Rin Hojo - Give Me Your Love

Rin Hojo - Give Me Your Love

• Rin Hojo x Reader (Part 2 Here!) • Word Count: 3,217. • Synopsis: In which Rin's newfound redemption and inner peace brings a beautiful change into his life that he'll hold onto forever.

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"We both lost someone we cared deeply for. But as time goes on, and our wounds slowly heal, you'll end up finding the one who will see you for who you are and will love every part of you. You'll find that one, Rin, don't forget that."

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The words Ryosuke told him that night, after they raced one last time and made amends with each other, has been implanted and stuck in his head for weeks. Every time the thought of him being alone forever and not finding 'the one' as Ryosuke put it, always brought Takahashi's words to mind instantly. It was as if Ryosuke was reminding him through telepathy and to stop doubting himself.

He never thought he'd forgive Ryosuke and get rid of the grudge that he's held on his shoulders for years, but after that night, he's never felt more at peace with how they came to terms, and with himself. Everything around him has brightened up a bit and didn't seem as grey and depressing as it did before.

He could only hope this was the sign of being able to start over and to see things through an old perspective he has not had in a long, long time. Rin had gotten back in touch with his brother more often, to which the younger Hojo was happy to see his aniki coming out of his depression. It may not have been much to Rin, but for Go, it was a huge step and he was happy to see even a little improvement for his brother.

Go had helped Rin get back in touch with their family and get everyone to come to terms with everything that had happened. His family, especially his parents, had been more than happy to see him again and were all glad he was okay.

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Rin found it slightly astounding how quickly things changed in the past two weeks after that race. If only it had happened sooner, he could've moved on much faster. His thoughts of the change overtook his mind after he walked out of a small café, coffee in hand while heading back to his car.

When his beloved GT-R came into view he noticed a figure next to it changing positions every few seconds and walking around it. With a raised eyebrow he continued walking until he stood just a few feet away from it. The strange figure was in fact, a girl with a camera taking pictures of it from many different angles. She seemed very concentrated since she didn't seem to notice his presence.

Her tongue was slightly sticking out past her lips as she focused on another angle, her concentration on peak. Normally, Rin would have glared at a person if they were so close to his car like this, but now he found it a bit flattering that someone took such great interest in it, he felt proud of himself. When he noticed she was trying to get pictures of the inside, mainly the dash, is when he spoke up.

"Do you want to get the inside?"

She jolted in surprise and looked at him, her eyes wide. "This is your car?" He nodded with a small, subtle smile on his lips. Her eyes lit up as she enthusiastically nodded. Rin moved up to the driver side door and unlocked it, opening the door, and lightly motioning for her to sit.

She carefully sat down on the bucket seat, being sure not to accidently scratch anything. She looked around the interior of the car, taking in all it had to offer before taking pictures of everything she found interesting.

For Rin, if this happened last month and earlier, he wouldn't have even bothered to let her in the driver's seat, let alone the car. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even acknowledged her existence. When he pulled himself from his quick thoughts, he focused on her, watching her take pictures of the gauges from different angles and all the custom parts he had installed inside. His smile slowly grew, a bit bigger now but not fully noticeable.

When she was finished, she carefully got out of the car and looked at him. "Thank you so much! It really is a beautiful car and I've never seen an R32 up close; they're my favourite Skyline." She had a big, yet gentle smile as she spoke.

"It's not a problem. Nice to see someone who enjoys them so thoroughly." His smile finally showed as he lightly leaned on the car's open door.

(Y/N) introduced herself and Rin followed. When they shook hands, he noted how small and soft hers was. When they pulled away, her phone rang. She gave a quick "Sorry" and answered. "Hello?" She winced a bit and held her phone away from her ear when yelling came from the other end.

"Where the hell are you? I've been waiting for fifteen minutes!" Rin heard a girl's voice from the phone and curiously raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm on my way." (Y/N) said, hoping it would calm her friend down from the other line.

Her friend gave a loud sigh, "You found another car to take pictures of, didn't you?" Rin's curious expression turned into an amused one.

"Well... yeah, maybe," (Y/N) replied awkwardly, rubbing her neck. "but I couldn't help it!"

"You're one crazy ass car fanatic, you know that? I'll be here, so hurry your ass up!" was all her friend said before hanging up. (Y/N) gave a small sigh, before turning back to Rin.

"I'm sorry about that. My friend is pretty crazy and definitely impatient." A blush made its way to her cheeks, dusting over them.

Rin chuckled, "It's alright, might want to get to her before she goes insane."

"Oh, she lost her sanity years ago. She can wait a few more minutes without dying." She rolled her eyes and he smiled. She thanked him again for the pictures and asked, "Would you want to go out somewhere on the weekend? You seem like a really nice guy." Her blush got darker and she averted her gaze to his car.

