Sebastian And Ciel Relationship Headcanons.

Sebastian and Ciel Relationship Headcanons.

Sebastian Michaelis.

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

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

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

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

Will give you little presents from time to time.

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

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

This boy will literally love you for eternity.

Ciel Phantomhive.

Being an earl has it perks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This blue eyed boy will do anything to protect you.

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

Won’t want to bring you on cases.

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

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

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.

Bunta Fujiwara - Wait For You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ha, ha. You're funny."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"...kumi."

"Takumi!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You need more decorations in here."

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

She recognized both; they were at the gas station.

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

"The left one."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bunta."

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

"Bunta!"

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

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

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

"Uh-huh. Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Falling Into My Heart - Keisuke's Ending

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, it is! Put me down!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Agreed."

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything for you, beautiful. Anything."

(Lemon)

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

No one here.

"Babe?"

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

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

That's when it hit her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was wrapped around her finger now.

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

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

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

"Louder, Keisuke."

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

"Good boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kei-Keisuke..."

"Louder, gorgeous." He thrust in deeply.

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

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

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

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

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

Mako Sato & Sayuki - Rock Me to the Top

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Switch?" Sayuki looked towards Mako.

"Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

Ryosuke Takahashi - Burning Desire

• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 2,237. • Synopsis: In which the return home from a date night with Ryosuke turns into a drive of building passion that escalates to a burning desire as soon as they reach the Takahashi mansion.

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Another fabulous date night with Ryosuke. (Y/N) smiled as she leaned her head on his shoulder, their arms intertwined as they walked back to his glistening white FC. Ryosuke had taken her a new restaurant that opened up on the peak of Akagi. It was quite a fancy one and a bit pricy to her, yet it was nothing but normal for Ryosuke. The drive up the mountain that was his home course had beautiful scenery, even at night. Seeing the lights down below that illuminated Takasaki was like seeing the stars reflection over a still lake. The restaurant itself wasn't too large considering it sat near the edge of the mountain, but the building inside and out was beautiful. Ryosuke had seats reserved on the balcony that overlooked the entire city below it.

He really knows how to out-do himself with each date, doesn't he?

"Ryosuke, you know you don't have to keep taking me to all these expensive places, right? A simple walk on the beach, trail in the forest, or even sitting in a café with you and a coffee is enough for me." (Y/N) scolded lightly, her smile still on her lips.

"I'm aware, love, however I enjoy doing this for you. You rarely go out to new places or try new restaurants, I thought it would be nice to get you out to experience something new once in a while." The raven-haired man explained honestly, reassuring her it wasn't a problem.

"I don't go out these places when I can make it at home and for cheaper too, Ryo." He chuckled; she was too cute.

When they reached the FC, Ryosuke lightly tugged on her arm when she moved to go to the passenger side. She looked him quizzically as he sat in the driver side. Looking up at her, he pat his lap with a small smirk. "Come on, love." (Y/N)'s eyes widened, and her mouth fell agape slightly.

"Uh, o-okay." She slowly got in, careful of the limited space she had to move around. Ryosuke wrapped a strong arm around her waist, sitting her down on his lap. He lifted her legs with other arm, turning her sideways and resting her legs over the center console.

"How exactly are you going shift gears with me like this?" if his car were automatic it would be easy, he'd only have to use the pedals. With her legs in front of the shifter, it would be more difficult to drive, right?

"You doubt me, darling." He winked as he started the car. The familiar purr of the engine was heard bringing a sense of comfort, helping her relax. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers clasping together to rest on his shoulder. Ryosuke smoothly drove out of the parking lot and onto the pass. (Y/N)'s worries about the drive quickly dissipated, his driving always calmed her down. Her head rested on his shoulder and her fingers weaved through his hair in a repeating manner.

Ryosuke hummed lightly at the relaxing feeling, a gentle smile gracing his features. When they reached the longest straightaway of the pass, Ryosuke brought his hand from the shifter to (Y/N)'s jaw. She lifted her head and he turned her towards him, crashing their lips together. He would get small glances of the road as they kissed until he pulled away to focus on the winding corners nearing the bottom of Akagi.

