Masterlist: Keisuke Takahashi

Masterlist: Keisuke Takahashi

Links to all stories relating to Keisuke Takahashi from Initial D.

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Lost Into the Night | Smut |

Falling Into My Heart | Love Triangle |

Falling Into My Heart (Keisuke's Ending) | Smut |

Midnight Lovers | Smut / Threesome |

I Can't Stop Lovin' You | Fluff |

Take My Soul | Angst to Happy Ending |

Kiss To Kiss

Forever Love Me

Forever Love Me (Pt. 2) | Smut |

Right Now | Lime |

Takumi Fujiwara - Forever Young

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Takumi." She moaned lightly.

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

"Takumi!"

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

"TAKUMI!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...where?"

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

"Yes."

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

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

Rin Hojo - Give Me Your Love (Pt. 2)

• Rin Hojo x Reader | Smut | (Part 1 Here!) • Word Count: 1,288. • Synopsis: In which the newly married couple have a spicy night to themselves, but before that a brother and best friend seem to hit it off over a particular red car. Ironic.

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When (Y/N) and Rin finished their wedding planning, the only thing they could do now was wait for the day to arrive. Both sides of their family showed up, (Y/N)'s best friend as well. Yes, the crazy psycho who yelled at her over the phone. She was also her bridesmaid.

Goū was Rin's best man and he wouldn't have it any other way. Goū was there for him when no one else was and stuck by him for so long even when their relationship had been a bit tense in the past. Rin caught a glance of Ryosuke who gave him a small, but proud smile. He invited Takahashi since he had played a large part in getting him to move on, leading him to (Y/N). Focusing back on reality, they waited for (Y/N) to walk down the aisle, and when she did Rin swore that she could've given him whiplash if he wasn't already looking forward.

Now, he was fully convinced his woman was an angel. He could almost see the wings on her back, and the sheer white of her dress radiated nothing but serenity. God, how lucky he was to have her. The ceremony was a wonder and the kiss, a dream.

The reception started shortly after the ceremony. Rin and (Y/N) shared a lovely slow dance, then the real party started. While they sat together, some people eating, others dancing and talking in groups, (Y/N) nudged Rin's arm and pointed towards where Goū and her best friend were.

"Looks like they're hitting it off, huh?" She wore a smile as they watched them. Her friend said something that made Goū laugh.

"To think they met all because of a car. Wow." She took a sip of her wine wiping away non-existent tears, Goū looked at her amused as she leaned closer to him. "Just a bunch of car fanatics here, let me tell 'ya." She shook her head and took a bigger sip of wine.

Goū laughed and said, "Does that include me?"

She looked at him with fake suspicion. "What car you got, pretty boy?"

His eyes widened a fraction, a light blush on his cheeks as he responded, "An NSX."

She turned her head with an impressed expression. "That red one out there?" He nodded. "Well hot damn, I like you and that car. 'Ya want to take a girl for a ride in it one day?"

She smirked flirtatiously and Goū replied coolly with, "Sure, as long as you can handle it. I'm nothing but fast and rough."

Rin and (Y/N) looked at each other and then back at the two flirting with raised eyebrows and mouths slightly open, astounded. "Damn, didn't think my little brother could be that smooth."

(Y/N) nodded, "You taught him well, love."

"I didn't teach him to flirt."

"Well, your flirts worked on me, so he learned it from somebody."

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It was nearly one in the morning when the wedding ended, the married couple sitting in the back of the limo that drove them to their hotel in the heart of Tokyo. A few minutes into the drive, (Y/N) set her hand on his thigh and turned towards him, pressing her lips on his. She moved to straddle his legs the best she could in her dress, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

The wine may not have been strong, but they did have quite a few glasses and the haze was getting to them. And so was their need for each other. Rin had one arm hooked securely around her waist, the other tangled in her hair, messing it up with each stroke.

Slowly, their kisses became more heated, hands roamed, and the distance from their hotel drew ever closer. When the limo stopped and their destination was in front them, they pulled away from the kiss, quickly getting out. Rin easily picked her up bridal style and carried her into the hotel, in the elevator and up to their room.

As much as Rin loved seeing her in the dress that made her look like a goddess, he also couldn't wait to tear it off of her. He was going to make his angel sing tonight.

