Mako Sato & Sayuki - Rock Me To The Top

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.

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.

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.

Rin Hojo - Give Me Your Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want to get the inside?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That would be nice; anywhere in particular?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what they say though, opposites attract.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"For what?" She asked.

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

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

Just what were they doing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Takeshi Nakazato - Spark in the Dark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They tied."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I see this as an absolute win.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why's that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everything." He replied breathily.

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

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

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

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

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

Takeshi was a hot mess.

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

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

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

Tonight, he was at her complete mercy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep."