#initial d x reader

Doesn't outwardly ask you to stop modelling but might be a bit more on the pessimistic side of things. A lot of huffing, brooding and passive aggressiveness about the topic, but at the end of the day care more about your safety than their own embarrassment. Most could be easily convinced to change their mind but will probably continue to have a protective streak, don't expect them to talk about it much

Keisuke, WATARU, Tomoyuki, Nakazato

Perfect in-between. Supports your lifestyle and will be there for you, but ultimately to them it's your own choice that they don't govern, both supportive but also a bit of a realist with it, will make you aware of the downsides as well. Will be an ear to talk to on hard days when photoshoots go wrong or celebrate with you when you reach a new milestone. Some might even boast about you to friends

Takumi, kenta, Itsuki, Kenji, kyoichi, Seiji, Daiki, Kai, Mako

The perfect partners, will support you day one and will try to be as involved as possible to help with your success. Your no1 fan and the type to keep a little photo of you in either or both their wallet and the sun visor of their car. Want to see you happy and achieve what you want overall, but won't mind a few special pictures just for themselves as well

The thought alone made you smirk a little to yourself.

By the time class let out, you were shuffling out with the crowd, making your way across campus when you heard a voice behind you.

“H-hey! Excuse me!”

You slowed and turned, glancing over your shoulder. One of the girls from your lecture jogged up beside you, her backpack bouncing slightly against her shoulder. She was cute in that casual, university-student kind of way—choppy bangs, loose sweater, and a bright-eyed look that made her seem a little younger than she probably was.

She smiled sweetly, a little breathless. “Hey, um…” she started, fiddling with the strap of her bag. Her eyes flickered toward the parking lot where you knew Wataru’s Levin was probably waiting, the image of him sitting with you in the car yesterday still fresh in your mind.

“I was just wondering…” she bit her lip slightly, her voice lowering shyly. You were starting to suspect that you were about to be asked out, judging by her actions.

Until she said something that threw you completely off.

“…could I get your cute friend’s number?”

For a brief moment, your brain didn’t fully process her words. Her soft tone made it sound like she was making a polite, casual request, but it hit you square in the chest like a gut punch.

Your cute friend.

She was talking about Wataru.

The realization sank in slowly, but heavily.

You blinked, feeling the words get caught in your throat. It was such a simple question, so casually asked, but something about it made your stomach flip uncomfortably. 

Your fingers curled slightly around the strap of your own bag as you forced a polite smile, one that probably came off more awkward than you intended.

“Ah… sorry, he’s- he’s taken.”

The girl’s brows shot up slightly, eyes widening in surprise. “Oh! Oh, I didn’t know,” she stammered, clearly flustered, quickly waving her hand. You could see the disappointment in her eyes clear as day, even if she was trying to play it off.

Before you could respond, she was already retreating with an embarrassed wave, leaving you standing there, still processing the whole thing.

You exhaled sharply, more from the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding in your chest than anything else. Your feet carried you toward the parking lot automatically, but your thoughts were still tangled up in the conversation.

You didn’t mention it when you slid into Wataru’s car.

You didn’t say anything as he greeted you with his usual smooth smile, his eyes warm and easy as he leaned over slightly to brush his knuckles against your knee.

But your replies were shorter than usual, and your gaze lingered a little too long out the passenger window, the subtle weight of the earlier conversation still making your chest feel tight.

Of course, Wataru noticed.

You felt his gaze flick toward you as he shifted gears, his hand deftly working the shifter with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times. His fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly as he casually glanced at you again.

“Hey…” he murmured, low and smooth. “What’s with the face?”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Face?” You forced a clueless look, not quite meeting his eyes.

“Mm.” His lips twitched slightly. “You’re making that bratty face.”

You shot him a look, the faintest flush crawling up your neck. “I am not.”

That earned you a deep, throaty chuckle that made your stomach flip and your core grow warm.

“Oh, you definitely are,” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a slow smirk. He kept his eyes on the road, but you could feel him watching you out of the corner of his eye. “What, you mad at me or something?”

Your fingers clenched slightly around the fabric of your jeans, and despite yourself, the words came out a little too quickly, a little too huffy.

“Just don’t… let any other girls flirt with you,” you muttered, voice lower than you intended.

For a second, the car was silent, except for the low hum of the engine.