As soon as they got through the door, had it shut and locked, Rin cupped her face with both hands, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She lightly moaned in delight, holding onto his wrists. He began to trail his hands down her figure and around her until his hands reached the back of her dress. He pulled down the zipper then the dress until it pooled around (Y/N)'s ankles like a heap of white snow.

They quickly took off the rest of their clothes until they were on the bed, (Y/N) on top. As they crashed their lips together, she tangled her hands in his long hair, tugging at it a bit. He lightly moaned at the sensation, and she did it again, a bit harder and his moan got louder. She smirked proudly, but that smirk was quickly cut off when she gasped. Rin left kisses and bite marks down her neck, marking her as his.

One side of her neck was left with dark hickeys and Rin firmly held onto her hips, grinding her against him. (Y/N) released a loud whimper as he groaned from the feeling of her wet heat. Her hands trailed down his upper half, her nails grazing teasingly across his skin. The more she teased, the more his pent-up arousal got to him.

Rin isn't always the most patient of men, and sometimes got impulsive by running on his emotions. This proved correct when he roughly held her hips, slamming her down onto him. Screaming in ecstasy, her head leaned back as she moaned Rin's name. That's the singing he wanted to hear.

(Y/N) had her arms around his neck, her hands clawing at his shoulder blades when he sharply thrust up further into her. Her moans filled the dimly lit room, the light reflecting off her skin. Rin's back was quickly filled with scratch marks, and she had small crescent marks along her hips.

Suddenly, Rin flipped them over, pinning (Y/N)'s wrists above her head, his thrusts becoming rougher. His deep voice groaned her name before leaving a small trail of kisses across her collarbone. In turn, she chanted his like a prayer, fueling him further.

The many sinful acts of theirs continued on for what felt like hours. They both couldn't get enough of each other. When they were driving themselves close and closer to the edge, Rin's thrusts started getting sloppy. The way (Y/N) stuttered out his name with a loud whine is what sent him over the edge and into his release. The knot in her stomach let loose as she came right after.

Breathing heavily and coming down from their high, they lied on their backs. They tiredly put on minimum clothes. Rin, wearing sweatpants and (Y/N) wearing one of his shirts that were huge on her. He loved seeing her in his clothes and he wasn't going to deny that by any means. Back in bed and with the lights off now, (Y/N) felt herself get pulled backwards, her back pressed against Rin's chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist, spooning her. His face was nuzzled in the crook of her neck as he took in the calming, sweet scent of her hair.

She hummed quietly and moved her handback to meet his that was draped over her side, entangling their fingers together. Their rings made a small sound when they touched that caused them both to smile before their drowsiness finally took over, lulling them both to sleep.

Shingo Shoji - Gold Night

• Shingo Shoji x Reader • Word Count: 943. • Synopsis: In which the NightKids go to a pub and Shingo drinks more than he can handle, becoming a plastered mess that his girlfriend has to deal with.

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When the NightKids scored a new win against a difficult team, the guys decided to celebrate by heading down to a pub the next evening. Of course, this idea was conjured in the magnificent brain of Shingo's, also claiming he can outdrink everyone and still be able to stay conscious, let alone walk. Shingo's girlfriend, however, rolled her eyes, knowing that the EG6 driver was one hell of a lightweight and would pass out after his third beer. But she wouldn't spoil that information for the guys, wanting to see their reactions and realize just how much of a baby the man really is in the drinking world. With everyone seated in a circular booth at the back of the pub, and drinks delivered, conversation started easily with the occasional sips in between.

Shingo challenged Takeshi to a drinking contest, saying, "Whoever doesn't pass out first gets to be leader of the team." (Y/N) nearly barked a laugh out, getting a half-assed glare from her boyfriend. Takeshi agreed, determined to keep his place at the top, though it's not like he had anything to worry about in the first place. They ordered several more beers to settle their feud, with one of the other guys doing a small countdown before the top two drivers started chugging. When they slammed down the last bottle, everyone waited in anticipation to see who would drop their head against the table first. With a few minutes passing quickly, Takeshi didn't seem too different, save for his cheeks becoming slightly darker and being a little slow to respond, but otherwise pretty awake and functioning. Shingo, on the other hand, was leaned back against the booth seat, his head tilted upward and staring at the ceiling before saying something with extreme slurred speech.

