length, taking all of him in at once.

He groaned deeply, quickening the pace of his fingers as Mako's moans of his name echoed throughout the room. He held Sayuki's hip roughly with his free hand and thrust up as she came down.

"Sayuki... that's it." (Y/N) said between pants she continued to come down, meeting his thrusts. Returning his attention to Mako, he curled his fingers causing her to throw her head back and yell his name as she came on his fingers. He pulled them out and Mako grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand to mouth as she cleaned it off with her tongue.

As (Y/N) watched her, he could feel himself getting close and Sayuki noticed. She met his thrusts a few more times before lifting off of him as he came on her stomach.

"Switch?" Sayuki looked towards Mako.

"Sure."

The girls switched places and Mako crawled between his legs. As she lowered herself onto his length, Sayuki left kisses and hickeys down the side of his neck. Mako groaned lightly as she grinded against him before fully taking him in. Doing the same thing he did to Mako, (Y/N) teased her wet entrance.

"Don't be like that..." Sayuki said breathlessly as she took his hand and immediately put three fingers into her. She moaned his name and bit her lip when he set the pace quickly.

As Mako rode him, she took more of him in each time she came down. She eventually went faster when she found a steady rhythm. (Y/N) held her hip as he thrust up into her. Both of the girl's moans echoed through the room as they were equally pleasured. He could feel Mako's walls slowly tightening around him.

(Y/N)'s thrusts get faster as does his ministrations to Sayuki. When he curled his fingers and gave a sharp thrust, both girls moaned his name. He could feel both of them getting closer and kept up his speed until the girls yelled his name, coming at the same time. (Y/N) gave a few more rough thrusts then pulled out, coming onto Mako's stomach.

When they came down from their high, they cleaned up quickly before crawling back in bed. The girls curled up on each side of (Y/N), his arms draped over their waists as they fell asleep.

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.