Takeshi Nakazato - You Belong To Me

Takeshi Nakazato - You Belong To Me

•Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 5,756. • Synopsis: In which Omega Takeshi is the ultimate simp for the Alpha he wants to be noticed by and to mark him as her own.

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In a world where Alphas were always on top, Betas being stuck in the middle, and Omegas being marked by the Alpha that wanted them as their mate, Takeshi was on the bottom of the pyramid. Most Omegas never had a say in who they got as their mate, seeing as fate was normally the one to choose their partner. There was also the case where if an Alpha wanted them, they almost always got them.

Some Omegas accepted their fate and embraced it with grace, coming to love their Alpha and start families with them. Others refused, not wanting to be bound by the threads of fate. They wanted to be independent like Betas, without the worry of being homebound most of their life after being marked.

However, there were instances where an Omega was so desperately attracted to an Alpha, that it made them want to be noticed by said Alpha as quickly as possible (and before another Omega gained their attention). It just so happens that Takeshi was going through this very predicament himself.

This instance itself was rare, but the Alpha he wanted was female; and Alpha females were even rarer. It was nearly unheard of for female Alphas to choose to be mated with an Omega for they always wanted another of their status that had just as much authority and strength as themselves. Takeshi knew it was a longshot in ever being noticed let alone wanted by the object of his affections. Yet the determination he had was strong enough for him to keep trying.

He often took suppressants to hide his scent, making others believe he was just a Beta with an attitude. He had to keep up an appearance, especially since he was the leader of his team. If his team, most importantly, Shingo, found out he was an Omega, he'd find some way to kick him off his throne. Shoji was an Alpha, and an asshole of one as well. He wouldn't hesitate to take the chance of using his status to take the Omega's place as leader.

Takeshi didn't want to have to deal with hearing more bullshit spew out of Shingo's mouth, but he had to get ready for a race that was happening on Myogi. The only thing that would make tonight much more bearable was if his Alpha showed up again. He sighed, and lightly shook his head. There he goes again, thinking she was his, yet she hasn't even glanced in his general direction. Just the thought of her looking at him with her piercing (E/C) eyes for even a second sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He sighed again; he was hopeless.

Takeshi took his suppressants, waiting for them to kick in before he left. It was nice that his took no more than ten minutes to start working. It would be hell if they took longer, especially during season. He left only a few minutes later, starting the car and driving out of his flat complex. Omegas never got the luxury of living anywhere besides flats. They only ever got to live in a house if they had an Alpha. Betas also lived in a lot of flats, but were able to have their own property.

Takeshi grew up in a good-sized house with his parents, but when he wanted to move out, it was from there on he was stuck with living in flats. He wanted to be one of the independent Omegas that didn't want to rely and be commanded by Alphas. He was stuck with that mindset until he saw her; the Alpha he couldn't shake from his mind no matter how hard he tried. His thoughts changed after that. The thought of obeying every command she gave him, especially if it was in the bedroom, worked him up quickly. It almost made him whimper just to hear those commands come out of her mouth.

He arrived at Myogi quicker than expected, his thoughts speeding up the process as he drove. The rest of his team were already there but he was still plenty early. His friends greeted him and he did in return as he leaned on the side of his Skyline.

"Here to watch me win, Nakazato?" Shingo asked loudly, sitting on the hood of his EG with a smug smirk. His voice turned a few heads, expecting the two rivals to argue for the umpteenth time.

"Sure," was all he replied with, not wanting to get involved with more headaches than he could deal with.

"That's all? You scared I'm going to win another race you couldn't and I'll finally get my place as leader of this team?"

Takeshi sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a few seconds and crossing his arms, keeping his composure as best as possible. When he opened his eyes and looked up again, his liquid silver irises landed on the one person he so desperately wanted to see tonight, and she was looking right at him. Her attention was on him and only him for what felt like forever. His eyes widened a fraction, trying to keep calm and not make himself look like an idiot.

She saw me. She's looking right at me. She knows I exist. She's... so beautiful. His thoughts ran wild as he kept his gaze locked with hers. He had never felt so happy until now. But the world just had to be against him. Her gaze shifted to Shingo, her expression that was a mixture of seriousness, boredom, and a poker face, never changing.

He growled quietly, glaring at the Civic driver in hopes he would drop dead at any moment. He doesn't deserve her attention. She's too good for him. Takeshi didn't notice her gaze shifted back to him. With a slightly raised eyebrow, she watched him. Her hearing was impeccable, being able to pick up on his quiet growl from where she was standing on the opposite side of the road.

She was a bit confused as to why a Beta was jealously growling at an Alpha. Something doesn't add up, she thought. The answer hit her quickly, and she hummed lowly. Omega playing Beta, huh? Interesting. She took in his appearance, finding him to be quite easy on the eyes. He surely was an alluring Omega.

(Y/N)'s friend pulled her from her thoughts as she turned towards the Omega girl. She was lightly slapping her hands against (Y/N)'s arm as she squealed quietly. "What is it?"

"It's him, it's him, it's him, it's him!" (F/N) whisper-yelled, looking at someone behind her. She turned around, seeing the Takahashi brothers leaning against their cars that were parked not too far from themselves.

"Go talk to him, then." (Y/N) said knowingly, turning back around to face (F/N). The girl whined, once again explaining that she doubted she had a chance at being able to get "the most extraordinary Alpha that is Ryosuke," making (Y/N) sigh and roll her eyes before pushing the girl in his direction.

The Alpha returned her attention to Takeshi. She caught a glimpse at the right moment to see he quickly looked away from her. She hummed, amused. The Alpha in the red Civic pulled his car up to the start line when his opponent showed up and they promptly began the race.

After they took off, she decided to test a small theory that was growing in her head. When Takeshi noticed she was walking across the street over to his side, his heart nearly skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly, taking subtle glances in her direction.

She wasn't sure if she had ever been near him before, seeing as this was the first time that she's noticed him. Keeping her usual, uninterested expression, she walked past him, keeping her eyes glued on the vending machine in front of her. Before she made it the wonderful machine that held small coffees, she heard a quiet, nearly inaudible whimper and uneven exhale behind her. (Y/N) smirked lightly, her theory now being confirmed.

The Omega wants his Alpha.

Retrieving a small can of coffee from the vending machine, (Y/N) turned back around, walking back the same way she came. She decided to tease him a little, see how easily worked up he could get, and how well he could contain it in public. She stopped when she was in front of him, but didn't turn towards him. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she whispered, "Your suppressants can't hide you from me..." she gazed at him sharply through the corner of her eyes, hissing, "Omega."

Takeshi froze, his breath hitching and eyes widening. His hands started to shake lightly and he swallowed thickly. A large shiver shot through his spine at her authoritative tone. Yes! -he thought- Tell me what you want, I'll do it!

His mind responded to her as if she called to give him a command. Both his body and breath shook, waiting with such anticipation to hear what she had to say. The way she hummed after catching his reaction sounded pleased. She hadn't even given him a command and she was already pleased with him! Had he done it? Had he finally gotten his Alpha's full attention? She knew his status; she knew he wanted her just from glances alone.

She silently walked off not even a minute after she spoke to him. He was left confused. Does he follow her? Or should he stay put and wait for her to actually speak a command? Her tone was that of wanting to give one, wasn't it? He started to wonder if he imagined it at this point. With how much he's thought about hearing it, it would only be a matter of time until he misheard something. Right?

Takeshi stayed in place at the side of his car, his mind running rampant. He's never felt it so out of whack before. Is this what other Omegas feel when their Alpha doesn't give them a command after calling for them, or was he just losing it? He felt... needy and hollow. Like he had to fulfill something to fill the hollowness inside him. Alpha's wishes, his mind told him. The need to do what she wished of him. But what was it? She never said.

It was almost frustrating how such a small thing bothered his mind and body so much. The sudden sound of the radio pulled him out of his thoughts when it was announced that Shingo won the race. It didn't take long for everyone to leave. When (Y/N), her friend, and himself were one of the last few, she said something to (F/N) before walking back to him.

He looked at her expectantly, then in anticipation when she called lowly, "Omega." She reached a hand up and rubbed the back of it down both sides of his neck. She's scenting me! If he had a tail, he knew it would be wagging back and forth so fast you probably wouldn't even be able to see it.

"Go home." She commanded. He nodded several times, his heart nearly stopping when she gave him a small smile before leaving. When she sat in the passenger side of (F/N)'s car, the girl asked, "Who was that guy?"

"Just an Omega wanting to do as he's told."

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During the whole drive home, Takeshi felt like he was going to explode. Every time he had to wait at a stop light, his leg wouldn't stop bouncing. She noticed him, talked to him, gave him a command, scented him. His head was running hundreds of kilometres a second. He never thought he would be so happy to obey a command, even if it was just to go home. He supposed that's what it's like to be an Omega in love. His high school self would hate him right about now.

Time blurred right by and the lovesick racer was in bed. Before he fell asleep, he unconsciously rubbed his neck along the pillow, transferring as much of (Y/N)'s scent to it as possible. It was just as sharp as she was, yet it lulled him to sleep as the most comforting scent he's ever smelled.

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It was practice night for the NightKids and the team was gathered at the top of the pass. Tonight's practice was about time attacks and everything was going smoothly. Was.