"That would be nice; anywhere in particular?"

"Well... there is this one place..."

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(Y/N) showed up to their date location a few minutes early. It was a small park that had many ponds of koi fish swimming throughout them. The ponds were all connected by underground tubes that the fish could swim through to move to different ones. She kneeled in front of a small pond that was closest to the car park so Rin could find her easier.

She watched the colourful fish swim around, like they were playing tag with each other. Her (F/C) sundress blew gently in the small breeze, her hair along with it. She heard the rev of a familiar engine and looked over towards the source of the noise. Seeing a grey Skyline pull into a parking spot, she smiled when Rin got out.

He was wearing clothes that looked a little fancier than when she first met him. He did still have the belt chain that looped around his leg. She kind of liked it; it sets him apart from everyone else. She liked his long hair too, he really made it look good. Rin found her quickly after she stood up and headed over to her.

"You look lovely." He said gently with a small smile.

"Thank you," she replied shyly, a light blush gracing her cheeks, "so do you." They strolled down the small path, asking questions about each other when one came to mind.

"So, your friend didn't blow up on you on the other day, did she?" Rin asked amusedly.

"Heh, no. She just muttered something about me liking cars too much for my own good, or something along the lines of that."

The both of them chuckled and continued their small trek across the park. When their hands accidently brushed against each other's they lightly blushed and turned their heads in the opposite directions. They both snuck glances at each other from time to time, wondering if the other noticed or not. The same thoughts had run through their mind about how good the other person looked, hell, even smelled. (Y/N) wore just the right amount of perfume, nothing too strong, but not too light either. It complimented her entire being along with what she wore. It was a smell of subtle sweetness and was nearly a reflection of herself.

Rin's cologne somehow fit perfectly with his looks and style of his clothes. It was prominent, yet relaxed, like his personality, but also sharp and kind of edgy that matched his dark and brooding bad boy style. If someone were to look at them standing together like they were, they'd think they wouldn't work in a relationship at all. They looked like polar opposites.

You know what they say though, opposites attract.

(Y/N) had walked off the path to a large pond that was filled with colourful koi fish. She kneeled down at the edge of the water and watched them swim around. Rin stood gently next to her, watching her more than the fish. He looked at her curiously when she lightly put a hand in the water and the fish swam up to it.

They didn't seem scared of her at all and rubbed up against her hand. She lightly rubbed her thumb along them when they swam into her gentle hold before the next one squeezed its way in to pet as well. She giggled softly causing Rin to smile. He was mesmerized, to say the least. How did a naturally skittish creature feel so safe around her compared to everyone else?

His thoughts trailed to the auras he could feel off the people he's raced in the past. Her aura holds no hostility at all; no anger, no hate, nothing negative. She could be an angel in disguise and he wouldn't be surprised if it were true. She is just so... pure.

She is everything he wants, needs. The love, the serenity, everything positive he's missing in his life, she has. He hoped she would be 'the one' Ryosuke talked about.

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After (Y/N) and Rin hit it off on the first date, he asked her about a second one, to which she eagerly accepted. The second date turned to a third, fourth, fifth, and many more. Rin noticeably became much happier, smiled more often, and had interests in various things again. Goū was happy his brother finally moved on and found happiness with someone else. He wouldn't tell Rin this, but (Y/N) had quite the effect on him. He looked almost like a lovesick schoolboy at some points. (Goū had to suppress his laughter when his brother looked up from his book and stared at him questionably.)

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It was after their fifth date that Rin asked (Y/N) out. That was two years ago, now. Rin had introduced her to his parents and brother a few months after they started dating. His parents actually came to like her a lot, to Rin's surprise. They were normally very pick and choosy with who their sons would be with. They admired how hard working of a woman (Y/N) is and how good she's treated Rin, him doing the same, maybe even more in return.

She got along with Goū very easily, often making jokes together. He would tell her embarrassing stories of what him and his aniki did when they were kids, to which Rin would stare at Goū highly unimpressed, until he finished. "So, then I just threw the bug at him and it got stuck in his hair. He started screaming and running around yelling, "Get it off!" until he passed out. Best recess of my life." Goū exclaimed, once again laughing his ass off.

(Y/N) tried suppressing her laughter with a small giggle saying, "Aww, that's mean." Rin, who was sat on the couch, gave a deep "Mhmm," his head resting on his hand.

Hours later, the couple was now cuddled up under the covers of Rin's bed. He watched her softly as she traced small patterns on the palms of his hands. They were a little rough compared to hers, but they were also soft and very gentle with her. She adored his hands for some reason and Rin still couldn't figure out why. But he'd indulge her as much as she liked.

He loved the way she reveled over the bits and pieces of him. It raised his self-esteem little by little until he was eventually proud of who he was as a whole. The past two years had been some of the best in his life. His life completely turned around for the better after they met.