"What did you say?" (Y/N) asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

"I said..." a hiccup escaped before he spoke clearer, "I'm jealous of your heart 'cause it's pumping inside you and I'm not." His head lulled to the side, looking at her with an expression that made it clear he wasn't joking.

Takeshi nearly did a spit take across the table, before clamping his hand over his mouth preventing the would-be drastic incident. He looked at Shingo with an incredulous look that had (Y/N) clutch her stomach with laughter. The rest of the team barked out short laughs, all while Shingo continued to gaze at his girlfriend, appearing unfazed. "Y'know, babe, if you think this is so funny..." another hiccup, "How 'bout I just do it right here, right now, hmm?" he started to shift, fully intending on acting on his words.

"Uhm, Shin, NO!" She started to make some sound that sounded like an angry squirrel while in a panic, as she tried to get her plastered boyfriend to sit down, stay still, and not attempt to pull any dirty deeds in front of people. "Okay, time to go home." She said after several minutes of fighting him while the guys looked on in amusement. "Let's go, lightweight, move your skinny ass." She pulled him out of the booth by his arm, wrapping her other around his waist to hold him up. The rest of the team followed suit after paying, Takeshi being a gentleman and holding the door open for her. After practically carrying the man to his car, she unlocked it and he stumbled into the passenger seat, not bothering to even put his legs inside the car. Poor (Y/N) had to situate him and buckle him in like a baby in a car seat when he tapped out and started to snore. Shutting the car door, she let out a heavy sigh. "Good luck with him!" Takeshi yelled before getting in the team's designated driver's car. The others followed suit, wishing her luck with a chuckle.

Waving them off, she sat in the driver's side of the Civic, starting it up and driving back to their apartment. When they arrived, he wouldn't wake up to (Y/N)'s shaking and name calling, resulting in her having to heave him on her back and carry him up three flights of stairs. She was glad it wasn't too difficult, thanks to her job of working with heavy car parts daily (and she was a bad bitch who lifts more than Shingo could anyway). Unlocking the door and heading inside, she went straight for the bedroom and dropped him off of her back, his body flopping on the soft mattress and making no indication of waking up. Running through her night time routine quickly, she joined the passed-out man in bed, covering him up and moving an arm out of her way before laying down. Within three minutes, he managed to latch himself onto her like a leech. He mumbled something that she could barely make out as, "You're fuckin' hot in red." What she didn't know is if he was dreaming about her dressed in red, or his car.

Some hours after she fell asleep, she jolted awake from the sound of a loud thump. Looking behind her, she sees most of the covers are pulled over Shingo's side of the bed. He fell off. But did he wake up? No. The poor girl had to wrench the blankets from his form and pull them back up, rearranging them before covering herself up again and sleeping in the middle of the mattress. He'll be fine, she thought as she snuggled into the comforter, peacefully falling back asleep while spread out like a starfish. (Y/N) was going to need it, knowing the shit storm of a hangover Shingo was going to have when he woke up.

Ryosuke Takahashi - Secret Love

• Ryosuke Takahashi x M!Reader • Word Count: 1,088. • Synopsis: In which a date between Ryosuke and his partner leads them back to the Takahashi mansion for a bit of fun and early morning cuddles.

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Ryosuke always believed that he liked women. He does, but after he saw (Y/N) for the first time, talked with him, got to know him, and spent a lot of time with him, Ryosuke started falling for the man. And he fell hard. All his thoughts of (Y/N) would distract him from working on his studies for medical school and simulations for upcoming races.

This man was plaguing his mind day and night, but Ryosuke didn't mind one bit. Something about (Y/N) attracted him to such lengths, and he was unable to figure out why. He could figure out racing patterns of his opponents, come up with solutions, make predictions that always turned out correct, but (Y/N) was an enigma he couldn't solve just yet.

However, as much as he would like to talk about it like he does with simulations, giving info dumps to his teammates, he felt this was to be a more personal situation; between him and (Y/N). This sort of thing isn't very common currently, so people may not respond in a pleasant way if they found out. For now, Ryosuke would keep it to himself. Besides, he has a date to get ready for.