"What's this?" Shingo started, a smirk on his face that was growing by the second, "Has our dear Nakazato been scented? What a scandal it must be for a Beta to have an Alpha's scent all over him." Everyone's attention landed on Takeshi, who was starting to get nervous, though he did fairly well in not showing it. "Unless he isn't a Beta after all." Shoji finished with the widest smirks he's ever worn.

"What does it matter if I was scented? I'm around Alphas every day. They're everywhere if you haven't noticed. It was going to happen at some point, don't you think?" Takeshi retorted.

"Oh, I know we're everywhere. I also know that we wouldn't mistakenly scent a Beta, either. I sure as hell wouldn't want my scent on a poor excuse of a Beta when I could find myself a pretty little Omega." Shingo chuckled, his two friends joining in as well. "Then again, you aren't a Beta, are you Takeshi?" he asked mockingly.

Takeshi didn't respond. In all honestly, he didn't know what to fire back with. He couldn't hide it anymore and trying to wouldn't get him anywhere. He was fucked either way and he knew Shingo was about to take control of his team. Shingo stood in front of him now, that smug smirk never leaving his face. He was only two inches shorter than Takeshi, yet he felt he was being towered over. "Well, Omega? I'm waiting."

He was scared that tone of authority would affect him the same way it did when (Y/N) called him. He was oh so relieved when nothing happened. Shingo's patience was wearing thin as he started growling lowly, still waiting for his answer. Takeshi wasn't looking him in the eye, instead staring off to the side with his head slightly turned that direction. Just as Shingo was about to take hold of his jaw to face him, an extremely pissed off yell scared everyone.

"Hands off my Omega!"

Everyone looked behind Takeshi, who turned around as well. His eyes widened with both surprise and relief when his silver irises landed on (Y/N) standing on the other side of the lot. Her gaze was dark, lethal, and screamed death as the (E/C) of her eyes was fixated on Shingo. Her slow walk intimidated him and the others even more, but Takeshi was almost reveling in the fact his Alpha was protecting him.

Shingo sweat dropped, staring at her with horrified eyes. Her mere presence alone was about to make him shit bricks. When she stood in front of Takeshi, distancing Shingo from him, she raised a finger to point at the road, he immediately flinched and cowered, not sure what she was going to do. She has power even over other Alphas, Takeshi thought, amazed.

"Leave." She seethed with a low, dangerous growl, looking between Shoji and the friends who follow him like lost dogs. They glanced at each other, hesitantly and slowly walked backwards, not daring to turn their back on her. "NOW!"

Shingo's friends took off while the latter scampered to his car, tripping over himself multiple times before making it to the Civic and hurriedly driving off. The others stood in place, too scared to make a sound, hell, even blink. She turned to them, telling them leave as well, but in a much calmer tone. They all did so with no hesitation, yet were silently grateful they avoided her wrath.

She quickly turned to Takeshi, gently taking hold of his jaw and turning his head to the side, checking him over. "Did he touch you?" she asked quietly.

"No, didn't get the chance."

"Good." She lightly rubbed the side of his jaw with her thumb and he leaned into her touch, humming quietly. If he were a cat, he'd be purring. He sighed happily when she scented his neck again. "Go home."

"I want you to go with me." He said quickly, almost desperately. Takeshi didn't want to obey her light command to go home if she wasn't going to be there with him. He wanted to sleep with her, to have the sheets covered in her scent, and to hold her close with his face nuzzled into her neck. But what he really wanted was to get marked by her. He wanted to feel her bite into his neck and feel the sharp, pleasurable mark sink into skin forever.

Every mated Omega he's met has talked about what it felt like to finally be marked by their Alpha, and every one of them explained it as one of the best feelings they'll ever experience. Now that his Alpha also wanted him, he didn't want to wait... he couldn't wait.

"I'll bring you home with me only when you take me on a date." She smirked lightly.

"Tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

"Whenever you want."

"Tomorrow." He said firmly and she smiled.

"Tomorrow, then."

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Takeshi didn't get even a minute of sleep last night as he thought of every possible idea he could come up with, for a date worthy of (Y/N). It had to be just right; the setting, the location, the surroundings, everything. Maybe he was thinking too much into this, but he didn't want to take any chances of something going wrong.

He was starting to settle on the idea of an extravagant restaurant over in Takasaki. Hardly any dates go wrong at a place like that and if he can show (Y/N) that an Omega can also provide high quality things for their Alpha, she'd have to be impressed! Omegas rarely have the chance nor means to be able to do something like that, but luck happened to be on his side today.

When the time came, he got ready, changing into an outfit consisting of black. He didn't really have any other colours and didn't own a suit, so his black button up would hopefully have to do. He put on the best cologne he had, but not enough to completely mask his scent. He gelled his hair in the usual slicked back style before considering himself ready and leaving.

He wasn't going to lie, he was extremely nervous about how the date will go, but also excited that it's finally happening. He pulled the car over to the side of the road at the bottom of Myogi, the location where (Y/N) told him to pick her up at. The hazard lights lit up the nearby buildings with every blink and it was slightly hypnotizing. His eyes lit up as brightly as the lights when (Y/N) walked around the corner, wearing the most beautiful dress he's ever seen.

She's gorgeous. How did he ever manage to land her? He'll never know. She got in the car and gently shut the door.

"Takeshi." She lightly greeted, with her now usual, small smile.

"Hi." He replied shyly, a blush easily making its way over his cheeks.

"You look lovely," she hummed and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering, "ravishing, even."

She leaned back, hearing Takeshi stutter out, "Y-you as w-well. You look b-beautiful."

"Thank you, love. So, where is the place you had planned?" She changed the subject, helping him relax a bit.

"Oh, it's in Takasaki. Hopefully you'll like it."

"With what you suggested I wear for the setting, I'm quite sure I will." She said matter-of-factly, her smile widening.

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He certainly knows how impress a lady, doesn't he? She wasn't quite sure if he knew how expensive this place was going to be, but was quickly catching on to what he was trying to prove. It was sweet, she thought, but he didn't need to spend so much on her, Alpha or not.

She had to admit, she had never met an Omega so hellbent on gaining the attention, affection, and approval of their Alpha before. Takeshi certainly was something else. They had relaxed into an easy conversation about each other, the general questions one would ask on a first date.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly roamed over his features, and his words were blowing over her head. His talking slowed then stopped when he realized she didn't seem to be paying attention.

"Am I boring you?" he asked hesitantly, avoiding eye contact.

"No, I'm listening, but your words aren't really registering. Your looks keep interfering with that." She winked. (Y/N) chuckled when he blushed heavily, giving a shy "Oh".

He always appears so innocent, it's truly adorable, she thought.

When the bill came around, (Y/N) quickly snatched it before Takeshi had a chance. He reassured her several times that he would pay for it but she smoothly replied saying, "I know what you were intending to do and I appreciate that, darling. Now, let your Alpha take care of you." His instincts told him to leave it be and let her do as she pleased.

As they walked back to his car, (Y/N) broke the silence. "Would you be willing to let me drive? It'll only be a few minutes." Takeshi looked at her with surprise, but handed over his keys nonetheless. "I don't want you to take this as a command, Takeshi. I know how much you value your car. If you genuinely don't want me to drive, say so."

"I don't have a problem with it at all. It'd actually be nice to see you drive it..." he mumbled the last sentence, scratching the back of his head. He found it a little strange, sitting in the passenger side, but the view he had to his right was definitely a treat.

"I only asked this of you so I could actually take you home with me, rather than give directions. Much more satisfying, don't you think?" she spoke as she turned the car on. Takeshi could only nod after processing her words. His imaginary tail wagging at incredible speeds as his heart beat relentlessly.

This is it! It's finally happening, he thought excitedly, accidently letting out a whimper. (Y/N) glanced at him through the corner of her eye, saying nothing. She didn't need to ask; she could smell the pheromones radiating off of him in droves.

Within fifteen minutes she pulled into the large driveway of her house. It was on the border of Takasaki and in a rich neighborhood. Takeshi figured as much, seeing how she was an Alpha, let alone a rare one. But at the same time she was down to earth, making him almost second guess that thought. At least she wasn't the kind of rich person the Takahashi's were.

The minute he entered the house, her scent hit him like a truck. It was calming yet sharp, protective yet dominating. Takeshi loved it. Is this what made so Omegas want to stay home for? If it was, he certainly didn't mind it. But he still wanted to go out and make something of his life as well.

"You alright? Looks like something is bothering you." (Y/N) said suddenly, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I was just thinking about, um-" he didn't know how to word it without giving off the wrong meaning.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know. Don't shy away from what's really bothering you. I'm here to listen, love." She spoke reassuringly, her smile helping in easing his nerves. She led him to the couch and waited for him to talk.

She didn't fail to notice how he seemed a bit hesitant and nervous to tell her his worries. About his mindset during his school years all the way up to the present. The way his thoughts on stereotypes suddenly changed when he first caught glimpse of her.

(Y/N) had found his sudden change of heart interesting when he told her the story of how set he was on not wanting to be the average, dependent Omega that stayed home and listened to every command they were given.