He has been thinking of asking her something, but still isn't sure if it's the right time. With how compatible they've been together these last couple of years, he could only hope her answer would be a positive one.

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When Rin's 30th birthday was soon to show up, she asked Goū if he could help her plan a small celebration for him. He happily agreed and tagged along, the both of them coming up with ideas and buying all the necessary supplies. Rin wasn't one for huge parties or decorations to begin with, both Goū and (Y/N) knew that, so they planned to keep it simple yet nice.

(Y/N) tried to subtly get answers out of Rin about what he'd want for his birthday but he either shrugged saying nothing came to mind, he didn't want anything, proceeding to say all he needed was her which easily made her blush. The thing that stood out the most for all his answers is when he'd reply with, "An answer."

"For what?" She asked.

"You'll find out when the time comes." Then he'd leave it at that. Saying she was a little confused was an understatement. She thought about asking Goū, but figured if he wasn't planning to tell her until he was ready, he wasn't going to tell his brother either.

Rin was happy his brother and (Y/N) got along but was starting to get a little worried and suspicious since they seemed to be spending quite a bit of time together within the past two weeks. He knew they were both very honest people, which he appreciated, but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous at Goū.

Just what were they doing?

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Soon enough, her beloved's birthday was today, and she carefully got out of bed being as quiet as possible to not wake Rin, seeing as it was early in the morning. A few minutes later there was a light knock at the door of their shared house. She opened the door revealing Goū and his parents behind him. Letting them in, they quietly shuffled through the hallway and into the kitchen. His mother set up the cake while Goū and his father worked on snacks and other foods.

The rest of their family showed up and were situated in the large living room, quietly talking as everyone waited for Rin to wake up and head downstairs. When he did wake, he was worried for a moment when (Y/N) wasn't there. Probably awake already, he thought.

By the time he got downstairs and barely even took a step into the living room, everyone turned to him and yelled, "Happy birthday!" He looked around a bit confused at first due to being half asleep still, definitely needing that morning coffee. Speaking of, as soon as he sat down on an empty space of the couch, (Y/N) handed him the beloved drink he so desperately desired.

Everyone talked amongst themselves, munching on snacks and talking with Rin. (Y/N) was happy, he seemed to really be enjoying himself. Him and his brother ended up talking with each other the most and were laughing about something. It's nice they fixed their relationship so well, they're happy when they're together.

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"(Y/N)? I want to take you somewhere if you're alright with it." He gently hugged her from behind. His arms wrapping around her waist and his chin rested on the top of her head.

"Sure, I don't mind." She replied sweetly, a smile played on her soft lips. It was late now; everyone left an hour ago and Rin decided it was the time to ask his question.

They walked to the front door, Rin grabbing the key to his beloved R32 on the way out. To think it was the very thing that brought them together made him want to keep it forever. Whether it continued to run or die of old age, he would never get rid of it.

The drive was quiet but peaceful. (Y/N) looked at the nighttime scenery, occasionally glancing at Rin and lightly resting her head on his arm for a few minutes. He smiled and ran his hand over her hair a few times before putting it back on the shifter.

Rin pulled the car over once they reached the top of Hakone. The view below and above was beautiful. The small twinkling lights of the city down below, and of the stars above mimicked one another.

They sat next to each other on the hood of the car, staring out into the distance. "You know," Rin started, "if you were to tell me three years ago that I'd move on from my old life of hatred and holding grudges, I would've called you a fucking idiot and to stop wasting my time." (Y/N) laughed at the second half of his sentence. He never told her the story of why he was like that years ago, and now he will.

He started from the beginning, from when he was first told of the arranged marriage with Kaori, (Y/N) listening without interrupting. Rin spilled his heart out to her, and she looked to him the same she has these past two years. Now she understood why he was so sad back then. She understood why he did everything he did and didn't blame him. Such negative emotions can do bad things to a good person.

"You asked me what I wanted a few weeks back," he said softly and stood up, slipping his hands in his pockets, "and I always told you, an answer." He turned to her, her full attention on him and looking at him curiously as she nodded slowly. "I'd like to hear that now." He got on one knee and pulled out a small box from his pocket, opening it. (Y/N) froze, watching him with her beautiful shining eyes that he loved so much. "Will you marry me, (Y/N)?"

Quickly processing it all through her mind, she quickly, and surely replied with a teary-eyed, "Yes!" When he stood back up, a large smile on his features after slipping the ring on her finger, she enveloped him in a tight hug. She looked up and brought a hand to the back of his head, pulling him down for a loving, passionate kiss that he eagerly returned.

She was undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to him, and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with this angel in disguise.

Sebastian and Ciel Relationship Headcanons.

Sebastian Michaelis.

Being a demon, he would be picky on having a human S/O. However if they were a demon, he would gladly make them his.