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Ryosuke pulled up in front of (Y/N)'s house to pick him up for their date. Said man appeared out of the front door a few moments later, locking the door and heading to the white FC, getting in the passenger seat. Ryosuke took the time he had to eye up (Y/N)'s outfit. He looked good in it.

"You're looking handsome this evening." Ryosuke said with a charming smile.

"So are you." (Y/N) replied, a light pink tinge on his cheeks. Ryosuke hummed and leaned over, leaving a small peck on (Y/N)'s lips before pulling away. Ryosuke put the car into gear, driving to their destination. The drive was calm and quiet. The relaxing purring of the FC's engine and dim sound of the radio were the only sounds they heard.

"So, where are we going?" (Y/N) asked curiously.

"A nice restaurant I came across a few days back. I'm sure you'll enjoy the view."

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Ryosuke was right, as usual. The view was astounding. It was a fancy, almost high-end styled restaurant on the top of a mountain. Ryosuke had gotten reservations and the seats they had were on the corner of the balcony. It overlooked everything. The sunset lit up the skies in brilliant hues of red, orange, and purple. Ryosuke pointed out a few mountains in the distance, Akina and Akagi being the easiest ones to spot.

(Y/N) glanced over the edge of the balcony, seeing the white FC in the corner of the parking lot. It really made him think. He was really with the White Comet of Akagi. He never thought he'd ever meet Ryosuke let alone date the man. He was more than perfect. Ryosuke is always very considerate, patient, laid back yet proper, and didn't judge (Y/N) when he confessed his feelings. Now, here they were on what was probably one of the best dates they've been on. Ryo really knows how to out do himself, doesn't he?

"So, have you thought about which car you're planning to buy?" Ryosuke pulled him from his thoughts as he took a sip of wine.

"I have, I've looked over all the specs and different builds for my top five favourites. I was hoping you'd be able to help me narrow it down to one and come with me when I get it?" (Y/N) looked expectantly at the racer, eyes sparkling.

Ryosuke smiled and nodded, "I'd enjoy that, I'm curious to find out which one you go for." The rest of the date went smoothly, with easy conversations and occasional flirtatious words and looks.

On the drive back, they were coming up to the road that goes up into Akagi. "Ryosuke?"

"Yes?"

"Could you do a run on Akagi for me? I want to see you do it." Ryosuke glanced at (Y/N) out of the corner of his eye, then changed lanes, turning onto the road that leads up to the pass. (Y/N) smiled when he stepped on the gas. Ryosuke showed him an extraordinary run; he never thought he'd get to see what it's like riding shotgun in the legendary FC with its driver.

The focus and smooth movements Ryosuke displayed were quite the sight. The intense gaze of his eyes on the road made (Y/N) weak. Ryo looked much hotter when he was like this.

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"Would you like to stay the night with me? Keisuke won't be home until tomorrow." Ryosuke asked, looking at (Y/N) for a moment before focusing back on the road when the stoplight turned green. His eyes widened a bit. Is he asking what I think he's asking? He made it clear it would just be us.

"Y-yeah, I'd like that." He blushed lightly, turning his head trying to hide it. Ryosuke smiled and hummed softly. When they arrived at the mansion, Ryosuke held the door open, letting (Y/N) go first and he thanked him. They took their shoes off and (Y/N) moved to the living room while Ryosuke fixed up some tea. Ryo sat down next to him, handing over a glass.

They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the warm tea until Ryosuke hooked a finger under (Y/N)'s jaw moving it to face him. Tilting his head a bit, Ryosuke gave small, gentle kisses that (Y/N) happily returned. The small caresses Ryo left on his cheek and neck had him hum into the kiss.

"Would you like to take this to my room?" Ryosuke asked.

"Yeah." (Y/N) replied and nodded lightly.

The tea was long forgotten and turned cold as the couple enjoyed themselves behind the closed door of Ryosuke's room.

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The small beams of light slipped in past the curtains, stirring the couple from their sleep. They cuddled up to each other further, nearly falling back asleep, but the light wouldn't let them. It only got brighter, which finally woke them up. They smiled tiredly, giving a good morning kiss to each other.