He was clearly relieved when (Y/N) appreciated such honesty and that she as well didn't prefer to keep her partner forever homebound and to strip them of their freedom for the sake of status and stereotypical roles.

"I have no right to take your freedom from you. Your freedom is your own and you may do what you like. All I ask is that you come home to me at the end of the day." She said lightly, almost a whisper as her eyes glimmered gently when looking at him. "If you ever change your mind and decide you want to stay home like the others, I certainly won't have any objections to it." She gave a small, playful wink that made him chuckle.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, truly."

"Of course. What kind of an Alpha would I be if my Omega lived unhappily?" she moved closer, bringing a hand to wrap gently around the back of his neck. Her thumb lightly traced the side of his neck. "Speaking of," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I have yet to truly make you mine."

"So, what's stopping you?" he asked breathily. She was going to reply with, "Your certainty," but the look in his eyes answered that for her. Moving her hand from his neck to his jaw, she turned his head towards her, crashing their lips together. Takeshi hummed happily, eyes closing as he easily melted into the kiss.

He loved the touch of dominance she gave with each kiss, knowing that was only going to get stronger. Biting his bottom lip, she didn't ask for entrance, rather commanded to have it. The Omega gladly obeyed, giving her free reign over her new territory that she quickly marked with her tongue. Takeshi groaned quietly when their tongues met, letting her control the dance until she pulled away.

"Omega..." She commanded and Takeshi's full attention was on her, eagerly waiting to hear her full command. "My room." (Y/N) stood up, taking him by the wrist and he followed with no hesitation. As she reached the edge of the bed, (Y/N) pulled his wrist, bringing him closer as they locked lips. His arms wrapped around her waist when she let go, holding his neck with one hand and the other tangling itself in his soft hair.

She turned them around, pushing Takeshi back to lie on the bed as she straddled him. Leaving a trail of kisses along the sides of his neck, she gave small nips, making him whimper for more. His grip on her waist tightened as he gave her more access to his neck. "Omega," her breath lightly fanned his collarbone, "tell me what you want."

"A-Alpha..." He sighed heavily as she unbuttoned his shirt, her lips leaving feathery kisses along his collarbones. Slipping his shirt off, she trailed her fingers down his chest and stomach, stopping at his belt. (Y/N) unbuckled it, loosening it enough to lower his pants. Their eyes met and Takeshi was too enraptured to avert his gaze as she lowered his pants, then his boxers. His hard length was freed, earning (Y/N) a deep groan from her Omega's throat.

The blush on cheeks grew darker as he whimpered, watching her tongue slowly drag up the base, her eyes not leaving his. She left light, teasing kisses along the side, leaving Takeshi to beg for her mouth.

"P-Please, Alpha... (Y-Y/N) I want y-you, please."

She hummed, pleased at his begging. Taking him in her mouth, she slowly bobbed her head, taking more each time. His small moans turned loud when her tongue swirled expertly around him. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, quieting his moans and whimpers as his other gripped the sheets tightly. (Y/N) didn't fail to notice his sudden silence and pulled away before he could come.

"Don't shy away from me," she moved his hand away, "I want to hear everything I do to you, Takeshi. Everything that makes you feel good, I want to hear it. Understand?"

He nodded weakly, a moan quickly slipping out when she returned to her ministrations. It felt so good, but felt so frustrating at the same; just as he was near his release, she stopped and pulled away to focus on another area. When his would-be high had lessened enough, only then would she go back and work him up again.

She had left several bite marks on his thighs, and as good and arousing as they felt, they weren't the bite he was looking for. The Omega let out moans after whimpers after groans at her surreal touch, reveling in the sensations he didn't know parts of him could feel.

Slipping out of her clothes quickly, (Y/N) straddled his hips and Takeshi's hands held onto hers. His nails left small crescents on her skin as she lowered onto him, taking him in full. He let out a guttural growl that mixed with (Y/N)'s moan. She quickly set the rhythm, riding him at a pace that had them moaning and panting almost constantly.

She lightly trailed her fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of definition. It was a pity that his loose shirts always covered such a beautiful sight. Then again, she didn't need any Alphas to come along and stare at him longer than they should. When her pace began to slow and breathing grow heavier, Takeshi rolled themselves over, taking the lead. It pleased him to hear a string of moans slip past her lips. His thrusts hit deeply, each one being fast and rough. (Y/N)'s nails clawed at his back, leaving long scratches and light cuts. It didn't take long for their release to build up and (Y/N) took the opportunity to finally mark what was hers.

"Omega." She brought a hand to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down. "You belong to me." Her breath lightly fanned over his skin before biting down on the crook of his neck, earning her the loveliest moan from his lips as he came, her high following right after. Slight whimpers and hums came from his throat as he reveled in the sensation of her bite. (Y/N) gently trailed her tongue over the mark once to soothe the pain before pulling away. She gave him a few soft pecks, telling him she would clean the cuts she caused.

With comfortable clothes back on, she led him to the bathroom, gently wiping over the cuts and the small bits of blood that trailed down his back. She did the same for the fresh mark on his neck, holding the warm cloth in place for a short time before pulling away to rinse it off. It felt nice, he thought. To have someone other than yourself take care of you even for small things such as this. He loved it. She was so soft and caring with him, gentle with all of her touches and kisses. As they lied back in bed, she doted on him endlessly and he did the same. The kisses they shared, the scenting, the protective hugs, they did it for what felt like hours before their exhaustion finally took hold of them and falling asleep.

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(Y/N) and Takeshi arrived at the top of the mountain another race was taking place on. (F/N) nearly begged the Alpha's ear off to come and hang out for the night. With much convincing, the girl succeeded.

"(Y/N)!" her friend screeched from the other side of the lot, running towards her. Both her and Takeshi turned their heads in the girl's direction due to the unholy, high pitched sound. (F/N) nearly ran into her, stopping only a few inches in front of her.

"How 'ya been?! It's been a while since we last hung out together!"

"It's only been four days, (F/N)."

"Yeah, well. Still a long time for me." She muttered before perking up quickly, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, I have news!" She said, dragging out the last word in a singsong tone.

"And what would that be?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, watching her ecstatic friend. She giggled like a schoolgirl, pointing towards Ryosuke who was leaning against the back fender of his FC talking with his brother.

"Guess who got the sexiest man on earth?! Meeee! He is the literal definition of perfection and there's no way someone is better than him, you can't change my mind!" (F/N) continued her giggles and small squeals before quickly waving and nearly skipping back over to Ryosuke's side.

"Hmm. So, she actually got him, huh?"

"I'm surprised Takahashi went for someone so... hyper." Takeshi said, an eyebrow slightly raised as he looked between the two. (Y/N) nodded, giving a short response of, "Agreed." Turning towards him and wrapping her arms around his sides, she leaned into him with a sigh that turned to a pleased hum when his arms were draped over her form.

Neither of them gave a second thought to the people who took glances at them, and the jealous glares other Alphas gave Takeshi. If anything, he found it amusing. Especially how Shingo was still scared shitless of his mate and kept his distance from her at every waking moment.

He gently squeezed her waist, smiling lightly as he looked down at her. He ran his fingers through her soft hair repeatedly, making her lean more into him and nearly purring like a cat. At least he had his car to lean on otherwise she would've easily brought them both to the ground.

"Takeshi? I don't think (F/N) called me up here actually hang around her, so why don't you and I go home? I have an Omega to love on and I'd prefer to do it there." She looked up, meeting his eyes with a suggestive smile he's quickly learned to know.

"Well, it just so happens that I have an Alpha to love on as well." He copied her smile and kissed her; the hint of excitement apparent through the action. The drive home was quick and before they were even through the door, they had each other's tongues down their throat and clothes taken off.

(It's almost as if they're horny dogs or something.)

Ryosuke Takahashi - I Won't Fall Apart

• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Angst to Happy Ending | • Word Count: 5,574. • Synopsis: In which a sad incident breaks Ryosuke, causing his brother to worry greatly for his aniki's life, leading him to call a trusted friend to help heal the beautiful, broken man, returning him to his former glory and fall in love with the one who saved him.

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Ryosuke was broken and Keisuke didn't know what to do. It was always the other way around. When Keisuke was broken at a young age, lying on the floor, his eyes and cheeks filled with tears, Ryosuke would be there for him. His aniki would be the one to hold him, wipe his tears away, and tell him everything would be okay, that things would get better with time.

Now that Ryosuke was in his place, he didn't know how to handle the situation. Keisuke always wanted someone to be there for him in his darkest moments, but his aniki did the opposite and locked himself away in his room. He isolated himself from the world, making himself believe it would fix everything.

Keisuke was scared.

He was scared his brother would commit the same act his love did not even a month ago. Her death broke the normally calm and composed man. The situation was eating Keisuke alive, and he couldn't find a way to get rid of it. He tried talking to his brother, but he would never reply with words, rather he would shake his head and walk back to his room.

Every time Keisuke tried to lighten the mood and get his aniki to go out somewhere with him for the day, he did the same thing; shake his head and walk back to his room.

Keisuke had just gotten his beloved FD on his birthday last year and wanted to be a good a racer as his brother was. He practiced their home course of Akagi every night for hours, wanting to impress Ryosuke and make him proud.