He would be very protective of his S/O. Not eating at their normal meal times? He’s already making food. Showing symptoms of being sick? He’s got a cool cloth and soup ready to go. 

This boy gets jealous and fast. Someone looks at you like a snack and Seb is holding you with his arm around your waist.

Stares at the person who was looking at you and gives them a quick flash of his fuchsia eyes.

Will give you little presents from time to time.

Will leave roses and a note on your dresser if he’s been busy doing butler things for Ciel.

Waits until you read the note before he comes out of the shadows and wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck and whispering apologies.

This boy will literally love you for eternity.

Ciel Phantomhive.

Being an earl has it perks.

He gives you anything from top of the line food to jewelry.

Won’t always be able to show his emotions with ease but he will definitely show you his love with the things he gets you.

Doesn’t feel comfortable with PDA unless he gets jealous.

Will be definitely be extra about showing the person hes jealous at, who you belong to.

Will grab you by the waist with one hand, and the back of your neck with the other, and kiss you a bit rough.

If you both sleep in the same bed, he won’t cuddle up to you when awake.

If you wake up in the middle of the night, he’ll be hugging you with his head on your chest and your legs tangled with his.

If he’s stressed with his paperwork from the Queen, you’ll definitely know.

You make him tea and massage his shoulders, and he’ll be stress free within seconds.

This blue eyed boy will do anything to protect you.

Will order Sebastian to protect you first if the mansion is under attack.

Won’t want to bring you on cases.

Takes a lot and I mean  A LOT of persuasion to get him to agree to take you with.

You melt this poor boys ice cold heart till its soft and warm. (awww :3)

Takeshi Nakazato - Spark in the Dark

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 4,652. • Synopsis: In which racing to help out friends leads to meeting a potential love interest, a spark ignites during introductions, and sadness forms after the conclusion of the race, but a surprise appearance wipes away all traces of sadness, and brings two GT-R racers together.

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The race on Akina starts at ten tonight. (Y/N)'s friends, Iketani and Kenji, had begged her to race in the SpeedStars name for the race. Their 'saving grace' Takumi, couldn't make it since his father had taken the 8-6 for a meeting. (Y/N) isn't a part of a street racing team, she's more of a neutral racer. If a team, like the SpeedStars, asked her to race in their stead, she would represent them for the night. Of course, she doesn't do this with every team she comes across, more so just for her friends.

She sighed and looked up at the clock on the café's wall. Only two hours to go and she's off to prepare her car for the race. (Y/N) works at the popular café styled restaurant in the middle of town from seven in the morning to three in the afternoon. It's a simple job and the customers were always friendly. It's more enjoyable when no one gives you a hard time.

The minute her shift ended, she made a beeline out the back door of the restaurant and to her beloved R32 GT-R. The sleek (F/C) paint shined, along with the rims. She hopped inside and started it up, the engine giving a low growl. She pulled onto the road and sped off to her house.

Having plenty of time to kill, she washed the car making it shine even brighter. She replaced the tires, brake pads, and calipers. It's always best to make sure your brakes work properly, especially on a heavy ass 3-2, she thought. Once she finished with her replacements, she checked all of the gauges on her dash and continued to work on anything else the car needed before heading inside for a well-deserved shower and change of clothes.

When the time came to leave, she eagerly grabbed her wallet, phone, and keys before heading back to the GT-R that waited patiently for her. She got in and started it up, backing out of the garage and onto the road, heading straight for Akina.

She reached the foot of the mountain and sped up, being sure to not take it too far to ruin her tires before the race. As she got closer to the top, the roar of the engine could be heard from where the others waited.

"Do you think that's her, Iketani?" Kenji asked.

"It has to be! The car sounds like hers!" Iketani exclaimed as he stared at the road intensely, not wanting to miss the soon approaching car.

So, their friend has a Skyline, huh? This'll get interesting. A man said as he leaned against his own GT-R, cigarette hanging from his lips as he listened to the familiar sound of an RB26 engine in the distance.

"Uh, who exactly are we talking about, guys?" Itsuki scratched his head, confused.

"Her name is (Y/N). You haven't met her yet, but she's won a few races for the SpeedStars! She's not on the team, but she's a great friend of ours." Iketani explained enthusiastically.

"Wait... you mean a girl is going to race for us tonight?! Oh, this is going to be great! I bet she's hot, is she hot?!" Itsuki rambled loudly, catching the attention of the NightKids' leader, Takeshi Nakazato.

The bright headlights of (Y/N)'s car came into view as she turned the final corner and pulled over next to her friends. She got out of the car and greeted them.

"Hey guys!" She waved and pulled them in for a hug.

"Hey, (Y/N)! How are you?" Iketani asked with a chuckle.

"Pretty good, thanks. I'm excited for the race. Who am I supposed-?" she was cut off by a guy with an undercut she's never seen before.

