Falling Into My Heart - Takeshi's Ending

Falling Into My Heart - Takeshi's Ending

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But Takeshi." She drawled out his name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When did you plan this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where?"

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

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

"Six."

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

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

"Takeshi..." She slowly started.

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

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

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

"And those are?" she tilted her head.

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

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

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

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

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

So, she threw it at him.

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

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

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

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

"Because it was hilarious."

"No. No it wasn't."

"Whatever you say."

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

"(Y/N)?"

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

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

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

(Lemon)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Takeshi..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goū Hojo - Night Fever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goū was most definitely a tits kind of guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"In your dreams, hot shot."

Shingo Shoji - Make Up Your Mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"An EG6."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great, now I'm really fucked.

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

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

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

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

"You alright?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Why the hell is she back here?" Shingo glared at her then saw the sticker on the rear window of her S15. "You can't be serious," he sighed.

"As serious as it gets, Shingo. Suck it." She smirked, crossing her arms. Some of the guys chuckled behind her.

"Listen, smartass. Just because you beat me in a race, doesn't mean you're going to beat everyone else you go against. You got lucky. That's it." Shing said with annoyance.

"I beat you from skill. Let's also not forget the fact that you purposely hit my car to get an advantage. Then you thought brake checking me would work, so I gave you a taste of your own fuckin' medicine. I won because you like to fuck up. That's not my fault." She argued back.

(Y/N) thought she made a good point, seeing as he didn't reply, only scoffing and walking back to his car. She sighed and turned around, "Why do I feel like this going to happen a lot more often?"

She sat on the hood of her car, quietly mumbling complaints to herself. She failed to notice Shingo staring at with what started as a harsh glare, that softened to a smaller, barely noticeable one. He was contemplating why the girl was always on his mind. It annoyed him that he couldn't come up with a satisfying answer.

He hated her as much as he hated Nakazato. At least that's what he thought. He didn't feel that way when he lost the race; if anything, he was impressed that she won and handled herself the way she did.

So, why the hell was he still being a dick to her?

Shingo forgot he was still staring at (Y/N), only realizing when he made eye contact with her and noticed her confused expression. She wondered why he had been staring at her so intently for the last few minutes. He quickly averted his gaze and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it.

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Two weeks passed after the ordeal with Shingo and (Y/N)'s argument, and tonight was a practice night for the team. (Y/N) was the last to go, pulling her car up to the start line and revving it as the countdown started. When 'go' was heard, she took off down the pass, her time being recorded along the way.

She raced down the mountain with no mistakes, drifting around the corners flawlessly until she passed the finish line. She got out of the S15 and talked with Takeshi and a few others until the rest of the guys with the checkpoint times came down.

"Nice going (Y/N), you beat Shingo's time by five seconds!"

"Awesome!" She smiled proudly.

Shingo scoffed, "Great, yet another thing she can do so well. Let's all praise her for those extra five seconds."

"Jealous again, Shingo? If you drove as good as you get jealous, then maybe you'd be faster than me." She retorted smugly. He gave an annoyed "Tch," getting his car and slamming the door in the process.

He's got a serious problem, honestly.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going home. I'm not gonna argue with him again. See you next week!" She waved to the rest of the team and they bid her a good night. As she drove home, she started thinking, I still don't get why he hates me. Is it cause I'm a girl? That I beat him on multiple occasions? Why the hell does he loathe me so much? It's just a race, it doesn't actually matter whether you win or lose.

She turned onto the main road of the city, driving through the lit-up streets. He'd be a lot cuter than he already is if he wasn't such an ass... wait. Now she was confusing herself. Sure, she thought he was cute before he opened his mouth, but did she really think he still was even after all of his bullshit?

Is that why he hates me so much? Guys always have a weird way of hating girls when they like them.' She thought, and then she laughed. 'If that's what it is, then man does he have a huge crush on me.

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It's been a month with no arguing from Shingo and (Y/N). They haven't seen each other during that time either, save for the few practice runs, but they stayed far from the other. (Y/N) wanted to take a night drive and have some time to herself on Myogi. She was sat on the hood of her car, taking in the view below. It was beautiful seeing the city lights amongst the night sky. It was a nice change of pace and relaxing, especially when all she's been doing was arguing with a Civic fanatic. She almost forgot how lovely peace and quiet was.

Right then and there, her me time was ruined. Speak of the devil... The familiar sound and colour of an EG6 turned around the corner and slowed down, pulling on to the shoulder of the road.

Great, the one time I get a chance for quiet, he's got to come around and ruin it.