Ryosuke was proud of his little brother committing so much time and effort into his driving skills, but the praise stopped after her death. He had lost most of his interests in everything, including racing.

Keisuke knew it wasn't his own or his brother's fault for not having the praise, rather, he was upset that his aniki's depression had caused him to lose interest and meaning in the one thing he loved to do the most.

No simulations, no practice nights, not even a word about cars in general. It was almost like Ryosuke had gone mute during the day, but the blonde could hear the quiet sobs of his brother through their bedroom doors at night.

Ryosuke's pain was hurting Keisuke more than he thought. Would anyone be able to pull his brother out of his depression? Could anyone help him, if only a little? Could they prevent him from dying like her?

Keisuke didn't know who to get in contact with. Their parents, especially their mother, were concerned for Ryosuke's well-being but they were constantly on business trips. He knew they couldn't help it, they had to be at those countless meetings to uphold the continuous progress of the hospital.

The blonde stared at the ceiling as he lied on his bed, thinking of any possible solution to help Ryosuke. Who could he trust to see his brother in his current state? Who could he trust to help bring his brother back to his former self? His mind went through the many people he's met and known in his life, searching for the right one. Then, it hit him.

His best friend: the one who found him in an alley after he had gotten himself into a nasty fight with someone from another gang back during his rebel days in Tokyo. The one who led him back to her apartment and patched him up. The one who listened to him talk about his problems, his worries, his fears, everything. Keisuke trusted her as much as he trusted Ryosuke.

(Y/N).

The blonde immediately got out of bed and headed towards the front door, then to his car. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until her name popped up. Pressing the call button, he waited through the rings until her familiar voice was heard.

"Keisuke?"

"Hey, (N/N)."

(Y/N) smiled, hearing the nickname Keisuke gave her.

"It's been a while, how are you?"

"I'm alright. Are you busy?" Keisuke leaned against the FD. (Y/N) noticed a small sense of urgency in his tone.

"No, I've been at home for a while, is everything okay?"

"It's... aniki. He's- he's a wreck." Keisuke looked down at the ground.

"What happened? Is he okay- physically?" her tone was laced with worry.

"For the most part, yes. But he's barely eating, he rarely leaves his room, and hasn't gone outside or anywhere, since... a bad incident happened," the blonde paused for a moment, "I was hoping you'd be able to come here and help him, if even a little bit. It would be easier to tell you everything if you were here. You did wonders with me; aniki needs the same..."

"It'll take me few hours, but I'll be there." She reassured him; determination set in her voice.

"I can come pick you up and drive you here, unless you're taking the train?"

"It would be quicker by train, only going one way, but I'd love the pickup from the station if you don't mind."

"Yeah, I can do that. Call me shortly before you get there, alright?"

"Will do, see you soon, Kei!" They ended the call and Keisuke let out a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt better, like he had a feeling that bringing (Y/N) here would work.

She was able to talk sense into him about leaving his gang life behind him, that nothing he wants to do in life will come to him by staying in that group. When Ryosuke found him to take him home, Keisuke did so easily. He found his passion for cars and racing, he found something that gave him meaning, thanks to (Y/N) quite literally smacking him upside the head and knocking sense into his thick skull.

If she could work her magic on a stubborn mule like Keisuke, she could help fix Ryosuke. She could take all of his broken pieces and put them back together again.

Keisuke went back inside and headed upstairs towards his room. He stopped in front of Ryosuke's, pressing his against the door, listening for any sound. He could hear the barely audible rhythmic sound of his breathing and guessed he was sleeping.

The blonde sighed lightly and walked to his room. She's going to save you, aniki.

Keisuke kept himself busy with the things in his room. Magazines, small car parts, manga, anything he could get his hands on to keep himself occupied until (Y/N) contacted him.

He jumped a bit when his phone beeped from a notification about an hour and a half later. Picking it up he saw a text from (Y/N).

"I'm about ten minutes away from Takasaki Station."

Keisuke texted back saying he was on his way. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he left his room, going down the stairs and out of the front door as quietly as possible, to not disturb Ryosuke's sleep.

Starting up his beloved FD, he pulled out of the driveway and onto the road heading towards the station. (Y/N) waited only a couple minutes before someone walked up to her, poking her with a can.

She looked up and met eyes with her blonde friend. "Keisuke!" She jumped up and hugged him.

He chuckled, hugging her back just as tight, "I missed you, shorty," he teased.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not that short, you lanky tree." She rolled her eyes, playfully punching his shoulder.

"Lanky? I'm beautiful." He smirked proudly. They shared a laugh and (Y/N) gratefully took the small can of coffee from him. He led her back to the car, to which she complimented it.

During the drive, Keisuke got her up to speed about the situation Ryosuke was dealing with. She truly felt bad for him. He is going through so much and he's holding it all in. He's only human no matter how invincible and amazing everyone makes him out to be.

Ryosuke can only take so much.

(Y/N) has never met his brother, but she's grateful that he came to take Keisuke away from his previous life of gangs, fights, and other dangerous things that follow. She's grateful he got Keisuke into something else that he loves so strongly as well.

They arrived at the mansion and (Y/N) was amazed by the place. "It's beautiful here," she said lightly, taking in the beautiful surroundings of their home.

He showed her inside and to a spare room where she could put her belongings. She met Keisuke downstairs in the family room, sitting next to him on the couch.

"It would probably be best to wait for him to come out of his room on his own first before trying to talk to him. If we just waltzed in there it would be too intrusive and sudden for him." Keisuke explained and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

In the meantime, they talked for a few hours, sometimes about themselves and catching up, and sometimes about Ryosuke. Dinner time came around not long after. (Y/N) helped Keisuke make the food and she set up the table while the blonde went to fetch his brother.

Ryosuke made multiple attempts at refusing to eat but Keisuke wasn't taking no for an answer. He didn't like to be forceful with his aniki for any reason, but he wasn't going to sit there and watch him waste away from starvation.

Eventually, both brothers had come down the stairs, Keisuke walking behind Ryosuke to ensure he didn't sneak back up to his room.

(Y/N) greeted them lightly with the table being set up nicely. "Aniki, this is (Y/N). She's the one that convinced me to leave the Tokyo scene behind and come back home with you. She does wonders with listening and talking with you about anything. I believe she can through to anyone; she got through my thick skull after all."

"It's nice to meet you, Ryosuke. Keisuke always talks about you." She gave him a warm smile.

Ryosuke nodded lightly and gave a soft, "You as well." They ate dinner quietly, Ryosuke only eating a small bit before quietly speaking to Keisuke and preparing to get up, "Thank you for dinner, Keisuke."

"I didn't make dinner, aniki."

Ryosuke stopped his movements, processing his brother's words. He didn't feel hungry, yet he was probably starving. It was also rude to eat so little then leave when someone else made their food. He didn't want to hurt the lady's feelings, either.

The older Takahashi stayed put, giving his thanks to (Y/N) and continued eating. She took his appreciation happily and it made him feel the tiniest bit better. Her cooking was exquisite, he hadn't felt hungry enough to eat everything for weeks until he tasted what she made.

Keisuke glanced at (Y/N) and gave a subtle nod and smile. His little plan worked. He knew Ryosuke wouldn't decline the food if he was told their guest cooked it.

To the blonde's surprise, Ryosuke stayed after dinner to help with the dishes and accepted (Y/N)'s offer for tea. She hasn't even been here for a day and she's made progress with Ryosuke that Keisuke couldn't even do in a month.

They sat on the couch, with (Y/N) next to Ryosuke. "So, Ryosuke, Keisuke's mentioned you're a huge book lover. Do you have any favourites?"

After he took a sip of tea, he thought for a moment and gave light voiced replies of a few well-known titles. (Y/N) knew two of them and asked what the other was about.

The older Takahashi brother told her about the plot of the story, the characters, their interests, and anything else that came to his mind. She listened to every word intently, a sweet smile gracing her features as she occasionally sipped on her tea.

Keisuke watched with a smile. His aniki looked better already. Not any major differences, but the food and some talking seemed to help take his mind off of his pain.

He snuck away from the two a few minutes later, leaving them alone. Ryosuke enjoyed their conversation, seeing as they ended up having quite a few things in common. He retired to his room when it got late and (Y/N) knocked on Keisuke's bedroom door, giving him a briefing of how Ryosuke did with their talk and that she was heading to bed.

The next morning, she woke up before the brothers and made them breakfast. Keisuke happily dug in before heading out to spend the day with one of his friends. She made a plate for Ryosuke, putting the still warm food on the dish and taking it upstairs.

She knocked lightly on his door, "Ryosuke? I made breakfast, would you like some?" she waited a minute before the door opened, revealing a pale Ryosuke with messy hair. He took the plate of food, thanking her.

He was about to close the door out of habit but stopped, asking, "Would you like to come in?"

She smiled sweetly, giving a small thanks and walked in. She noticed how clean his room was and the faint smell of vanilla. He motioned to his bed, telling her she could sit, and she did.

He sat at his desk and ate his breakfast. She was glad he was making progress already. Keisuke mentioned how he wouldn't touch his food or leave his room for it since the incident.