"Ho-holy crap, you're gorgeous! What's your name? Are you single? I love your GT-R, it's so hot- like you! I mean... I uh didn't mean it like that, it's just you're really, really, and I mean really pretty. I've never met a girl who can race, let alone one that owns a sweet ride like yours and all that just makes you like, a hundred times hotter-" Iketani cut him off by wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling the strange fanboy towards him.

"Alright, Itsuki, I think she gets it. Let's not scare her away with your questionable fantasies." Iketani held him in a playful chokehold as he scolded Itsuki. (Y/N) wore an amused expression and laughed at the two.

"Anyways, who am I supposed to race tonight?" she asked, not being interrupted this time.

"That would be me." (Y/N) turned around at the sound of the voice to see a man with gelled jet-black hair walking towards her. Wow, he's hot. They made eye contact and she noted how beautiful his silver eyes were.

"I'm Takeshi Nakazato, leader of the Myogi NightKids." He introduced himself and held out his hand for her.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), but I'm not with a team. I'm more of a neutral racer." She replied and shook his hand. When their hands touched, a small spark shot through them and they didn't want to pull away. They did so quickly after before anyone noticed.

"So, uh... a neutral racer, huh? Do you race for any team that asks you to, then?" he asked, a bit awkward at first but quickly regained his composure.

"Pretty much, yeah. I don't do it all the time and I don't do it for every team. I've raced for the SpeedStars the most since they're good friends of mine." She explained.

"Ah, I see. You got a sweet 3-2 by the way." He complimented her car, and it made her smile.

"Thank you. Yours is hot in black. It also kind of looks like you."

"It... looks like me?" he tilted his head and looked at his car, trying to find a similarity, "How?"

She giggled and explained, "The majority of it is black," she then motioned to his hair and current outfit which was completely black, "and the rims are silver, like your eyes." She looked into his eyes with a light blush on her cheeks as she finished her explanation. They really were something else, like two small pools of liquid silver. His eyes were almost hypnotizing.

Little did she know, he thought the same about her. She was easily the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and she owned the same car as him? Perfection. He hoped he could gather the courage after their race to ask her on a date.

"Well, I'm ready to go," she turned to her friends, "wish me luck, guys!" The racers went back to their cars and (Y/N) lined hers up next to Takeshi's. They revved the engines to warm them up, the beautiful sound of two RB26 engines resonating through the top of the pass. Kenji walked out between the two Skylines to start the countdown. As soon as he yelled 'go', they sped off at the same time, staying next to each other until the first corner where (Y/N) gained the lead.

He probably has his car in all-wheel drive. I wonder how much under steer he has to deal with, not being able to drift, she thought as she threw her car into a drift around the third corner.

Takeshi's eyes widened in shock. Is she... drifting with all-wheel drive?! How the hell is she not ruining her car? He watched her movements, following behind her closely.

I must've surprised him. She chuckled when she saw him slow down then speed up just after the end of the corner.

She drifted around the next few corners and Takeshi felt both impressed and confused. All-wheel drive cars are hard as hell to drift because they're naturally made to want to grip onto the road. So, how is she drifting such a heavy car, so easily?

She's going to ruin the car if she keeps doing that. It's only natural that something would break, right? 3-2s are meant to grip, not drift. The weight of the car would put too much pressure somewhere it shouldn't, and something will blow. Takeshi thought something would've happened to her car by now, being close to the bottom of Akina now, but nothing did.

Soon enough, they reached the last corner and that's where Takeshi decided to make his move, pulling up next to her, trying to accelerate fast enough to beat her. Takeshi only had enough time to line up with her car equally, and they passed the finish line in sync.

"They just passed the finish line!" One of the SpeedStars called through the radio. Iketani quickly picked up the radio on his car, "Well, who won?!" Everyone at the top of Akina waited to hear the results.

"They tied."

"What do you mean they tied?!" Iketani exclaimed.

"I mean, they tied. They crossed the line at the same time, man. How else do you want me to explain it?"

The spectators and other teams talked amongst themselves while Iketani, Kenji, and Itsuki stood there with their mouths agape. The NightKids were surprised, but at least it wasn't a loss on their part. Tch. At least Nakazato managed to keep it together this time. Shingo thought, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Takeshi and (Y/N) pulled their cars over to the side of the road, getting out and meeting each other in the middle. "So, a tie, huh? I suppose this leaves an unsettled score between us." He spoke first.

"I suppose it does. It looks like we'll just have to settle it one day," (Y/N) smirked lightly, "you're a great racer, as well. You handle the understeering quite nicely." Her compliment took him by surprise and a small blush creeped up onto his cheeks.

"T-thanks, same to you. Speaking of which, would you mind telling me how the hell you can drift the 3-2? It's all-wheel drive, and extremely heavy."

"Normally, I wouldn't tell anyone but the look on your face when you saw me do it changed my mind," (Y/N) smiled cheekily when his blush worsened, "There's a type of 'switch' in the drivetrain that you can flip to convert it from all-wheel drive to rear-wheel drive. It's kind of a pain in the ass to get to, but once you do you can hook it up to some wires and electrical pieces to put through your dash so it's easily accessible, and you can change it back whenever you want."

"Wow, really? That's interesting." He replied softly.

"Mhmm," she pulled out her phone to check the time before looking back up at him, "I should head home, it's late and I have to work tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, Takeshi!" She waved to him with a smile before rushing into her car.

"Uh, h-hey, wait-!" Takeshi tried getting her attention, but she had already driven off. His shoulders dropped a bit as he stared at the road she disappeared on. Takeshi was a fast racer and he felt like he had met the girl of his dreams, but he wasn't fast enough to ask her on a date.

He sat in his beloved R32 thinking of her. How far away did she live? Does she live in Shibukawa? Is she far away from Myogi? Would he ever see her again? His heart seemed to tighten at that last question. It's only been a night and he's fallen hard for her. She is friends with the SpeedStars, she said. I might be able to ask them where to find her.

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Two weeks had passed since the race between Takeshi and (Y/N) and he hadn't seen any sign of her. He traveled to Akina on a few different occasions at different times to see if he could catch her practicing the course but found nothing. He went to all the nearest street races he heard of, hoping to see her at one. He never did. Takeshi was hesitant to ask the SpeedStars where she was, since the first time he met them at the gas station, he wasn't exactly friendly with them and quite possibly left a bad impression. If he didn't see her for the next few days, he would head over to the gas station and ask them, and apologize for being a dick.

Takeshi pulled into the car park of the popular restaurant a lot of the racers go to. Heading inside, a hostess greeted him and led him to a booth next to the window, the rays of the setting sun covered buildings in a brilliant glow.

"A waiter will be right with you." She chimed before leaving. A minute later a waitress walked over to his table.

"Good evening, can I start you off with anything to- Takeshi?" the man in question turned his gaze from the window to look at the woman he's been dying to see.

"(Y/N)?" he looked up at her, surprise on his defined features.

She gave him one of her beautiful smiles and replied, "That's me! How are you? It's been a while."

"I've been fine. I didn't know you worked here either, I usually show up around this time of day." He stated, curious for an answer.

"Normally I work from seven to three but I'm covering my friend's shift tonight since she had an emergency." Takeshi hummed and nodded.

"So, what have you been up to these last couple of weeks? Anything interesting?" she asked with a small head tilt. It felt nice that it was easy to strike up a conversation between the two of them. It felt natural and not awkward like when they first met.

"Well, I've been spending a lot of time practicing on Myogi and other passes. I spend most of my time driving." And looking for you.

"That sounds fun. Maybe I should hop over to Myogi one night and see what your home course is like, and we could possibly have our rematch there too."

"You want to race me on my territory? Good luck with that." He smirked.

"How about a little bet, then? Loser takes the winner to dinner." She suggested and held her hand out.

"Deal." They shook hands and (Y/N) went back into work mode, asking what he wanted to order and bringing them out moments later. This bet worked out in Takeshi's favour whether he wins or loses; he gets to go to dinner with his crush.

I see this as an absolute win.

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The rematch was a private race that no one knew about. They decided to keep quiet about it since it was more for fun and a test of who drove an R32 better. The next day was date night, and the loser of the race was currently on his way to pick up the lady at her apartment.

Yep, Takeshi lost. It's been a while since he lost a race on his home course, but he didn't mind one bit that (Y/N) was the one to beat him. It showed him just how impressive her skills were when it came to racing a mountain pass and controlling her car. If anything, it only made him fall in love with her that much more.

Takeshi parked his car in an open spot and made his way up to her apartment door, ringing the bell. A minute after, (Y/N) walked out the door wearing her favourite outfit.

"Hi, Takeshi." She greeted him with a smile then locked the door.

"(Y/N), you look... beautiful." He said as a blush began forming on his cheeks.

"Thank you. You're looking quite handsome yourself." She winked and chuckled when his blush got worse. 'It's so cute how easily he gets flustered.'

"O-oh, uhm, t-thanks." He looked at the ground, mentally scolding himself for stuttering. In all honesty though, Takeshi is really attractive. His black button up shirt was undone and had the sleeves rolled up over his elbows, showing his defined forearms. The white t-shirt underneath was slightly form fitting and was tucked in showing the belt wrapped around his black jeans that matched his black and white converse. He was looking like a sexy rebel today, wasn't he?

"You ready to go?" Takeshi asked and (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically.

"Sure am! I get to have dinner with a cute racer." She hooked her arm in his and pulled him along the down the stairs and to the car where he drove to dinner.