Before Shingo shut off his car, the headlights illuminated the black S15 and he noticed something was off. The white stripe on the side was red now. And it looked like the same shade as his car. Strange. He turned off the car and got out.

Still sitting on the hood, (Y/N) turned towards him, "What do you want, Shingo?"

"I want to know why you keep pissing me off even when you're not around me."

She sighed, "And how can I possibly be doing that when we haven't talked to each other in a month?"

"It's not just this month, it's been like this since you first showed up. Ever since you joined the team, something about you bothers the hell out of me."

"Well, that's not my fault. You just have a natural hatred for people," she snickered before teasingly adding, "or maybe, you act like you hate me so much because you like me. Guys tend to do that when they're majorly crushing on a girl, don't worry." She waved her hand with a smirk.

Shingo stammered over his words, trying to come up with a response to reject her words, but he failed miserably. "I do not" was all he could say, comically turning his head to hide the blush he could feel creeping onto his cheeks.

"Mhmmm. Okay sweetie, keep telling yourself that." Her smirk got wider. "If it makes you feel any better, I found you pretty cute when I first saw you," she added a lower voiced, "until you opened your mouth, but you know," and shrugged.

"I'm not cute..." he argued, and his expression was that of a child about to throw a tantrum. (Y/N) got off the car and walked over to him, stopping when she stood close in front of him.

"That blush says otherwise, Shin." His eyes widened a fraction at the nickname, and more so when she closed the distance, pulling him in for a kiss. Shingo eased into the kiss quickly, putting a hand on her hip and the other at the back of her neck, turning her around to press her against his Civic.

They pulled away nearly a minute later with slightly laboured breaths. "So," (Y/N) started, "if we're going to date now, I'm the boss of this relationship."

Shingo laughed, "What makes you think that's going to happen?"

"I did beat you twice. I deserve it." (Y/N) smirked, her hands resting on her hips.

"Hardly a good reason, try again." He mirrored her smirk, challenging her.

"Because I'm not a flustered bottom like you!" she snickered.

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm the complete opposite!"

"Yeah, sure. How about this... who ever reaches the bottom of the mountain first, gets to be the boss. Deal?"

"Whatever."

(Y/N) proceeded to scurry to her car, harness herself in and turn it on, taking off down the pass. Shingo didn't take her proposal seriously at first and he was left scrambling to catch up. "Shit!"

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(Y/N) drove up to the top of Akina to see the start of the race between Takeshi and Takumi. She parked her car next to the rest of the team. She got out and they greeted her as she made her way over.

"I like the new colour of the stripe, it looks nice." One of them said.

"Thanks!"

"What made you change it?" another guy piped up.

"Uhh..." (Y/N) hesitated on her answer for a moment. Shingo came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"So, it was based off my car wasn't it, babe?" he smirked teasingly.

"Well... maybe. Yeah." Her cheeks started to turn pink.

He chuckled, "Cute."

"Don't you guys hate each other?" one of the guys asked with both a confused and amused expression.

"Eh, not anymore. He's still a pain in my ass, though." (Y/N) lightly punched Shingo's arm. He led her back to his car to sit on the hood.

"You're the pain in the ass, remember babe?" he chuckled.

"In your dreams, Civic fucker."

"I'll be sure to fuck you in my Civic if you keep it up." Shingo whispered in her huskily and her eyes widened.

When she looked at him, he winked and gave her a quick kiss before acting like nothing happened.

Clever bastard.

Kenji - Lonely Love

• Kenji x Reader • Word Count: 1,852. • Synopsis: In which Kenji is a simp and finally gets a girlfriend.

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She's so damn gorgeous... why does she have to be so pretty?

"There he goes again. Staring at the waitress like always." Iketani said as him, Itsuki and Takumi watched Kenji hopelessly stare at the waitress by the front counter.

"I'm starting to think we're only coming here more often just so he can stare at her." Itsuki huffed.

"Well, what can you say? The guy looks like he found his soulmate or something. Look at him." Iketani gestured a hand towards Kenji. Completely in a daze, he doesn't even notice the other guys talking about him or anyone else around them. His eyes are gleaming as he watches the girl walk around helping customers and bringing out their food.

"So, you think he's gonna ask her out?" Takumi piped up.

"No way! We're not letting that happen! He's a Lonely Driver like us and he's going to stay that way or so help me...!" Itsuki argued.

"But you're dating Kazumi, Itsuki." Takumi replied nonchalantly.

"H-hey! We aren't officially dating, you know! That means I'm still a Lonely Driver." He hmphed and crossed his arms, facing away from Takumi.

"She's so... pretty." Kenji mumbled with a lovesick smile on his face. All three of the boys groaned and put their heads on the table.

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I know I look like I'm desperate, but I can't help it, Kenji thought as he once again pulled into the parking lot of Family's restaurant. This time he might be able to actually talk to the girl since he's by himself.

No guys to bother me and no one to look at me weird. Just as long as I don't mess it up or make myself look like an idiot, I'm good! Walking inside and getting to his table right away, he 'subtly' looked around for the waitress. A few seconds later he sees her walk out of the kitchen doors and to a table, carrying a few plates of food.

When she turned his direction and walked towards him, he quickly looked away and tried to look natural. Key word: tried.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N), I'll be your waitress today. Any kind of drink I can start you off with?" She said with the most beautiful voice he's ever heard.

"You can be mine any day." He said to himself, and it wasn't a whisper.

"Oh, really?" Kenji stopped with wide eyes before looking up at her. Did I really just that out loud? Crap. Luckily, she didn't have a disgusted look on her face but rather an amused one.

"Uh... I, umm." He fumbled over his words, unsure what to say.

"You come here a lot, don't you? I've seen you around a few times with your friends, yeah?" She asked, making the conversation less awkward.

"Yeah, we do. We don't really do anything with our lives unless it involves cars and racing, really." (Y/N) chuckled and Kenji blushed.

"You and your friends are street racers?" He nodded in response. "Maybe you could take me to one sometime? It sounds fun." She gave him a sweet smile as she ripped a piece of paper with something written on it and placed it on the table. Kenji turned his gaze to the paper with a hopeful gleam and mentally cheered when he saw a phone number on it.

"Y-yeah, definitely! That would be awesome! There's one this Saturday night at ten if you're up for it."

"Sounds great! I could meet you just outside the parking lot here at eight?"

"Perfect, I'll see you then!"

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"Well, looks like lover boy is here." Iketani said as the boys watched Kenji pull into the gas station.

"Honestly, doesn't he have anything better to do than hang out at a gas station for hours?" Itsuki shook his head disappointedly.

"I'm surprised he's here and not at the restaurant staring at his crush and drooling all over the table." Iketani shrugged.

"Hey! I can hear you, morons!" Kenji yelled as he got out of his 180SX.

"You're one to talk Iketani. You looked just like him when you were drooling over Mako and calling her a goddess." Takumi said as he scratched the back of his head.

"Wha- hey! Shut up, man! You're supposed to be on our side." He deadpanned. All Takumi did was shrug and stare at something as Itsuki and Kenji laughed.

"At least I'm the one who has a date tonight, while you three continue to be Lonely Drivers." Kenji crossed his arms proudly.

"WHAT?!" Itsuki screeched. "You can't do this to us, Kenji! This goes against the Lonely Driver's code, you fool! You're breaking rules!"

"Bold of you to assume I was a part of your sad club to begin with." He chuckled. "Besides, Takumi has a girlfriend and I don't hear you complaining to him."

"Yeah, well..." Itsuki trailed off, not being able to come up with a good argument. "I will when I think of a good time to yell at him!" He piped up.

"Yeah, sure you will." Kenji hung around the gas station for a few hours, talking with the guys before he cut the conversation short with, "Nice talking with you guys, but I have a date to get ready for, so I'll see ya later." He waved as he walked over to his car and left. Iketani and Itsuki were huddled up and grumbling to each other, while Takumi was the only real one working. Yuichi watched the whole ordeal from the window and laughed, saying, "Kids these days."

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(Y/N) arrived at the restaurants parking lot on time and Kenji showed up not a minute later. "Hey Kenji, how are ya?" She greeted with a smile as she got in the car.

"Doing great, how about you?" He smiled happily.

"I'm just fine, thank you."

"Hell yeah, you are." (Y/N) giggled at his clever response. They chatted on their way to the mountain the race was taking place on. He was surprised to hear her talk about all kinds of cars, their parts, and how tuning them in different ways would work best for them. He didn't expect her to be this knowledgeable about cars. If anything, this made him mentally fanboy as much as Itsuki does out loud. It almost scares him. Luckily, none of the guys could make it since they all worked the night shift today, so, Kenji and (Y/N) had tonight's race all to themselves.

Finding an empty spot at one of the hairpins, Kenji parked the car and they got out. Kenji decided to see just how much she knew about cars and tested her as they waited for the racers to speed past the hairpins. Least to say, he was shocked how she nailed all of them. She even explained some things he didn't even know were possible to do to a car.

"You're amazing." He said dreamily.

"Thanks Kenji, so are you." She smiled and playfully nudged his side.

"Heh, thanks." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. The sound of engines and squealing tires pulled their attention to the road. The cars drifted around the corner and once they passed (Y/N) quickly said, "The S15 is going to win."

"How do you know?" Kenji asked quizzically.

"Did you see the way it drifted around the corner? The angle it maintained gave it the advantage of a faster acceleration after coming out of the corner compared to the other car. It put quite a gap between the two. Since there isn't much course left and the hairpins are the same size, he would just repeat the process, putting even more distance between them when he pulls out of the corners and quickly accelerates making more of a gap and winning from it." (Y/N) explained and Kenji's mouth was open in shock as he stared at her.

"Marry me."

"How about we start with the dating process first?" She chuckled. He nodded eagerly with a blush back on his cheeks.

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Kenji pulled into the gas station, parking behind Iketani's S13. As Kenji got out, the guys greeted him.

"Hey man... who's that?" Iketani looked back at Kenji's 180 seeing the passenger door open. Itsuki's eyes nearly popped out when he saw who it was.

"My girlfriend."

"Your... what?" Itsuki asked.

"Girl. Friend. It's clearly a word the both of you don't understand yet since you don't have one." Kenji smirked as he leaned against his car. Iketani and Itsuki gave him a deadpanned stare and you could hear Yuichi chuckling in the background. (Y/N) walked over to them and gave a small wave and introduced herself, the guys doing so in return.

"By the way, I am no longer a part of your Lonely Driver club." Kenji added and Itsuki slumped down with a groan.

"Come on, Kenji you can't leave us alone like this! I mean yeah, she's gorgeous and all, but we're the Lonely Drivers! We don't need girlfriends!" He puffed back up, trying to look prideful. (Y/N) looked between them, amused, while Kenji looked completely unimpressed.

"Well, if that's all you got to say, we're gonna head out now." He gave them a smug smile and got in the car, (Y/N) following along, giving the guys a nice smile and wave. Itsuki gave her a dreamy smile and Iketani walked up to Kenji. "Where are you two going?"

"On a date, while you get to hang out with Takumi and Itsuki."

"Kenji, don't be mean." (Y/N) lightly scolded him. Iketani waved his hand,

"Nah, it's all good. I got a date with Mako in a couple days anyway. But Itsuki doesn't have to know that." He smirked.

"You two made up then?" Kenji asked.

"Yep, we're doing great so far. Just don't let Talksalot over there know about any of this. I'll never hear the end of it." Iketani shook his head slightly.

"I gotcha buddy, I'll see you around." They nodded to each other before Kenji drove away from the gas station. "So, those are the guys for you. I'm still not wrapping my head around why you wanted to meet them; they're just a bunch of nerds."

"So are you." She teased.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved his hand aimlessly.

"I was thinking about how you said you wanted to upgrade your car a bit. I came up with quite a few ideas of what you could do to it to make it faster and handle better with a lot more stability." (Y/N) began listing off everything she came up with, still surprising Kenji from time to time with certain things. The rest of the drive mainly consisted of tuning and other car topics. My god, she's perfect. I still don't know how the hell I managed to get her, but damn I'm sure glad I did.

"You know, if you keep it up with all that car talk, I'll have no choice but to marry you. You better watch it." He warned lightheartedly. (Y/N) simply laughed with that beautiful voice and Kenji couldn't help but smile.

She's one hell of a perfect woman.

Initial D Masterlist

Links to separate masterlists for each character in Initial D.

Date Last Updated: 2nd of April, 2024.

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

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Headcanons

Keisuke Takahashi

Ryosuke Takahashi

Takumi Fujiwara

Takeshi Nakazato

Shingo Shoji

Itsuki Takeuchi

Koichiro Iketani

Kenji

Kyoichi Sudo

Rin Hojo

Go Hojo

Wataru Akiyama

Nobuhiko Akiyama

Bunta Fujiwara

Mako Sato

Sayuki

Mako Sato - Breathless Night

• Mako Sato x M!Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 1,144. • Synopsis: In which a late-night drive in the cool weather leads the couple to heat things up in a hotel room.

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It's a cool night, (Y/N) thought as he drove along the winding roads of Akina, Mako sitting beside him. The windows were rolled down, allowing the cool, night breeze to move freely throughout the car. Mako looked over at him with a soft, fond smile. She watched how fluidly (Y/N) controlled his (F/C) as he tore up the roads.

"(Y/N), can we stop over there? I want to see the view of the city from here." She asked softly and (Y/N) pulled over onto the side of the road. The couple got out of the car and sat on the hood, sitting close to one another. The view was beautiful from Akina. The small, twinkling lights of the city below and the silhouettes of the mountains in the distance. It was almost ethereal.