She could tell he was skinnier than he was supposed to be. His cheekbones were more noticeable, and his cheeks had sunken in some, due to his weight loss. His clothes looked a bit baggy on him when they were the type meant to fit properly. His skin was pale, he hadn't seen daylight in weeks. The bags under his eyes were a dark purple and his blue eyes were dull.

They were truly a beautiful shade of blue and (Y/N) knew they could shine brightly again one day.

Ryosuke had finished all of his breakfast and noticed she was staring directly at him. Did he look repulsive in his state? Was it really this noticeable?

(Y/N) had come out of her trance when he made a small sound. She met his sad gaze with a smile, "You have beautiful eyes, Ryosuke. They're a brilliant shade of blue."

Her soft words surprised him. This was the opposite of what he was expecting her to say. It felt nice though, having someone notice something beautiful about you even when you look and feel dead. It made his heart feel lighter. It had been so heavy for a while that he felt it was slowly dragging him down to pure misery.

What else did she see in him that she found beautiful?

She clearly cared about his health and well-being. If she didn't, Keisuke wouldn't have been able to bring her here. She wanted to help him. Not just for his own or Keisuke's sake, but for herself as well.

She was an angel, a saving grace amongst broken humans. Ryosuke could feel nothing but pureness radiate off of her being. She would take his shattered heart and put the pieces back together, making it stronger as she does so.

(Y/N) is his salvation; she won't let him fall apart.

Ryosuke's shoulders started to shake lightly and his dull eyes formed tears that ran down his delicate cheeks. He put a hand over his mouth in attempt to stay quiet. (Y/N)'s features were quickly laced with worry as she got off the bed and scurried to him.

Ryosuke couldn't help but feel a strong pull of his heart that made him reach out for her. His hand grabbed the side of her shoulder as he tried to stand up to get closer, only to have his legs give out on him, bringing them both to the floor.

(Y/N) held him protectively with an arm wrapped around his back and the other gently cupping the side of his face as she wiped his tears away. He was shaking violently now; she knew he was trying to hold it all in like he had done so many times before.

"Let it out Ryosuke, it's okay," he shook his head quickly. He was too scared to do it. If he did, he'd have nothing left of her.

"You have to let it out, it'll help you, I promise." (Y/N) said and lifted his head to look at her. "You're not going to lose your memories, you don't have to forget about anything and you're not going to be hated for accepting reality," she reassured him, "but if you want the pain to go away... you have to let it go, Ryosuke."

At her words, Ryosuke finally caved in, the walls he built, broke, and the tears in his beautiful eyes ran down his cheeks like a stream. His sobs wracked his whole body, his arms held her tightly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

(Y/N) held him with one arm wrapped around him and soothingly combed her fingers through his soft hair. She rested her cheek on top of his head in a comforting manner as she whispered equally comforting words.

How long they stayed together on the floor, they didn't know. But it didn't matter; what really mattered was that Ryosuke had calmed down, his body was no longer shaking, and he did feel better, like she had said.

His heart was the first thing to feel lighter, now his body and soul did too. The aching feeling of missing her was still there, but it had lessened. He didn't hate it either.

(Y/N) was right, letting it go, letting her go, was the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurt before. He'd never forget her. She was his first love and always will be, but he knew she would want him to move on, not dwell on his pain and waste away.

He slowly pulled away from (Y/N) and met her soft gaze. "Thank you," he whispered.

She nodded with a warm smile and her eyes glistened with a small shine. "I'm always here when you want to talk or simply want someone next to you. No matter what it is, I'm here for you, Ryosuke."

He nodded at her words before she asked if he wanted water, considering how much the poor man cried. Ryosuke followed her downstairs and gratefully accepting the cold drink.

They soon found themselves on the couch in the same spots as yesterday and started a new conversation. (Y/N) asked what had gotten him into loving cars and racing, to which she noticed a small glimmer in those beautiful blue eyes.

Ryosuke told her the entire story, from the very beginning up to the present. The way he spoke about the topic was filled with passion. His tone was light-hearted and happy to speak of such a beloved interest.

Hours had past and their conversation about racing was still going strong. They had been so into it, that time flew by quickly and Keisuke had just gotten home from spending the day with his friend.

(Y/N) noticed him walk through the door quietly, not knowing where they were or what they were doing. She decided to take this chance to ask Ryosuke about Keisuke's racing and what he's learned from the older Takahashi.

Keisuke stopped in tracks and stayed silent as he listened. His aniki was speaking highly of him. He was telling her how proud he was and still is at his little brother's determination to improve his skills and pursue his dream of pro racing, and that one day he would eventually surpass him as a racer.

The blonde couldn't help but smile. Not only at his brother's words, but the change in his voice as well. It was... happier. (Y/N) did something with his aniki while he was away, and it showed.

He made himself known and for the first time in a month, Ryosuke greeted him with a smile. It was a small one, but a smile, nonetheless.

The three of them soon had dinner and Ryosuke had eaten everything he was given. The nightly routines followed as they headed to bed. Keisuke pulled (Y/N) aside and into the spare room she was using, shutting the door.

"I don't know what you did while I was gone, but thank you," he pulled her into a tight hug, "thank you so fucking much."

She returned the hug and said, "He did it on his own, I only gave him a little push." He eventually let her go, wishing her a good night and went back to his room.

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Ryosuke's progress had been changing for the better steadily. He opened his windows in the morning, letting in sunlight. He attended every meal, eating everything on the plate, and sometimes went back for a little more. He was more engaged in his studies for medical school, and small conversations about races came up when Keisuke mentioned it.

The Takahashi's, both the brothers and their parents, gladly let her stay as long as she liked. Their mother was the happiest knowing (Y/N) was playing a major role in her son's recovery.

Ryosuke had taken a liking to (Y/N) very quickly. He, more than anyone, was grateful for what she's done for him. Anytime he had an episode where memories would flood his mind and tears fell from his eyes, she was there. When he felt the need to talk about what was bothering him, she was there. She never interrupted and she never asked questions until he was finished.

This was the process both of them worked through for months together. (Y/N) told herself -and Keisuke- she wasn't leaving until Ryosuke's depression was gone completely. She wasn't leaving him almost whole. She was staying until his heart, mind, body, and soul were healed as a whole.

As time passed, and she spent more time with the older Takahashi brother, she started to fall in love with him. She's learned so much about him, seen him at his worst, and still thought he was beautiful. She's seen him overcome his nightmares, his sadness, and depression with such strength.

Ryosuke, much to his surprise, had also fallen for the girl that fixed his broken heart. With each piece she put back together, she made it hers. He wouldn't be his normal self again without her. He wouldn't have gotten his interests in racing, reading, and becoming a surgeon back again without her.

(Y/N) was his angel, his saving grace.

He wasn't sure if it was a sign, she had sent to help mend his wounds, or if fate had planned this out from the beginning. Either way, he was happy.

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"(Y/N)?" Ryosuke lightly knocked on the open door of her room, gaining her attention.

"What's up, Ryo?" she tilted her head slightly. Cute.

"I was wondering, would you like to go somewhere with me this evening?" his eyes held a shine of hope.

"Yeah, I'd love to! Where did you want to go?"

"I was hoping I could take you out to dinner."

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up as she nodded. She asked which restaurant it was but was told the location was a surprise and Ryosuke lied a dress on the bed that was covered by a protective casing. "You don't have to wear it if makes you uncomfortable. I saw it and thought you'd look beautiful in it." He spoke sincerely, giving her a charming smile before leaving the room.

(Y/N) turned around towards the bed and gently took off the cover of the dress. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It was one of her favourite dresses she had seen in a magazine and circled it with a pen. It was the perfect shade of (F/C), too. Did Ryosuke look through the magazine and buy it specifically, or was it pure coincidence?

She took the dress to the bathroom that was attached to her room and changed into it. It fit her shape perfectly, gently hugging all of her curves and flowing smoothly. She styled her hair and applied light makeup that accented her features and the dress. Digging through her clothes bag, she found a pair of nice shoes with small heels.

Ryosuke was already downstairs when she appeared around the corner. (Y/N) was gorgeous, from head to toe. He was glad he chose that dress over the others she circled in her magazine. This one fit her angelic aura brilliantly.

(Y/N) thought the same about Ryosuke. He wore all black except for his dark blue button up shirt. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, allowing more of the blue to contrast with the black. His silky black hair was in its usual style, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Ryosuke's iconic style in both appearance and clothing, paired with his intellect, was what made Ryosuke, Ryosuke.

"You look gorgeous, (Y/N). I hope the dress is to your liking?"

"Thank you, and the dress is perfect! How did you know I love this one?"

"Oh, I have my ways," he smirked knowingly before asking, "are you ready to go?"

She nodded eagerly and they headed towards the door. Ryosuke, being the gentleman he is, opened both the house door and the passenger door of the FC for her. She thanked him graciously each time and he returned it with his handsome smiles.

His car was just as elegant as he was. It drove as smoothly as he talked, it was built as sturdy as he was, and each aftermarket part improved the car just as his intelligence improved with anything he learned about. Him and his FC were extensions of each other, inside and out.

Soon, they pulled into the car park of an extravagant building that appeared to be the restaurant. Once the car was parked and shut off, Ryosuke opened the passenger door for (Y/N) and offered his hand to help her out. It was a simple and kind gesture naturally, but she couldn't help but feel all giddy and warm inside when he did it.