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They hit it off extremely well during their date that it led them to going on two more before Takeshi asked her to go out with him. She had said yes so quickly that she believed she hasn't replied to anyone that fast before.

The new couple had just finished another date and Takeshi was driving on Myogi. It was a calm drive with comfortable silence, the whistle of the turbos and Takeshi shifting gears being the only occasional sounds besides the constant growling of the engine.

"Ya know, this is a really fun pass to race on." (Y/N) piped up, breaking the silence.

"Why's that?"

"It has a nice balance of straightaways, corners, and hairpins. Some corners are easy, some are challenging. Same goes for the hairpins. It has a combination of everything, I can see why you love it so much." Takeshi couldn't help but smile. Finally, a girl that understands the importance of having a home course that offers everything.

(Y/N) watched him drive up the rest of the way until they reached the top of Myogi. Her eyes never left his form but definitely wandered. She noted how he was wearing the same outfit he wore on their first date. She kept complimenting him and couldn't get enough of it.

"See something you like?" Takeshi asked with a smirk and looking at her through the corner of his eye.

"Staring at someone I love, actually." (Y/N) replied smoothly with a mischievous smile. She wrapped her right arm around his left one, bringing her hand to his forearm to squeeze it. In an instant, Takeshi felt all the blood rush to his dick and he mentally cursed. Fuck.

Sometimes, he hated being a guy for the sole reason of being turned on and having to deal with a dick that gives it away so damn fast. When (Y/N) continued on with trailing her hand up and down his arm, giving it the occasional squeeze, he was quickly losing his mental restraint.

He quickly pulled in an empty parking spot in the corner, blending the black R32 in with the dark surroundings. As soon as he pulled up the e-brake and unbuckled the harnesses, Takeshi leaned over the centre console and cupped (Y/N)'s face with both hands, pulling her into an almost desperate kiss.

His quick movements took her by surprise, but she easily responded to his kiss. She kissed him back just as feverishly, her hand swiftly tangling itself in his soft black hair. Takeshi groaned lowly when she tugged on his hair. (Y/N) swiped her tongue along his bottom lip asking for entrance but Takeshi kept his mouth shut and smirked.

His smirk didn't last long when (Y/N) roughly tugged on his hair and brought her free hand to his neck to lightly squeeze it as she bit his bottom lip. He shivered and moaned loudly, allowing (Y/N) to slip her tongue in. Takeshi had a dark blush form quickly over his cheeks from both their actions. He had never moaned that loudly before and found it a bit embarrassing on his part.

On the other hand, he never thought he would love for a woman to take control so easily. Takeshi believed he would always be the dominant one during sex whether he was on top or bottom, but god damn he loved the dominance his woman was displaying right now.

Their tongues fought but (Y/N) quickly won that fight. Takeshi let her do as she pleased, marking every corner of his mouth as hers. She pulled away from the kiss a few moment later and slid her hand from his neck down to his chest, pushing him to lean back in the seat. She climbed over the console and straddled his lap, Takeshi's hands holding her waist.

"So," she started, a playful smirk on her lips, "you either like having your hair pulled or being choked, maybe even both. Which is it?" she finished with whispering in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. This woman is going to be the death of him.

"Everything." He replied breathily.

"Do you want more?" she whispered again, tracing his jawline with her thumb.

"Y-yeah." He tightened his grip on her waist at the thought. (Y/N) happily obliged and left a path of feathery kisses from his ear to his neck until she found the spot near the crook of it that made his breath hitch. She focused there, kissing, biting, and sucking at it. His moans rang out, one after the other at her territorial actions. She pulled away and the spot was a dark purplish red with small traces of bite marks.

She moved to the other side of his neck, surprised to find another sensitive area that was just below the side of his jaw. (Y/N) gave the same treatment to the new spot as she did the last. Takeshi had his head leaning back against the seat, giving her more room. She could feel the vibrations his throat made as he moaned her name and groaned.

She loved how he fell apart so quickly from such simple actions as well as how vocal he was. The way his voice lowered when he groaned or slightly raised when he moaned was heavenly and it sent waves of heat straight down to her core.

When the second mark on his neck was made, she pulled away, getting a good look at him. His beautiful liquid silver eyes were clouded over. His ears, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose were tinted red with a blush. His silky blacky hair was messy and more of his bangs were ruffled over his forehead.

Takeshi was a hot mess.

She smiled affectionately and gave a series of kisses that he eagerly returned as he rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. (Y/N) took off his black button-up shirt and untucked the white t-shirt underneath. They broke the kiss so Takeshi could take it off while she did the same for her clothes. When she was left in her underwear, Takeshi eyed her up with lust filled eyes.

She pulled the lever under the seat up so Takeshi could push it as far back as it would go, giving them more leg room. (Y/N) made quick work in taking off his belt and lowering his pants. She lowered herself to the floor and palmed his hard arousal through his boxers, a low groan emanating through his throat.