When they got to the main roads of Takasaki, (Y/N) left a trail of kisses along his neck. Ryosuke groaned when she moved and grinding against him. Stopping at the stop light, he nipped at her neck, a gasp escaping past her lips.

"Keep teasing me and you're going to get punished, naughty girl." He cooed in her ear before pulling away with a smirk and glint in his eyes. (Y/N)'s cheeks turned red and she nodded lightly. The light turned green and Ryosuke continued driving. Withing a few minutes, he parked the FC in the driveway of the mansion. Keisuke's car nowhere to be seen. Good. He thought as they got out of the car, heading to the front door.

The moment the front door was locked, and the couple had their shoes off, Ryosuke picked up (Y/N), pinning her against the wall. He left hickeys all around her neck, nipping at her soft skin causing her to gasp.

"Ryosuke!" She yelped his name from the slight sting.

"If you think you can tease me like that and get away with it, oh how wrong you are, sweetheart." Ryosuke cooed in her ear, his tone low and husky had sent shivers down her spine. She's never seen him like this before, but she certainly wasn't complaining. She could only imagine what he had planned for her.

Ryosuke pulled her away from the wall and lifted her up, carrying her bridal style to his room. Once inside and with the door shut, he locked it before setting her down near the bed. "Now... we're going to do this my way, love. If you're a good girl, you'll be rewarded. Be a naughty girl... and you get punished. Understand, darling?" He said seductively, his deep voice unwavering as he ghosted his fingers along her cheek and jaw.

"Yes, Ryosuke." (Y/N) answered eagerly.

"Good girl." He pressed his soft lips onto hers for a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips molded together perfectly as they moved in sync. Ryosuke trailed his hands along her soft skin until they reached the back of her dress, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. (Y/N) hummed into the kiss after he took off her bra and gave her breasts a squeeze before resuming the trail down her body. His hands slipped underneath her underwear and he smirked when he gave her ass a firm squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss first, slipping her underwear off completely then urging her to lie on the bed. Ryosuke couldn't help but take in his love's appearance. Everything about her was simply perfect. She is the finest work of art he could ever hope to lay eyes on. He took hold of her wrists, holding them above her head as he pulled out handcuffs from god knows where, cuffing her wrists around the small poles of the headboard.

She made a noise of protest and Ryosuke's smirk widened. (Y/N) watched as he undid his tie, her eyes widening when he brought it to her eyes, wrapping it around her and tying it. "They say when you lose one of your senses the others become heightened. So, if you can't see, the things you feel and hear will be much more... enhanced." He hummed in satisfaction and ran his fingers from the bottom of her jaw down to her ankles.

(Y/N) squirmed under his touch. Ryosuke brought his hands back up to her thighs and traced circles on them with his thumbs. With each circle he slowly made his way closer to her arousal.

"Ryo... please." She whimpered and rubbed her thighs against his hand in an attempt to get the friction she wanted.

"Please what? You have to be more specific, love." She knew he had a smirk on his gorgeous face with the tone he spoke with.

"I want you, Ryosuke." (Y/N) sighed out her words lightly that it was almost a whisper.

"And you'll have me, darling. But let's not get too hasty. We should take our time and enjoy this, shouldn't we, love?"

Ryosuke's smirk changed to a pleased smile after sliding a finger in and hearing a loud hum from his lover. He started his movements with a slow pace. When he gradually got faster, he slipped in a second finger, earning him a small moan from (Y/N).

Once he put in a third finger and gave a few quick thrusts, (Y/N) instinctively bucked her hips with a moan. Ryosuke immediately withdrew his fingers and she whined.

"What did I say about being a good girl, (Y/N)?" His tone was firm and unwavering.