Then, he snorted softly, followed by a low, disbelieving laugh.

“Wait, wait.” He shot you a slow, almost playful glance. “Are you jealous?”

You turned sharply toward him, but his smug grin was already firmly in place.

“I’m not jealous,” you mumbled, glowering slightly, feeling the heat rush to your face.

“Oh-ho…” His voice was all rich amusement now, the deep timbre making the warmth in your chest spread lower. “You are.”

He shifted gears fluidly, one hand on the wheel while the other slid casually over to your thigh, his thumb stroking small, lazy circles just above your knee.

"What happened baby? Did someone ask you about me?" Wataru hummed, eyes facing forward.

You didn't say a word, only letting out a small grumble until you felt him squeeze your thigh, wordlessly demanding an answer.

"Some girl asked me for your number. She probably saw you picking me up yesterday or some shit." You huffed, clearly bothered by the earlier interaction.

"Mhm. Probably. And what did you tell her?" He questioned, calmly looking deeper into your feelings.

"That you're taken... I wasn't just gonna give you away. Hell no!" You bristled, possessiveness for Wataru taking over.

Wataru’s lips parted slightly, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the glimmer of surprise in his dark eyes. But then, almost immediately, it melted into something warmer, something softer—pleased. His thumb paused for just a second against your thigh, before he slowly resumed those lazy, tantalizing circles, this time a little slower, a little heavier, more deliberate.

“Mm…” he hummed, voice low and utterly pleased with himself. “That so?”

The weight of his gaze settled on you, and you could feel the slow, deliberate drag of his eyes as they traced over your profile—the stubborn set of your jaw, the faint flush that still painted your cheeks. You could feel him drinking it all in, savoring every bit of your flustered state.

You felt him lean over, his chin pressing on your shoulder when he stopped at a red light.

“You’re cute when you’re huffy, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and teasing against your ear.

You squirmed slightly in your seat, but his hand tightened gently on your thigh, keeping you still.

“You got no reason to be jealous, baby,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing against your jaw. “No one else makes me feel the way you do.”

You let out a tiny moan, unable to control the shivers of pleasure running up your spine from his touch, his warmth, his warm breath tickling your skin.

He chuckled, a tone filling with sin. "You like that, don't you pretty boy?"

You didn't answer, too flustered to form a coherent thought. Instead, you swallowed and didn't dare show him how red you had gotten. But you were sure he could see the blush formed on the tips of your ears to the high of your cheeks.

He leaned back into his seat, one hand still on the wheel while the other slowly stroked up your thigh, growing so close to your aching heat. "Don't worry honey, we're almost home. I wanna see how horny my baby got for me."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡

The bedroom door barely had time to click shut before Wataru had you pressed against it.

His lips were already on yours, hot and unyielding, swallowing the small gasp that slipped from your throat. His hands were on your waist, rough but reverent, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of your shirt as though he was afraid you might slip through his fingers if he didn’t hold you close enough.

You barely had time to think—barely had time to breathe—before he was tugging your shirt upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over your head and toss it aside. His lips were back on you instantly, trailing down your jaw, your throat, and lower still, leaving a searing path in their wake.

You let out a shaky exhale, your back pressing into the door, fingers trembling slightly as they fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt his hands, warm and calloused, splay against your bare chest, stroking along the soft, sensitive skin, his thumbs circling slowly and deliberately over your scars, over the tissue you still felt self-conscious about.

But he didn’t hesitate—not for a second.

If anything, his hands were hungrier, more tender, cradling you with so much care it nearly made you dizzy. He wanted to touch you, to feel you. All of you.

Your breath caught when he dipped his head lower, his lips brushing softly over your chest—featherlight kisses, slow and reverent, his breath hot and shaky. He pressed a lingering kiss just below your collarbone, then another, then another, trailing lower with agonizing slowness, as though worshiping every part of you.

“So fucking handsome,” he murmured softly, the word low and reverent against your skin.

The sound of it made your throat tighten, made your chest feel warm and full, and you curled your fingers into his hair, tilting his face back toward yours. You kissed him hard—desperately—letting the weight of your affection pour into the press of your lips, into the way your hands trembled slightly against his face.

He groaned softly into your mouth, his hands sliding down your back, gripping your waist firmly as he guided you toward the bed. His steps were slow and deliberate, never breaking the kiss, walking you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

You sank down onto the bed, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling heavily as you stared up at him.