She pulled his boxers down and Takeshi gave a relieved moan. With her slim fingers wrapped around the base, she started with slow pumps that had the worked-up man throw his head back against the seat with drawled out moans of her name following. (Y/N) continued her slow pace, waiting for Takeshi to beg her to do something.

Tonight, he was at her complete mercy.

Although, he has behaved wonderfully so far, which is working out in his favour. The better you behave, the more pleasure you'll receive. He brought a hand to her hair, tangling his fingers into it but wasn't able to hold it roughly due to his shaking from such euphoria. His other hand was gripping the edge of the seat so hard that his knuckles had turned white.

"(Y-Y/N) ..." He said shakily, his voice quivering as much as his body.

"Yes Takeshi?" she asked with a seductive tone that made his breath hitch.

"F-faster, p-please..." His voice cracked. (Y/N) complied and quickened her pace as Takeshi's moans resonated throughout the car. She brought her lips to the underside of his arousal and licked upward until she reached the tip. She took most of him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. She continued to use her hand for what she couldn't reach, keeping the fast pace.

Takeshi muttered that he was close to coming and (Y/N) stopped her actions, leaning back. The desperate man above her whined in protest from the denial.

"Don't worry love, you'll get it." (Y/N) hummed reassuringly. As she was pushing herself up, Takeshi weakly pointed towards the glove box of the car. She immediately understood and dug around for a second before pulling out the small package and tearing it open, sliding it down his length.

Takeshi watched as she straddled him, some strands of his hair slightly blocking his eyes. He was truly at a loss for words. He never thought he'd see the day where he became so undone under (Y/N)'s touch. He felt like he went completely numb, barely being able lift a finger and not having any feeling in his legs, yet he could feel everything she did to him so vividly.

All in one fluid motion, she had taken off her underwear and lowered herself onto his length. They moaned in unison before (Y/N) lightly wrapped her fingers around his neck with one hand and leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. She rubbed her thumb along the side of his neck in up and downward motions. When she lightly squeezed, he hummed pleasantly into the kiss. Takeshi slid his hands up her thighs to hold her hips, his grip tightening for a moment every time she lowered herself back down onto him.

As (Y/N)'s pace increased, the pressure she applied to his neck did as well. They had broken away from the kiss, their breathing getting heavy quickly. Takeshi moaned her name repeatedly as if it were the only thing he knew. His hold on her hips were rough and his nails were leaving small crescents on her skin. The vibrations she felt coming from his throat had her grip on his neck tightening just a bit more, another euphoric moan passing through the man's lips.

(Y/N) loved the way his length filled her so perfectly. The tip hit the right spot that had her eyes roll back and her back arch. When they were nearing their release, she let go of his neck, moving it to his hair. Lacing her fingers through the soft, messy strands, she tugged on it lightly and held onto his shoulder with the other hand for balance.

"Takeshi!" She screamed his name as she came, and he followed shortly after with a drawled-out moan of her name. (Y/N) placed her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. She lightly kissed Takeshi's neck, her hand caressing the other side. He rubbed her hip and pressed kisses on her head.

They sat there in comfortable silence until their breathing had returned to normal and they situated themselves with their clothes. "I don't know what you did to me," Takeshi started, "but fuck I loved every minute of it." He chuckled lightly and (Y/N) joined in.

"Seems to be that you love being the submissive one, hmm?" she gave at him a teasing smile.

"Only for you." He hooked a finger under her chin and pulled her towards him, pressing a long, passionate kiss on her lips then pulling away. "How about I get you home?"

"Only if you stay the night with me?" (Y/N) asked hopefully.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" Takeshi winked and started the car. The minute they were under the covers of (Y/N)'s bed, Takeshi pulled her towards him, her back pressing against his chest as he spooned her.

"I thought subs liked being the ones that get spooned?"

"Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep."

Takeshi Nakazato - All I Want

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

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

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

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

"Definitely."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, you." She retorted playfully.

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

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

"You good?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"The car or the pass?"

"Both, but mostly the car."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Takeshi!"

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

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

"Takeshi." She moaned.

"Louder!" he gave a sharp thrust.

"Takeshi!"

"Louder, (Y/N)!"

"TAKESHI!"

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

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

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

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

"Tak." He quietly groaned and shifted slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Falling Into My Heart - Keisuke's Ending

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, it is! Put me down!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Agreed."

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything for you, beautiful. Anything."

(Lemon)

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

No one here.

"Babe?"

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

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

That's when it hit her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was wrapped around her finger now.

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

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

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

"Louder, Keisuke."

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

"Good boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kei-Keisuke..."

"Louder, gorgeous." He thrust in deeply.

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

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

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

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

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

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.