Ryosuke had gotten a reservation for one of the few seats in the corner. They ordered their food and Ryosuke ordered a bottle of wine with a fancy name (Y/N)'s never heard of. They made easy conversation during dinner and afterwards were pleasantly drinking the wine.

"Thank you for all of this, Ryosuke. It's amazing." (Y/N) said sincerely as she looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. She noticed they were no longer dull and were shining brightly even in the dim light of the room.

"Actually, I should be the one thanking you. This night is completely dedicated to you." He took her hand in his, resting them on the table. "If it weren't for you, I would still be the broken, depressed man I was before you arrived. You took so much time out of your life to help me, to get me out of the grave I nearly dug for myself and break the walls I built that were meant to prevent anything from coming back into my life. You brought my interests back and gave me a meaning to live again. Thank you." Ryosuke gently lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.

"Ryo..." (Y/N)'s eyes glistened with tears.

"I also wanted to ask... may I get the pleasure of calling you mine?" he wore a soft smile and had a glimmer in his eyes.

(Y/N) lit up and she squeezed his hand, "Yes! I'd love that, Ryosuke!"

The new couple tapped their wine glasses for a small toast to themselves and drank until the bottle was empty. They left the restaurant shortly after and (Y/N) gave him a kiss on the cheek as he opened the car door for her.

They drove back to the mansion in a pleasant silence, enjoying each other's presence. When they arrived, they noticed Keisuke's car was gone. Seems like he went out to practice. Ryosuke noted and parked the FC.

Once inside, (Y/N) prepared tea and made her way to the couch. She sat next to Ryosuke, handing him a small cup. He wrapped an arm around her and leaned into her side with a hum. She rested her head on the side of his arm and held his hand that rested on her thigh.

After a few cups of tea, (Y/N) went to do her nightly routine and change into comfy night clothes. She was neatly hanging the dress up in the closet when Ryosuke came around and knocked lightly on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and (Y/N) looked up at him with a smile.

Ryosuke had asked if she wanted to spend the night with him in his room, surprisingly very shyly, which was quite out of character for him. His cheeks had a light blush on them as he reassured her quickly that nothing 'weird' would happen, he just wanted to cuddle her. (Y/N) giggled at how cute he was and gladly accepted. He caught by surprise when she jumped into his arms like a child and grinned like one too. He chuckled lightly as he carried her to his room. They were quickly settled into his soft bed and Ryosuke held her with his arms around her sides and their legs tangled together as he spooned her smaller frame, quickly falling asleep.

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It's been three years and Ryosuke had already founded Project D and their twin aces, Keisuke and Takumi, had beaten every team they've come across on their expedition. (Y/N) was proud that Ryosuke had come so far and was finally fulfilling his dream. She tagged along to every race and helped Ryosuke and the others as much as she could.

She was a great morale booster to everyone even if it was just a simple talk, bringing them food and drinks, or giving them a little motivational speech. Ryosuke was happy she wanted to be a part of something so meaningful to him. She kept him levelheaded and in the best health she could to make sure he was sleeping and eating enough. It was a lot of work maintaining this project and keeping up with his medical studies at the same time. When they had come to the finale of their grand expedition and won their final races, everyone went out to celebrate.

But there was one more thing Ryosuke had to do before he considered his dream fulfilled.

Keisuke began to worry again just as he did three years ago before he contacted (Y/N). She tried to keep him calm, saying whatever his brother had planned, he was doing it for a reason. Ryosuke was smart and wouldn't let other things get the best of him. Keisuke would only sigh, wanting to believe her.

When Ryosuke returned with his beloved FC scratched up, Keisuke nearly went ballistic; berating his aniki for being so reckless and that he could've gotten himself killed. He merely waved the blonde off with a light chuckle, saying he would explain later. He came back to retrieve (Y/N), telling her he wanted her to meet someone important to him.

It was a long drive, but they arrived back in Hakone. They ended up in a small graveyard that was beautifully maintained. Ryosuke led her to one specific grave and she read the name, Kaori.

She stood silently as Ryosuke spoke to his lost love. He told her that his dream had been fulfilled, that he had once again found a meaning to life, and that it changed for the better because of (Y/N). He told her of everything she did for him to help heal his broken heart and shattered soul.

Small tears trailed down their cheeks at his words. When he was finished, he stood up and turned towards (Y/N). "Thank you for coming with me, it means more than you know." He said and gently took her hand in his.

"Of course, Ryo. She is beautiful, isn't she?" (Y/N) looked down at the framed picture that sat at the base of the headstone.

Ryosuke nodded lightly, "Yeah, she is." As the couple made their way back to the FC, a light breeze, followed by a flowery scent blew past (Y/N). Ryosuke didn't seem to notice it, nor feel the slight pull that made her turn her head around.

Only for a moment, she saw her. She heard a faint, "Thank you," before she faded away. (Y/N) turned back around and smiled, nodding lightly.

"Did you want to spend the day here? There's a few places I know of you might like." Ryosuke squeezed her hand gently and looked down at her, pulling (Y/N) out of her slight daze.

"Sounds great, let's go!" She eagerly pulled him along, getting to the car faster. Ryosuke chuckled at her childish side. Once in the car, she kissed him on the cheek and let him take her around the city.

Ryosuke wouldn't know what he'd do without her. Life would be dull and boring without her childish personality making an appearance. She was without a doubt one of the most important people in his life he would never give up.

She was his angel, his saving grace. A childish one, yes, but one he loved with his very heart and soul.

Kyoichi Sudo - rEvolution

• Kyoichi Sudo x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 5,702. • Synopsis: In which Kyoichi finds his Empress, a bit of jealousy caused by his rival ensues, and a hatched plan from the reader tips Kyoichi over the edge, bringing out his inner Emperor.

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Another one beaten. These teams can't keep up with or handle (Y/N)'s Lan Evo by any means. One after another, they all fall. The red of the car is dark, but the shade of it stands out like a beacon, day or night. That's going to be the colour they all remember, and it'll never leave their mind. Her and her Evo III have been unbeatable since she bought the car. She had lost race after race in her previous car. She tried her best, did what she could to improve, it never worked.

The night she saw a race with an Evo III she fell in love with it. She quickly got rid of her old car and bought the red beauty she has now. She practiced every night for years, bettering herself and upgrading the car as needed. From then to present, she hasn't lost since. Anyone who knew of her said that she went on her own revolution; overthrowing each team and every racer that came after her looking to beat her. Soon enough, one by one, they all fell before her, like enemies groveling at the foot of an empress.

She had gone through the prefecture tearing up the streets and beating teams she comes across. Then, she ended up at Irohazaka, the home course of a team consisting entirely of Lan Evos. Maybe she could get in and join them? She's been without a team for a while. When she reached the top, she noticed a blue MR2 parked in the middle of the road. Must be waiting for his opponent to show up, she noted. She checked the time, seeing it was fifteen minutes past ten. The race normally would've started by now.

Team Emperor was sitting on the sidelines, their evos all parked in a row. "Hey, Kyoichi?" Seiji asked, getting the leader's attention.

"What?"

"That's not one of our guys, is it?" Seiji pointed behind Kyoichi, causing said man to turn around.

Catching sight of the blood red Evo III he replied with, "No. We don't have a red Evo on our team." The car pulled up next to the MR2, the engine's purr sounded like low, deep rumbles of thunder in the distance. The muffler gave off a similar sound and it made the car look and sound more intimidating than it already was.

The entire team was interested in seeing who drove the car and were definitely not expecting a girl to get out of the driver's side. "Your opponent not showing up on time for 'ya?" She spoke to the MR2 driver.

"No, he isn't." He replied, looking a bit annoyed.

"Well, if you're still looking for a race, I'll give you one." She leaned against the front right fender of her car.

The guy laughed. "I don't race girls."

"Why? Scared to get your ass beat by one?" (Y/N) smirked. Most of the Emperor guys snickered and gave a quiet "Ooh." Seiji gave a small whistle, Kyoichi giving him a glare that said, "Dude, fuck off" before returning his attention to the girl.

"Not like you'd be much of a challenge anyways. Girls can't race for shit." The guy thought he made a good comeback, smirking proudly. Now, (Y/N) was getting pissed.

"Better hope you don't find yourself rolling off this mountain, Kogashiwa. That's what happened to the last one." She lowered her voice at the last sentence, Kai now looking a bit intimidated that she knew his name and her Evo seemed to rumble a bit like it was laughing. It was a bluff, sure, but it still had the desired effect on the guy. "So, race or not?" she asked, looking directly at him.

"Fine, whatever. Let's get it over with." Kai gathered his composure before getting in his car, (Y/N) doing the same. The countdown started and they took off after the ten second count. The battle consisted of a downhill and uphill run. Whoever finished first on the uphill, won.

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"How in the hell did my MR2 lose to a Lan Evo?!" Kai started fuming. "It's got a mid-engine, making it more evenly balanced! It should've beaten an Evo easily!"

"MR2s actually have more oversteer problems because they have a mid-engine. If you know how to control the car properly and use it to your advantage, then it wouldn't be a problem. The car didn't lose, you did." (Y/N) replied which only caused Kai to get more pissed off, muttering something before slamming the door shut and driving off.

Damn, she's hot. Kyoichi smirked, watching her as she went to grab a coffee from the nearby vending machine. "Say, Kyoichi. You think we should let her on the team if she's good enough?" Seiji asked.

"Kogashiwa, despite his temper, is a highly skilled driver. He knows this course as much as we do, and I highly doubt she even practiced this road for one night." Kyoichi started, his eyes averting from her to Seiji. "If she can beat a local on their home course with little to no practice and only use their skills and car's power efficiently, she's either got ridiculously high adaptive abilities, or she's insane. If she's interested and beats you in a few runs for initiation, then she's in." Kyoichi looked back to (Y/N) sitting on the hood of her car, drinking her coffee as some people eagerly talked with her about the race.

"You want me to race her? Any specific way you want to do this?" Seiji asked, looking curious.

"She raced Kogashiwa without a plan, as far as I can assume. The kid most likely stuck to his own lines that he always uses. She probably caught on quickly and used it against him. If she's interested in getting on this team, we're having her race through all the simulations until she can't win. If she does beat you in all of them, including Simulation X, then she's on the team hands down." Kyoichi spoke firmly, his eyes landing back on her. When she hopped off the hood and the group of people she spoke with left, he decided now was the time to talk to her.

Looking over to her left, she noticed one of the Evo guys walking up to her. Isn't he the leader of that team? She raised an eyebrow and fully turned towards him. "You must've put up a hell of a fight during that race." He said as soon as he stopped in front of her. "Kyoichi Sudo." He introduced himself.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." She nodded slightly, then gave an answer to his statement. "In the first half, yes, but after I caught on to his pattern and how he likes to jump the corners, I figured out how to beat him." She answered honestly, taking a sip of her coffee.

"And how'd you do that?" Kyoichi raised an eyebrow.

(Y/N) shrugged a bit saying, "I copied his pattern, used it against him, then boom, won." She took another of sip of coffee, a small smile on her lips.

How the hell can she simply copy someone's pattern and make it sound that easy? his eyes narrowed in thought. "Have you ever raced on this pass before?" Kyoichi asked, making eye contact with her once again.

"No, only drove it to get up here."

What the hell? She didn't practice this course and she nailed it on the first run? Just what kind of adaptability does this woman have? Kyoichi had to admit, this sounded quite impressive. But if he was going to be actually impressed, he's going to need to hear it from Seiji and possibly even see it for himself. "So, you got a team you race with or you go solo?"

"I haven't been on a team since I got rid of my old car for this guy," She pointed at her Evo with her thumb, "about a year and a half, I'd say."

He nodded in acknowledgement. "Would you be interested in joining us? We're made up entirely of Lan Evos. I am however going to put you through some tests if you really want to get in." Kyoichi smirked when she did. "Sounds fair. What kind of tests?"

"You'll be going against our number two driver in a few races consisting of uphill, downhill, and both at once. Should be four races or less, depending on how many you win. Think of it as ascending levels, they get harder with each one. If you lose the first race, we won't bother doing the rest."

"Good with me, when do you want to do it?"

"Next Saturday at ten. We'll give you time to practice the course how you see fit, seeing as we've had years on this pass." (Y/N) nodded at his words, giving a short "See you then," before parting ways and driving home.

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(Y/N) had practiced the course a few times a night, easily getting a feel of the road. She showed up at the top of the pass a few minutes early, the team was already there talking amongst themselves. They all focused on her when she pulled up to the start line and got out of the car.

"So, how are we doing this?" she broke the silence first, leaning against the door. Kyoichi motioned for Seiji to move his car to the start line before approaching her.

"We're going to start off with a downhill race. You beat him on this run, we move onto the next. Like I said last week, it should only take four runs at most. Once you're finished with the downhill, the second race starts from the bottom of the pass as an uphill." Kyoichi stated and (Y/N) nodded in understanding.

"How about the last two races?" she asked.

"Those will be combinations of up and downhill. Each race gets harder, I want to see how well you handle them all. If you're up to my standards and expectations, you're on the team. Good?"

"Yep." Pushing herself off the side of the car and opening the door, she got in.

Kyoichi moved to the driver side of Seiji's Evo and he rolled the window down. "Starting this off simple, right?"

"I want you to start with Simulation One. If she beats you, move up to Two on the uphill. Don't pull anything funny, no dirty tricks, stick with the plan, got it?" Kyoichi gave him a slight glare until he nodded before heading back to his car. They revved the engines, warming them up before the countdown began and they took off down the pass.

She's got some powerful acceleration, Seiji noted. Evos naturally have instant acceleration, but hers reacts in such a way that allows the car to accelerate faster, gaining speed in a smaller amount of time. He continued to tail her bumper, attempting to put even a little bit of pressure on her. All part of the simulation.

(Y/N) glanced in her rear-view mirror, seeing how close he was riding the rear end. She rolled her eyes, focusing on the road. If he wants to intimidate me, he's going to have step it up. Riding my bumper won't do shit with me. This is Kyoichi's number two driver? If intimidation is his game, he's not very good at it.

Once they pulled out onto a straight away, she pressed on the gas more, putting quite a distance between them. Damn, her acceleration is insane. Seiji furrowed his eyebrows and stepped on it, trying to catch up. Did she even spend any real time practicing this course or she is just winging it with what she knows?

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Seiji followed the procedures of the first simulation and went to pass her in the last quarter of the race, which was successful. However, as soon as he did, he felt like prey that was about to get mauled. Looking back at the red evo in his rear-view, it gave off an aura that screamed anger. Right after they turned another corner and the straightaway appeared just before the first bridge, she floored it. That's when Seiji heard it. A small series of loud bangs echoed as she passed him.

"She's got a misfiring system?!" Seiji watched the exhaust to see two more bright flashes escape the pipes, the bangs sounding along with them. "She must be running anti-lag as well with how fast her acceleration is. Damn, this chick isn't fucking around."

They passed the finish line, (Y/N) winning the first race. The guys on the radio reported everything in as they prepared for the second race.

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When Kyoichi saw (Y/N) pass the finish line on the uphill, he was honestly, a bit impressed. How was she beating Seiji so easily? Said man pulled up and rolled the window down. "Yo, Kyoichi. She's got a misfiring system." Now this was interesting. He heard no trace of one when they took off for the first race.

"Wait, does she run anti-lag?"

"...Yeah."

Kyoichi was no longer impressed with this woman, he was starting to get obsessed. Just what the hell is she? Who was she before she left her previous team? What car did she have? What kind of racing has she been capable of when she got her Evo III? What do crowds say about her and her skills? He needs to know.

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(Y/N) successfully passed all the tests she was given and joined team Emperor. Since the team consisted of all guys, she was expecting them to make comments how "She won't last long" or "Why the hell is a girl on our team," but that never happened. If anything, they all looked impressed with how well she performed and even started up conversations with her. But she never thought she'd be meeting up with the leader of the team at a small restaurant, alone.

Is this a date? Or does he just want to talk since I'm new on the team? Her thoughts wandered as she pulled into the parking lot, finding Kyoichi's Evo and parking next to it. When she got inside, he noticed her talking with a hostess before heading over to him.

"Hey, sorry I'm a bit late." She gave a quick, small smile as she sat down across from him. "It's fine, only been here a few minutes." He said as he waved his hand slightly. "So, what did you want to talk about?" (Y/N) asked slowly.

"You."

"Oh," her eyes widened as she nodded slowly, not expecting such a straightforward answer, "that's... probably the most straightforward thing I've ever heard from someone." She said a bit shyly.

Kyoichi smirked. "I like to get straight to the point."

"Yeah, you sure do." She nodded in agreement. "So, what would you like to know?"

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Kyoichi leaned against the side of his car, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he was deep in thought. To think she gained so much skill in such a short amount of time. Putting herself in different mental scenarios to come up with solutions to possible problems or obstacles. Her instincts and adaptability are so damn high because of that. Impressive. Taking another drag from his cigarette he turned his head to look down the road. Multiple loud bangs flooded the air as the sound of a high revving engine made its way closer.

The shine of headlights appeared from the corner, approaching at blistering speeds. A quick flash of red sped past him followed by another series of bangs as the red Evo climbed up Irohazaka.

She's one hell of a woman.

Kyoichi decided to get in his car and drive up as well. By the time he reached the top, (Y/N) was chilling on the hood of the car drinking a small can of coffee. Parking next to her, he got out and leaned against the front right fender of his car.

"Stalking me as I do practice runs, are we?" she smirked, taking a sip of coffee.

He scoffed, "Hardly stalking if you can see me so easily."

"True, or you could be really bad at it. Is there anything you are good at, or are you just naturally a bad boy?" her tone changed more to a teasing, seductive one for the last half of her sentence. The smirk on her face stayed the same, her eyes on his, almost challenging him.

He took the time to stare into her eyes. Now he had an excuse to do it and not get made fun of by the guys; if they were here. He could easily see the fire that shone in those (E/C) of her eyes. He loved that. She's a woman who likes challenges and doesn't back down from them until she wins or loses. She doesn't run from danger; she runs to it.