Wataru stood over you for a moment, catching his breath, his lips slightly parted, his dark eyes heavy with desire. He made no move to rush. He only stared at you—devoured you—with a look so raw, so utterly worshipful, it made your stomach tighten with want.

“God, you’re perfect. My fucking perfect boy,” he muttered, voice low and breathless, almost like he didn’t mean to say it aloud.

Your lips parted slightly, a faint, shaky breath escaping you at the words. Your chest felt tight with warmth, your face flush with heat.

You reached for him, your fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, and without a word, he let you tug it up over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.

You drank him in—all of him. The smooth expanse of his broad chest, the lean, sculpted muscle, the dips in his collar and plunge of his v-line into his pants. Your eyes traced over every inch of him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest.

He lowered himself onto the bed, bracing himself over you, his hands caging you in on either side of your head. You felt the heat of his breath against your lips, his dark hair falling forward slightly, brushing against your skin.

“You still all riled up, baby?” he murmured softly, his lips barely grazing yours.

You let out a shaky whimper in response, your hands moving greedily over his bare chest, your fingers tracing along the hard lines of his torso, dragging your nails lightly down his back.

He hissed softly through his teeth, his arms trembling slightly from the sharp sensation. His eyes darkened, a low, satisfied rumble rising in his throat.

“Mm…” he purred, his lips brushing along your jawline, then lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. “That eager, huh?”

You clenched your jaw slightly, your hands fisting the bedsheets as he shifted lower, his tongue dragging lazily along the curve of your collarbone, making your back arch slightly beneath him.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. Your brain was too fogged, too clouded with heat and want, with the feel of his lips on your skin, with the weight of him pressing down on you.

But he didn’t need a response.

The way your body responded to him—the way you squirmed slightly beneath him, the way your nails dug just a little harder into his back—told him everything he needed to know.

And he relished it.

“God, you’re so good for me,” he muttered lowly, his voice strained with hunger as his lips dragged lower still. His hands slid down your sides, his fingers trailing along your skin with deliberate slowness, making you shiver beneath him.

"So fucking cute..." He mumbled against your skin, the vibrations making you shiver.

His hands found the waistband of your jeans, and with slow, deliberate movements, he unbuttoned them, taking his time, watching you through heavy-lidded eyes as he dragged the zipper down.

"Let's see that needy cock of yours," he chuckled, tugging down your pants along with your underwear.

His lips parted slightly, and he let out a low, shaky breath as he slowly eased the waistband down over your hips, his eyes trailing hungrily over every inch of newly exposed skin.

You watched him, chest heaving slightly, your breath coming in short, shallow pants. You were trembling faintly beneath him, your thighs clenching slightly from the way his gaze roved over you, heavy and heated, devouring you whole.

You squeaked at the cold rush of air hitting your slick boypussy, your sensitive clit twitching at the sensation.

“Fuck…” he exhaled softly, the word nearly a groan as his eyes went up and down along your slit. He could feel his mouth begin to salivate at the thought of his tongue doing the same thing.

You watched with half-lidded eyes, lips gently parted as you admired how utterly sexy he looked worshipping you.

And then, with agonizing slowness, he pressed his lips against the side of your puffy pussy. You let out a sharp gasp, feeling his tongue give a swift little lick up your skin, not even touching your aching bundle of nerves.

"Wanna see you take my fingers, sweet thing." He mumbled into you, voice muffled by your skin. You could feel yourself gush at his words, face red and heart pounding from every sound that left his lips, every press of his skin against yours.

"Please..." You weakly whined, hips jolting when you felt his fingers tap the entrance of your cunt.

"So fuckin' cute." He hummed, leaning back to watch himself play with you.

He used both hands to gently spread your walls, your hole squeezing around nothing and clit twitching as if vying for his attention.

Moving one hand, he gently pressed his index and middle fingers on your sensitive button, rubbing tight, slow circles. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you clamped down on nothing. Your nails dug into his arms and your eyes squeezed shut, body trembling with pleasure.

"Oh, god…" you managed to whimper, eyes opening slightly, needing to see him. Your needy, lust-drunk eyes met his, and he smirked, his eyes filled with affection for how much you were enjoying yourself.

He continued rubbing, his lightly calloused fingers sending warmth and sparks where they touched you. You felt yourself tense and your hips begin to shake against his grip.