"You alright, Mako?" he asked gently, slowly entwining his fingers with hers.

"Yeah. Everything is perfect." She inhaled and sighed calmly, a peaceful smile gracing her beautiful features.

Looking away from the view, they met each other's gaze and slowly leaned in towards each other. (Y/N) slid his hand around to hold the back of her neck. Their lips brushed against each other's for a moment before they closed the distance. Moving in sync, their lips molded together like two pieces of a puzzle.

Mako slid her tongue across his bottom lip and he lightly muttered her name. He opened his mouth and their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance rather than a fight for dominance. She moved to straddle his lap, a small moan escaping her lips. Mako pushed him down to lie on the hood as their kisses became rougher and more passionate.

She blushed lightly when she felt his length brush against her inner thigh. She trailed her hand down his stomach until her hand lied over his arousal. He sighed deeply from the touch and lowered his hand from her back to just above her ass. He had come back to his senses, realizing where they were and that someone, most likely a racer could drive by and see them.

"Mako, we shouldn't do this here," she also came out of her daze, the blush on her cheeks getting darker with realization, "but I know somewhere we can go, if you want?" (Y/N) suggested, his breaths becoming calmer.

Mako nodded and got off of the hood, "Sounds good, how fast can you get there?" she smirked and winked seductively.

"Faster than any race I've been in, babe." He quickly pecked her on the lips, and they got in the car before taking off. The (F/C)'s tyres screeched as (Y/N) drifted around corners, getting to the bottom of the pass faster. Back on city streets, he drove quickly through them before turning a corner to their destination: a hotel. Once the car was parked, the couple got out and headed for the doors of the hotel. Checking in and going to their room, they both could feel the anticipation building up with each step.

(Y/N) unlocked the door and immediately pulled Mako into a rough kiss. He picked her up and walked through the door, Mako kicked it shut and flicked the lock. He pinned her to the nearest wall and pulled away from the kiss to attack her neck. Gasps and moans escaped past her lips, strongly encouraging (Y/N) to continue. He painted the sides of her neck with shades of red and purple, the marks being in places that would surely be difficult to hide without makeup.

He set her down and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall onto the floor. Mako made quick work of his shirt and pants that joined her dress in a small pile. Left in their underwear, she was picked up once again and carried to the bed. (Y/N) unclipped her bra and slid it off, exposing her soft breasts. He took one in his mouth, his tongue pleasing the soft bud. Bringing the free hand, he wasn't balancing on, to the heat between her legs, he slipped two fingers in easily. The coolness of his fingers mixing with her warm wetness had sent a shiver down her spine, a soft moan following. By the time he switched to her other breast, she was well prepared with the stimulation his skilled fingers gave.

(Y/N) pulled away a minute later, pulling her underwear off completely, leaving her exposed to him. Sitting up, Mako slides his boxers down, his hard length no longer confined. She motioned for him lie on the bed before crawling over to him and lowering herself to take all of him in one fluid motion. They loudly moaned each other's name and (Y/N) stayed still, allowing Mako to adjust to his size.

She gave a few test movements and sighed at the pleasant feeling. Mako began to move her hips with slow up and downward motions, before going faster until she found a steady rhythm. (Y/N) had a rough grip on her hips as she rode him, his breaths quickly becoming ragged.

He started to thrust up every time Mako came down, making the experience truly euphoric. Her nails dug into the muscles on his stomach, leaving small crescent marks. Her moans rang out like a symphony as she begged him to go faster, her legs getting tired. (Y/N) held her hips steady and quickened his thrusts from below her. She had her head back and eyes closed, sighing, and moaning with pleasure.

Her walls tightened around him as she got closer to her release. She came not a minute later, a scream of his name escaping her throat. (Y/N) pulled out and Mako turned around, getting on her hands and knees, lowering her top half. She arched her back, allowing more of her ass to show. He moved to line himself up and slowly pushed in, making sure she was fine until he was fully sheathed. He pulled out and pushed back in slowly to test the waters and received a pleased moan when he did.

He started out with slow thrusts that steadily increased in pace. Mako moaned whenever he gave a sharp, deep thrust occasionally. Her heavy breathing sounded throughout the room and (Y/N)'s speed increased. He grabbed her hips and held them roughly, thrusting deeper. She loudly moaned his name as he came, filling her completely. He groaned out hers at the same time, slowly coming down from his high.

When he pulled out, Mako gave a small whine from the now empty feeling. They lied down as they caught their breath, Mako resting her head on his chest. He pulled her closer into a hug, that she gladly returned with a hum. She placed a hand on his cheek, having him look down at her as she placed a series of soft kisses on his lips before they soon fell asleep.