Ryosuke sat up and stretched. Just as he moved to get out of bed, (Y/N) wrapped an arm around his stomach, pulling him back. He made a sound of protest which made Ryosuke chuckle. He mentally shrugged, lying back down to cuddle his man. It's not like they had anywhere to go today anyways. What's a few more minutes hours of cuddling going to do?

Nobuhiko Akiyama - Hi Love

• Nobuhiko Akiyama x Reader | Fluff | • Word Count: 905. • Synopsis: In which a plan of surprise is hatched and (Y/N) gets help from her boyfriend's cousin to set it all in motion.

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(Y/N)'s small plan was about to be set in motion. She was in a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend, and it wasn't often that they got to see each other. She wanted to surprise him with a sudden visit and got help from his cousin to pull it all together. Wataru subtly changed around his cousin's plans so he had an open day with nothing to do. It was a pain to do, seeing as how smart the guy was, and it was even harder to not let anything slip when he had the faint suspicion that Wataru was up to something. In the end, it worked successfully and the day for (Y/N) to make an appearance was at hand.

Wataru picked her up from the train station after her several hour ride and drove her straight to Nobuhiko's. When they arrived, Wataru dropped her off a short distance before her boyfriend's house, a small precaution that he didn't hear or see Wataru's Levin. (Y/N) quickly and quietly walked up the front door and rang the bell. She waited a minute before it opened revealing her very surprised boyfriend.

"(Y/N)?" he tilted his head cutely.

"Nobu!" she exclaimed and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"To surprise you," she kissed his cheek, "and spend time with you." (Y/N) smiled when he pushed his glasses up. He led her inside, gently holding her hand. She missed the feeling of his soft hands, seeing an equally soft smile grace his lips when he glanced at her. He was too cute for his own good.

The couple settled themselves on the couch and (Y/N) cuddled into his side, her arms wrapped around his stomach. Nobuhiko had an arm around her back, his hand lightly squeezing her waist, his other still holding hers.

He asked how long she had been planning her surprise, (Y/N) replying with, "A few weeks, and I may have had some help from your cousin." She gave him a childish smile when he muttered how he knew Wataru was up to something. He asked her how she's been since the last time they met and what she's been up to. She replied how everything was as boring and normal as it gets. Being graduated for over a year, she got up early for work instead of school, heading home at the end of the day or spending a few free hours with her friends.

But what she really wanted to do for the rest of her days, was spend time with her boyfriend. Especially with how little they get to see each other. Being in a long-distance relationship was hard sometimes, but getting to see each other after a while apart was definitely worth it.

The couple spent hours in the main room talking. Nobuhiko told her of his team's recent races and their outcomes as well as how his daily life had been for the past several months. She would in turn tell him about everything that went on for her during the same time. Somewhere in between ended up (Y/N) straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his sides, and her head resting on his shoulder.

He picked up a book on the small table to the side and as he read, he slowly, little by little, pushed his glasses down towards the tip of his nose. Waiting for (Y/N) to realize, he had to hide the smile that was threatening to creep onto his lips so he wouldn't give it away.

She was reading silently along with him, her eyes flicking back and forth as she read the words on the pages. He glanced down at her a few times, seeing how fixated she was on the book. Nobuhiko made small movements in attempt to grab her attention. Small shifts in movement, lightly scratching his nose, giving a small sigh here and there. After his third sigh, she finally picked up that something was bothering him. She looked up and was about to ask what the matter was until she saw the placement of his glasses.

Nobu finally let his smile appear as she cooed so cutely and hugged him a little tighter. She smiled childish as she giggled out how adorable he looked and ruffled his hair. He chuckled lightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

When the sun had finally set and late evening had come around, the couple were snuggled together under the soft blankets of his bed. Nobuhiko's light blue glasses had been set on the night stand minutes ago, much to (Y/N)'s dismay, however, she would rather them be intact by the next day than to be broken while he slept and she wouldn't get to see him in them for a while as they got fixed.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she moved slightly closer to him, a soft hand moving to settle on the back of his neck as she pulled him in for a series of loving kisses. She smiled when she heard his pleased hums, his own smile forming on his soft lips. His hand lightly slid over her waist, settling there to keep a light, comforting hold on her.

They whispered soft words to each other between the kisses that slowly became tired. They exchanged a quiet "I love you," before sleep had finally fallen over them, leaving the couple tangled in each other's arms.