"Wataru…!" you cried, not really sure what you wanted.

But he knew.

And with a low, satisfied hum, he used his other hand to slide a single finger into your boypussy.

You felt it in every molecule of your body. Your vision began to blur, your muscles tensed and your whole body shivered as you felt that satisfying stretch that always drove you so wild.

"Ah!" You cried out, head falling back and hips clenching around him.

He fucked you with that single finger, the pace quickening as he watched your face. You could hear your wetness every time he thrust in and out of you, the sounds making you blush harder and your toes curl from how dirty it all felt.

He let out a groan from above you, hips rocking into the air as he watched his fingers play with your tight heat.

"Fuckin' hell… You're so tight," he mumbled to himself, unable to keep his eyes off your pussy. He felt his own cock growing thicker, needing to be touched as badly as you. He slid his fingers out of you with an embarrassingly loud click, giving you a few moments to catch your breath.

"I'm gonna finger you until you cum," he said, voice deep and thick. His eyes looked up at you, filled with desire and lust.

His fingers slid back into you, this time it being two fingers. You let out a desperate whine when he started fingering you again.

"Oh god, Wataru-!" You cried, hands reaching for him and digging into his shoulders.

He pressed his lips to yours as he fucked you harder, his tongue meeting yours in an eager dance as his fingers curled inside you, teasing your sensitive inner walls.

The pace got quicker. The friction of his fingers dragging in and out of your tight cunt sent waves of pleasure up your body, your hips bucking desperately into his grip.

"Ahhh…!" You moaned into his mouth, the pleasure too much to contain. Your head fell back, your mouth falling open with a silent scream.

"Oh god, you're gonna make me cum so hard," you managed to say, your voice tight and desperate. Your legs clenched around his hand and your nails dragged down his arms, making him gasp and buck his hips into the air once more.

You looked back at him with lust filled eyes, lips swollen from kisses and flushed from how long we had been making out.

He pulled out his fingers, the slick sound of his digits leaving your boypussy loud in the quiet room. You cried out with the sudden emptiness and whined when his fingers stroked your abused walls.

"Stay still, baby boy. M'wanna watch you cum." He ordered, voice husky from arousal.

He used his fingers to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs clenching around his hands once more and your eyes rolling back into your head as you felt yourself approach climax.

You let out a small whine and tried to writhe beneath him, but he held you still with a firm hand on your stomach.

"Look at me," he demanded, voice thick and breathy.

You opened your eyes, looking at him with a dazed, lust filled expression. Your hands reached for his head as you felt your climax nearing.

His fingers moved faster, your slick juices making a wet, obscene sound with every touch.

"Ahhh, fuck…!" you gasped, hips jerking desperately into his touch. "Wataru, I-!"

"Come for me," he grunted, voice filled with need, watching you closely for any sign of your release.

You gasped and your body began to tense. Your muscles clenched, your whole body shaking as you came. Your whole world disappeared from the sheer pleasure and your legs squeezed tightly around his arms. You cried his name out through clenched teeth, your boycunt spasming and your back arched off the bed.

He leaned over, his lips pressed gently against your ear.

"That's it, sweet thing, cum all over my fingers." His voice was deep and filled with need. You felt your muscles shiver at his words, the sound of them sending sparks through your sensitive pussy.

As you came, his fingers continued stroking your over-sensitive clit, teasing out as much pleasure as possible. Your body twitched and you whimpered from the too much pleasure but Wataru refused to stop.

You panted heavily, your skin sweaty and warm, muscles feeling limp and boneless from how well he had fucked you. He slid his hand away from your sensitive pussy and let you rest for a moment.

He laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms so that his front pressed against yours. He kissed along the nape of your neck, nuzzling into your soft skin and holding you tightly. You felt him twitch against your leg, his arousal not yet sated.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Wataru," you murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch, his expression softening.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, voice sleepy sounding from how much he'd pleased you. His nose brushed against your cheek, nuzzling you gently.

"Thank you," you said softly, your hands curling into his hair.

He smiled against your skin—a gentle, soft smile that made your chest feel full and warm.

"Don't ever thank me for fucking you, baby," he whispered softly, his lips grazing your ear. He moved lower, his mouth brushing along the curve of your jaw, then lower still to find the spot on your neck that always made you go weak in the knees. "You deserve to feel good." His voice was warm and thick, filled with a kind of deep, sincere affection that always made your heart skip a beat.

