His Most Prized Possession (Akira Nishikiyama x fem!Reader)

His Most Prized Possession

a/n: this is really a wip that i've pretty much given up one.. enjoy! LMAO

Akira's dark hair danced in the gentle wind passing through the window, tickling his cheek while stray strands caught in his lashes. Each time he brought the car to a halt, the hand that had been guiding the steering wheel reached up to brush it back, fingertips tender as they grazed his scalp. He'd been wearing a short sleeved shirt that was quite generous in providing view of his carefully toned arms, biceps bulging with each maneuver. The summer air was dry and it kept him licking his lips to provide them with a bit of moisture.

Soon, he'd be asking you to share your chapstick– by way of a kiss. You were sure of it.

The fine hairs on his right arm, relaxed across the window molding, stood, as the air teased through them giving him goosebumps. His self-manicured fingers drummed onto the door panel to the tune of Koi no Disco Queen , a few years old now but just as catchy as the first time he'd heard it.

A soft smile shaped the man's pink lips, corners twitching in a threat to widen and bare teeth. He fought against those muscles though, knowing that if he gave in, you would tease him and his boyish smile. With his right hand, he wiped at his damp lips, smiling into his knuckles then kneaded into his bottom just a bit before returning to his attempt at stoicism to no avail.

Akira flipped up his blinkers then nibbled at his thumb nail, smirking. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help himself.

You were going to help him wash his car and he couldn't be more excited! If he didn't count the times that Kiryu begrudgingly tagged along, he'd only ever washed his car alone. So, there was something about the prospect of watching you take care of something so dear to him in earnest that made him sort of... giddy, perhaps.

Every so often, he'd switch the hands at the wheel so that he could reach over to your bare thigh and stroke at your supple skin. The gesture was twofold; partly to remind himself that this was really happening and the other to assure you that although he hadn't said much since he picked you up from the station, he was thinking of you and so very grateful for your company.

When he reached for you this time, you placed your hand atop his and gave him the slightest of squeezes. It concerned him. So, he turned down the radio before glancing over at you with a raised brow– the car again in motion.

"You alright?" he asked, the sudden break in near silence between you two was almost startling.

"I am," you nodded. "But I guess I'm just a little worried."

"Really? What are you worried about?" he asked, his thumb massaging at your warm thigh.

"I don't know... What if I mess up, or something?"

"C'mon, what are you talking about? It's just a little soap and water. What's the worst that can happen?"

"I could ruin your paint job." you suggested.

"What are you planning to wash it with? Bricks?" he chuckled.

"Yeah, real funny." you said, rolling your eyes. "I'm being serious!"

"I know, babe. I can tell and I'm listening."

"It's just that..." you began, eyes dancing along the dashboard. "This car is like, your most prized possession or something!"

Akira scoffed, "Is that what you think?"

"Well? Isn't it?"

"Sure, it's pretty important to me... Yeah," he began, now gripping at your thigh. "But I can think of other things that I'd say mean more."