"I'm s-sorry. I-I'll be good." Apologizing quickly, she tried to hold herself still through all the small twitches she made. Ryosuke hummed quietly as he licked his finger clean. She heard him get off the bed and strip himself of his clothes, dropping them to the floor. The bed sank down again under his weight as he got back on and moved towards her. He stopped when their hips lined up, his hard member rubbing lightly against her arousal.

"What was it you wanted me to do to you again, love? It seemed to have slipped my mind." Ryosuke leaned down to kiss her collarbones and chest with a smirk gracing his features. (Y/N) mumbled a response that he couldn't make out.

"What was that? You're going to need to speak up, darling."

"I want you to fuck me, Ryosuke!" She said, getting out some of her pent-up frustration.

"That wasn't hard, now was it?" he slowly pushed his length, (Y/N) moaning his name until he was fully sheathed inside of her. He stopped for a moment to let her adjust to the size of his girth before pulling nearly completely out and thrusting back in.

Ryosuke set the pace of his thrusts that was at just the right speed mixed with the right amount of roughness that had their hips snapping together with every thrust the man gave. She would occasionally feel his hot breath on her neck and the shiver-worthy sensation of his tongue leaving a trail along her clavicle. His perfectly soft lips would leave kisses along the side of her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her soft skin that left her legs weak and had her take in small gasps of air.

Minutes had past that were filled with bliss, which only increased for (Y/N) when her blindfold had been untied and removed from her eyes. The first thing she laid her eyes on was the beautiful man above her.

Damn, he's gorgeous. His raven hair was slightly damp, his bangs sticking to his forehead and the side of his face. The light layer of sweat made him glow in the dim light of his bedroom making him look almost ethereal. His chest and stomach rose and fell from his heavy breathing. The definition of his arms was more prominent while tense as he leaned his weight on them to maintain his balance.

Ryosuke was in short, the sexiest man on Earth. He was perfect in every way. From his personality, to his interests, intellect, appearance, and mannerisms. (Y/N) wouldn't trade him for anything else in the world, for there was none better.

Ryosuke slowed his thrusts so he could take off the cuffs that bound her wrists. Once finished, he placed his hand back down on the bed for balance, his thrusts picking up their pace and roughness once again. (Y/N) cupped his cheek with a soft hand and pulled him down for a passionate kiss they both moaned into. She wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his silky black hair. She tugged on the strands and pulled away from the kiss.

"R-Ryo, I'm close- h-harder!" (Y/N) whined loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist. Ryosuke growled lowly, his rough thrusts getting rougher and hitting spots deep inside her that had her back arching and head leaning back against the pillow. When his thrusts started getting sloppy, he muttered something under his breath that she couldn't make out. He moaned her name lowly right before she screamed his as she came.

"Ryosuke!"

"(Y/N)!" He moaned her name again, loudly this time. He quickly pulled out before he came onto her stomach.

The couple rested for a few minutes to catch their breath and come down from their high. Ryosuke gave her a loving peck on the lips before asking, "Good time for a shower? You can join me, maybe even have a round two?" he smiled and winked suggestively.

"I can't turn that down." (Y/N) returned the smile and they put on their underwear. As soon they open the door, they're greeted by an unimpressed Keisuke leaning against the wall across from them, arms crossed.

He stared at them with a blank face before speaking, "There's no way in hell you two plan on doing that again. And you're not doing it in the shower! I have to use that one too, you know!" The spiky haired blonde proceeded to go on a rant about walking into the house, hearing their "sinful" and "weird and disturbing" noises as he put it, and began to mimic them. (Y/N) and Ryosuke looked at each other and giggled before looking back at Keisuke.

"What, you think this is funny? I don't bring my girlfriend home and make this kind of weird ass noise when someone else is in the house. You're both disgusting." He pushed himself off the wall and turned around, going into his room and closing the door, muttering things under his breath.

The couple looked at each other one more time, smiles on their faces as they shrugged and headed into the bathroom for their shower. "Well, I suppose we'll have to postpone round two for another time." (Y/N) said.

"Looks like we'll just have to go on another date soon." He winked and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.