His hands slid up your sides, making you shudder at the feel of his palms against your skin.

You leaned into his touch, your fingers slipping down the back of his neck. He let out a soft, pleased sound as he felt your fingers curl against his skin.

“Wataru,” you murmured softly, your lips parting slightly.

He kissed along your throat, his breath warm and gentle on your skin.

“Yes?” His voice was muffled against your skin.

“I love you,” you whispered, your heart full to bursting with emotion.

His lips stilled against your skin for a moment—just a moment. And then, he pulled back to look at you, his eyes soft and searching.

You met his gaze without faltering, your heart pounding in your chest as you held his stare. The room was silent but for the sound of your breath, and the feel of each other’s heartbeat.

And then—just when you thought you might collapse from the intensity of it all—he smiled.

That slow, lazy smile—the kind that only he had ever given you—that made your stomach flip and your chest feel full.

“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice soft and gentle. His lips pressed against yours, his kiss soft, and sweet, and warm.

And with that, everything in the world just seemed to melt away. It was just him, and you, and this moment. The kind that would last forever.

Keisuke: I envision this happening in two ways. Seeing as it's canon that Keisuke had a gf before this most likely isn't his first kiss, but this is his first one with you.

Seeing as Keisuke sometimes lets his emotions and impulses control him, he might instinctively kiss you at the most random time. It could be a couple weeks, or a month or two into you guys freshly dating and something somewhere gets his emotions acting up. Most likely a race he was in got him all riled up and if he won he'd pull you to him, arm around your middle, other hand holding the back of your neck before laying claim to your lips in a victory kiss.

If you start dating a bit before Project D starts and into when it begins, he'll be more focused on that, and around that time he's also learned how to handle his emotions better, especially during races. Less impulsive and emotional drive. I see this as more of pre-planned kiss. Once they all get a break for a weekend between all the races, he'll plan out a date with you. Both to get away from the recent stresses of racing, and also dedicate some time to you. By the end of the date he'd drive you both to somewhere secluded to just relax and be away from the world for a bit. Both sitting on the hood of his FD overlooking the city below on the highest peak of Akagi, the city lights below with the night sky above he'll take several glances at you as subtly as possible, his mind racing with how he's gonna get your attention or if he should just do it. As much as he planned, this is where he blanks out and lets his instincts do it for him. Leaning on one hand thats splayed on the FD's hood, his other gently taking hold of your jaw, and turning you to him before he leans in, lips meeting yours softly yet passionately.

Ryosuke: Definitely plans this out. Not his first kiss either since he was with Kaori, but definitely makes your very first kiss with him (and in general) special. The man simply cannot function if he does not plan anything. Will have your favourite flowers delivered to your house with a note telling you the time he'll be picking you up at for a date. This is a complete surprise to you as he made no mention of any kind of date the last time you were with him or talked on the phone. Just as you start rummaging through your dresser and closet for a proper outfit, knowing he'll probably be taking you out somewhere fancy, the doorbell rings. You get a nice looking package that you didn't order, the delivery guy saying it was addressed to you before leaving. Opening the box was a deep blue dress with a few white and diamond coloured accents. Knowing now what he was doing, you rolled your eyes lightly with a smile before taking the dress and changing into it, fixing up your hair and doing any make-up that compliments the dress and your skin tone. When the time rolls around that was printed on the note, the distinct sound of Ryosuke's FC is heard coming down the street before rolling into neutral and idling. You open your door just as he's about to knock, seeing him dressed in the same colours as you. Deep blue shirt, with white pants and shoes. The way he'd compliment your colour choice and sense of style with his deep voice and soft smirk makes your knees wanna turn into Jello. Once he's helped you into his FC as well as helping you out once you arrive at a beachside restaurant, he'll wrap his black suit jacket over your shoulders as you both go to check in for the reservation. He's got you in a corner table indoors where it's warmer but with large windows to enjoy the sunset beach view in its entirety. By the time dinner's done, he'll take you for a short walk down the nearby pier, arm wrapped around your waist before he gently pulls you to him, tucking a few strands of hair behind you ear and hooking his finger under your jaw, having you look up at him just a bit more before pressing his surprisingly soft lips to yours in slow, gentle movements.

Takumi: Not planned at all and it's both of your first kisses together and in general. Tofu boy doesn't even plan his races, so he definitely wasn't planning on any kisses. He pretty much runs on pure instinct and adrenaline. The first kiss probably took place after a tough race of his, maybe the gumtape deathmatch, since he was so pissed off and that adrenaline was high. As soon as he passes the finish line on Akina, he doesn't go home, he actually drives straight to your house, mentally praying you're still awake at this hour. Having been on a few rides with him in the 8-6 you recognized the sound of the engine revving into your neighbourhood a mile away. Getting curious and wondering if something happened to him, you quietly head downstairs to not wake your parents and step outside in the tiny driveway. Not even a moment later Takumi pulls onto the shoulder in front the driveway, the handbrake sounding and him getting out of the car, not evening bothering to shut it off, the headlights still flipped up and alert like eyes. The headlights illuminate him for only a moment as he speedwalks past the car and up to you. Before you can even ask what he's doing here or what was going on, he takes hold of both your cheeks pulling you in for a deep, emotional kiss. It only gets deeper each time he tilts his head the other way, parting away to get in a quick deep breath before meeting your lips again. You can tell he's trying to take out all his emotions and frustrations with the kisses, and the more you return them with just as much fervor as him, his body starts relaxing more he lets out frequent sighs that are borderline small moans due to your lips being attached like glue. By the time he fully pulls away, eyes half-lidded, his soft lips as red as his cheeks and ears he tries to stutter out an apology for getting so ahead of himself, but your only response is a giggle before giving him a soft peck, silently telling him its okay.

Takeshi: You somewhat plan it. Not your first kiss, but it is for him. Despite having kissed someone before, your nerves are still on fire and your wondering how you're gonna pop the question or if you just do it. You tagged along with him to his race against Keisuke that he ended up losing. By the time people started leaving, you both do as well. As he drives down Myogi Pass, following the speed limit after a rough night and with how much it was pouring rain. About halfway down the pass you told him to pull over for a minute, leaving him to react with a soft 'huh' and a raised pointed eyebrow as he glanced at you. Listening nonetheless, he put the hazards on and pulled onto the shoulder of a corner so he wasn't blocking the lanes. Before he could ask what the matter was you unbuckled yourself quickly before grabbing his jaw, turning him to face you as you slammed your lips onto his. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment before processing what was happening and giving in easily. As soon as he reciprocated you released his jaw, tangling your hand through his damp hair before settling to hold the back of his head. He did the same but with a little more difficulty due to him still being strapped in with his harnesses. You chuckled lightly at his frustrated sigh, giving a quick "Don't worry about it Tak, besides I like when you're restrained a bit" before kissing him again. You could practically feel the heat coming off of his cheeks from your words but also how he intensified his kisses like a challenge. The background noise of the rain pattering on the R32, the occasional swipe of the windshield wipers, and the rythmic sound of the hazard lights clicking all melded together as you both got lost in your own little world. His cute little sounds of sighs, grunts and light moans kept an ever present smirk on your face that he was determined to wipe off.

Shingo: His first kiss since you're the first one he's dated. It'd happen after a few weeks of being together, or roughly a month. You made a half-joking bet that if he won his next race you'd let him kiss you however he wanted. However, he took his bet V E R Y seriously. Bro is now determined to win at any cost. And of course, he's using his beloved gumptape to achieve this victory. Least to say he won, whether it was a dirty win or not, but he reminded you smugly you didn't specify HOW he needed to win, just that he had to. Now here you were, having been driven to a secluded part of the pass in the opposite direction away from everyone, the gumtape he had taped around his hand and wrist for the race was still attached to him, but the extra bits of it that was to go around his wheel is now wrapped around your wrist and hand, intertwining your and his hand together. That ever present smirk on his face only widened when he had you layed back on the hood of his EG, your and his bound hand settled above your head as he stood between your legs, leaning down over you leaving a trail of teasing neck kisses and a nip at your ear before he finally planted his lips on yours. He was practically indecisive about how he kissed you, switching between slow and passionate, to fast and rough, to french kisses, and switching again.

Itsuki: Definitely his first kiss. He probably tried to plan it with that dating book he read when he planned dates with Saori, except he's hopefully learned his lesson after that to wait a bit, making sure you're more comfortable first and ask first unless you end up initiating it. I imagine this as more of giving him a light peck or a little longer of a kiss after a date or when he drops you off at home. Bro's nose bleeding and bragging to the Akina gang about it for w e e k s.

Iketani: Better than Itsuki, also his first kiss. He takes you around and several dates first, and even waits until you're both officially dating to kiss you. He knows by then that you're comfortable with him so he'd end up planning the kiss to be after a romantic date somewhere. Most likely a beach and you two stay until sunset. He walks with you back to his S13, packing everything away for you as you stand in front of the hood of his car watching the sunset. He comes back around and sits on his hood, patting the spot next to him to let you know you can do the same. As you both enjoy the view together in the vast parking lot, his car parked near a railing giving you both a front seat view of the ocean and sky. He'll lightly call your name after a few minutes, waiting until you turn to look at him before he leans in, gently planting a kiss on your lips, both being warmly illuminated by the red sky.

Kenji: Not his first kiss in general, but his first with you. He doesn't plan it, instead going off instinct. He gives off chill vibes, like someone who people just feel totally relaxed and comfortable around without even knowing him. Thus it's not really surprising when you fall for him let alone being the one to initiate the kiss. You give him a peck on the cheek as a thank you for bringing you along to a race to watch. He wouldn't let you pay for the gas he used to get you, so you had to make up somehow. He nearly slammed the brakes of his 180 on the way to the top of Akina when you kissed his cheek. He ended up speeding up a bit to get to the top faster and as soon as he pulled into an empty space to park, he leaned over the center console to plant a long kiss on your lips before pulling away with a cheesy grin. Though it quickly turned to a smirk when he realised Iketani and Itsuki saw and were fuming.

Kenta: You both started dating shortly before he joined the Project D team. It's neither of your first kisses in general, but your first with each other. He was telling you about the next expedition he was going to with the team and it was going to be a pretty late night. You didn't mind, seeing as he spoke so passionately about this stuff, you even made him a mini buffet of food to take with him but he's easily distracted and forgot to take it. You noticed it sitting in the fridge the next day and his team was already on the move to the next region so you took matters into your own hands and drove over to the pass they'd be at. It was dark by the time you got there and saw the three vans sitting at the base of the pass. Kenta's attention was drawn to the car pulling up and was shocked to see you. After telling him he forgot all the food and you decided to not only deliver but visit and see what the team was like and what he did for it, he couldn't help but pull you into a hug and plant a loving kiss on your lips for your dedication.

Kyoichi: Your first kiss, not his. It was purely instinctual and even emotion driven. You'd been dating for almost a month and a half, Kyoichi having been the one to ask you out after he saw you one day staring at his Evo with such interest. You'd think a cold, and supposedly emotionless man like Kyoichi wouldn't have been affected by petty jealousy, but what's an Emperor to do when his woman is getting flirted on by some rando at the bar? Deciding to take matters into his own hands seeing as you were too sweet for your own good to outwardly be rude to the guy and leave, Kyoichi came up behind you, putting a hand at the back of your neck, drawing your attention to him. "Get your drink?" he asked passively, and you nodded, holding up your glass to show him before he gave a short and deep, "Good" before pulling you gently against him and walking a few steps away from the guy that was chatting you up. Kyoichi moved his hand from your neck to the side of your jaw tilting it to make you look up at him before he leant down to plant a possessive kiss to your lips before pulling away to continue walking you back your shared spot.

Rin: Neither of your firsts in general (assuming he's kissed Kaori before and Ryosuke didn't fully cuck him on that too lmao.) You both started seeing each other long after Kaori, so he's learned his lesson about being mean and manipulative with women he wants. He lets you take the big steps at your comfort levels. Waits for you to come to him, so he can be sure you're comfortable with it and he's not pressing you into something too quickly. However, he did plan an extravagent date with the hopes it would lead you into wanting something more with him. Least to say, it worked. Similarly to Ryosuke's HC, Rin took you to a nice restaurant, nice drinks and view of the city below. Your outfits matched but you had little purple accents and he had his small skull belt chain. When you both finished and walked back to the R32, him getting the door for you and making sure you were settled before going to his side. When you asked if he wanted to try something different on the drive home he agreed, thinking you wanted him to take a different route, yet was pleasently surprised when you lifted yourself off your seat and settled yourself sideways on his lap, legs hung over the center console, heels resting on the passenger seat and your arm hooked around his neck for support, fingers playing gently with his long hair. Rin had a small smirk on his lips as he adjusted the seat a bit to go further back yet not hinder his need to push the clutch all the way in. His left arm rested over your legs so he could shift smoothly through gears, his right hand on the wheel and your back leaning against it a bit. When he pulled onto the empty highway, headlights illuminating the dark road, he took his shifting hand to your chin, turning you to him and tilting his head to get a better angle at both kissing you and watching the road. He hummed lowly when he felt your arm hug the back of his neck a little tighter and your lips move in sync with his.

Gou: Not his first kiss, but yours. Not planned with him either he just goes full send. Of course he waits till you're comfortable with him, but the night he takes you to his home course to just escape from the world for a bit, both of you sitting on the hood of his NSX watching the stars and lights of the city below, he jumps at the opportunity. He leans to the side a bit, placing a soft kiss on the shell of your ear, before using your sudden attention to him capture your lips softly. He runs a hand through your soft hair as you lean into him, a smile appearing on your face as he hums happily, your smaller fingers intertwining with his on the hood of the car.

Wataru: Definitely not his first kiss, this guy screams experience, hehe. He also screams possesiveness. Another jealous guy like Kyoichi, someone spectating a race at Taru's homecourse decided to flirt with what was his. He noticed pretty quickly, seeing you awkwardly sitting on the hood of his Levin as a guy continued complimenting you on your ride. As Wataru approached he could hear you trying to explain it was your boyfriend's car but telling the guy was like talking to a brickwall. When you noticed him stand next to you, he was focused on the guy bothering you, giving him an annoyed, "If you're done hitting up my girl, feel free to leave. Now, preferrably." Not bothering to give him anymore attention, Taru turns to you, lifting you off the hood, pressing a firm kiss to your lips and pulling away to wrap an arm around your waist as he walks you both away to the other side of the lot.

Ryosuke was entirely focused on the road, his calculating gaze trained on the road as he took every corner with precision and skill, guiding his car with steady hands. The slippery, snow covered road seemed to pose no challenge for him despite the loss of grip the tyres had on the asphalt. You couldn't help but smile to yourself at the thought as you tore your eyes away from the window to sneak a peak at your boyfriend.

This impromptu trip had been his idea, but knowing him he had been planning this for a while already. He hadn’t even said where you were going or what you were doing. And despite your initial disappointment of being left in the dark, you had to admit that you were excited to find out what he had planned.

And it seemed like you wouldn't have to wait much longer as Ryosuke pulled over at the side of the road. After turning off the engine, he gets out and walks over to the other side of the car to open the door for you, ever the gentleman. As he holds out his hand for you to take, he asks:

“Would you like to go for a walk?”

Your eyes immediately light up and you only manage to nod in response, your hand quickly wrapping around his as he helps you out of the car. His hand not letting go of yours even after you've already stepped outside. Your excitement is barely contained as you take in the gorgeous scenery before you, the trees heavy with snow, painted in a soft hue of orange from the setting sun peaking through the trees and the steadily falling snowflakes swirling around the two of you as you begin walking along the snow covered path together. Ryosuke can't help but chuckle at the look of awe on your face as you marvel at your surroundings and how cute you look with the snowflakes getting caught in your hair.

Startled by the sound you turn to look at him, confusion written all over your face.

“What is it?”, you ask.

“Nothing, you just look beautiful with all that snow in your hair.”

You blush, bashfully looking down at your moving feet, hoping your red cheeks could be blamed on the cold weather instead of your sudden shyness. No matter how many times he complimented you over the years, you could never get used to it. But he didn't tease you, merely smiled quietly to himself as you continued to trudge through the snow. Silence fell over the two of you once again, but neither of you minded. That was one of the things you liked about being with him, how there was no need to constantly fill the silence, no need to express everything out loud since you understood each other regardless.

After a while you reached a clearing with a cliff overlooking the mountain pass below. All the sharp hairpins along the winding road clearly visible from up here. By now the sun had already halfway disappeared behind the horizon as the two of you stood near the edge of the cliff. You let your head fall against Ryosuke's shoulder with a content sight and he in turn lets go of your hand to wrap it around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

Neither one of you moves, doesn't say a word as you let the last rays of the sun warm your icy skin. Content to simply enjoy the scenery before you with the person you love.

Thanks for reading!