"I guess you'll have to see for yourself." Mirroring her smirk, he shrugged. Getting off of her car, she stood in front of him.

"Then show me."

Without hesitation, he took hold of her wrist and waist, turning her around and laying her on the hood of his Evo. Hooking an arm around his neck, she pulled him down, crashing her lips onto his.

Their kisses were rough, Kyoichi holding her hip with one hand and pinning her wrist onto the hood with the other. His muscular thighs were pressed against hers. She could feel the small flexes they made when he moved, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.

Kyoichi pulled away from the kiss, leaning towards her neck. (Y/N) gasped when lightly bit at her neck, soon leaving a dark purple mark just below the side of her jaw. Pulling away from her completely he smirked, admiring his work.

He loved how she looked, spread out on his car like that. Just imagining what else he could do to her like that got both of them riled up in the mind. When (Y/N) was off of his car and back by hers with cheeks still flushed red and legs a little weak, Kyoichi spoke up as he got in his car.

"If you thought that was bad, call me if you want worse." He winked and smiled smugly when he saw her blush get worse before he took off down the mountain.

"Damn, that man is something else."

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Spectators lined the edges of Akina's pass behind the guardrails, having heard of the infamous Takumi Fujiwara taking part in a race against Seiji. Team Emperor traveled across the prefecture taking down all the teams in the region. Since Ryosuke Takahashi was beaten by Fujiwara, Kyoichi wanted to make sure he was beaten before his rematch with Ryosuke.

(Y/N) was the last of the team to arrive, but still had plenty of time before the race started. Parking her Evo next to Kyoichi's, she got out. "'Bout time you showed up! You're late." One of the guys piped up.

"I'm not late, we still got a half hour before the race starts. I'm not the one racing anyway." She waved them off and hopped up onto the hood, per usual. She leaned her back against the windshield and her legs were stretched out in front of her, ankles crossed.

The kid going against Seiji showed up last minute, the race starting immediately after. (Y/N) glanced at Kyoichi and the rest of the guys talking with him. Her eyes then glanced to the back door of his car. She smiled mischievously, silently getting off of her car and quietly making her way to the back-right door of Kyoichi's Evo. His back was to her, the other guys were facing mostly the same way.

Slowly, she opened the door as quietly as possible before snatching what she wanted, shutting the door just as quietly. Smiling in victory she slipped on Kyoichi's blue jacket, no longer trying to be quiet as she walked back to the front of her car. It was pretty big on her considering Kyoichi had quite a bit of muscle on him. The ends of the sleeves went past the tips of her fingers just a bit and the bottom of the jacket ended on her upper thighs.

Looks like Kyoichi got a new addition to his team. She's quite easy on the eyes, isn't she? Ryosuke looked her over, a small smirk on his face. He wondered how Kyoichi would react if he flirted with her a bit. He decided to put his small plan into action when she finally started walking over after staring at something on his side of the lot for a while.

As she got closer, he began walking in her direction to meet her in the middle. "Excuse me." (Y/N) stopped and looked up at the guy who approached her. "I'm sorry for stopping you but I must say, you are quite beautiful." He gave her a charming smile and she raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks."

"Yo, Kyoichi." One of the guys tapped him on the shoulder and pointed behind him. "Takahashi is talking up your girl." Hearing this made him instantly turn around, locking eyes on their forms. He was giving a death glare to Ryosuke, often looking at (Y/N) to see her expressions. She looked a little confused and highly uninterested. Kyoichi was a bit relieved to see that. He was also surprised she wasn't interested to some degree since nearly all women within a thousand feet of Ryosuke swooned over him like he was a god, always complimenting his looks and height.

Kyoichi wasn't exactly on the tall side of men according to himself since most women went for a guy 6' and up. He was 5'7". Of course, there were girls who didn't care how tall a guy was as long as they were taller than them. (Y/N) was definitely shorter than him. She never made any mention for caring about this kind of thing, so he could only hope she preferred him over Takahashi.

He continued watching the interaction and he was starting to think she didn't even know who she was talking to. Ryosuke was starting to look a bit confused as well, giving Kyoichi more of a notion he was right.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm terribly sorry. I'm Ryosuke Takahashi, I lead the Akagi RedSuns." He smiled charmingly once again, giving his head a slight tilt. His hair dropped a bit in a good-looking manner, but sadly, not having the desired effect on (Y/N) that he was going after.

"Ok."

She turned on her heel and headed in the direction of where she was originally intending to go. The vending machine. She got two cans of her favourite coffee before walking back to her team. It was when she was heading back and facing Kyoichi's direction that he noticed the jacket she was wearing. Is that mine? When did she get that? he looked through the windshield of his car, seeing no jacket in the back seat. He quietly hummed, looking back at her.

He had to admit, she looks good in it. He'd love to see her in the rest of his clothes. "Weird ass guy." (Y/N)'s voice pulled him from his thoughts making him think he said it out loud before she continued speaking. "You know who that guy is? He wouldn't shut up."

"Ryosuke Takahashi." Kyoichi replied.

"That's what he told me, but he said it in a way like I was expected to know who the hell he was and be impressed by it." She sighed, opening a can of coffee, taking a drink.

"You have no idea who he is?" Kyoichi was surprised, every street racer has heard of him.

"Nope. I don't care either, he's weird." This made him and the guys laugh. Finally, a girl who doesn't like him.

This reassured Kyoichi tenfold knowing he has no competition with Takahashi. When she was close enough, he skillfully wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her to his right side. His hand keeping a tight grip on the side of her hip. After her initial shock she relaxed into his hold easily, dropping her head to rest on his shoulder. She could pick up on the faint smell of his cologne, deep and musky; it fit him perfectly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kyoichi saw Ryosuke looking in their direction. He lowered his hand to her ass, giving it a squeeze. She let out a mixture of a hum and sigh, leaning a bit more into him. Kyoichi smirked when he looked down at her.

When the race ended, and Seiji drove back up, he ended up not following the last half of the simulation Kyoichi told him to use. When everyone else had left and Emperor was the last group on the top of Akina, Seiji got bitch slapped. Kyoichi wasn't happy to say the least, giving Seiji a rough lecture about fucking up such a simple plan and needing more patience. (Y/N) thought it was a bit much, but she was sure Seiji learned his lesson and he wouldn't have to worry about getting slapped again.

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The next time the team was partaking in a race was back on Irohazaka. (Y/N) had her car in the shop getting some tricky parts installed so she had to hitch a ride with Kyoichi. She had a little plan up her sleeve. She told him she'd give his jacket back the next time they met up, which is tonight.

The tension between them has been getting thicker and she was about to cut it. They both have been wanting to get on the other and that was going to happen tonight. She's going to rile him up until he's got her on the hood of his car.

What he doesn't know: she's not wearing anything underneath his jacket.

Throughout the entire night she's been teasing him subtly, little by little. He couldn't tell if they were on purpose or not since her neutral expression didn't help him at all. They were small things, almost unnoticeable. Light brushes of her hands against his thighs, staring at his neck, arms, waist, and lower. She only looked away a few seconds after he looked directly at her, like she was coming out of a daydream. It was frustrating him.

This had to be on purpose. She unzipped his jacket just enough to show her collarbones. Nothing unusual there, except for the fact he couldn't see the bits of a shirt or tank top anywhere. Everything else she chose to wear looked too easy to take off.

Kyoichi was a bit happy he was wearing pants that were on the baggy side to hide his, well, "frustration". When this race was finished and everyone left, he was going to show her the consequences of teasing him. If she wants to go around thinking she's got all the control like she rules the situation, he's going to show her who the real emperor is.

Soon enough, that time finally came. As soon as the last car turned around the corner and out of sight, Kyoichi pinned her on the side of his car. A small gasp past her lips when her back hit the car. Her wrists were pinned on each side of her head, Kyoichi keeping a firm grip on them.

"If you think you can play these games and not get punished for it, you're going to get it rough, babe." He leaned forward, speaking lowly in her ear with a deep, husky voice.

"What if that's what I want?" she replied, mirroring his tone. Kyoichi nearly growled as he leaned down further to bite at her neck, leave rough kisses, filling it with marks. (Y/N) let her head fall back to rest on the Evo, giving him more access to her neck. With each nip at her soft skin, she let out quiet, breathy moans.

When he finally let go of her wrists, she wrapped them around his neck, her hands holding onto the sides of his shoulders. She flipped them around, Kyoichi's back hitting his car. He was slightly taken aback by her sudden strength and how quickly she took his shirt off, yet he easily molded into the rough kiss she initiated.

She's feisty and he loves every bit of it. He loves the challenge of authority she gives him. The constant fight of who's in charge, who's the most dominant, and what they'll do to stay on top. Kyoichi revels in it.

With a hand in her hair and the other keeping a firm grip on her ass, he forced his tongue past her lips, covering the entirety of his new territory and the sound of moans escaping from her throat and her tongue fighting for dominance only pushed him further.

Letting out a low, guttural groan, Kyoichi moved his hand from her hair to the other side of her ass, picking her up and moving to the front his car, laying her back flat against the hood of the black Evo, a leg on each side of him. He trailed his hands up her thighs, slowly, almost teasingly until he reached the waistband of her skirt. Hooking his fingers, he slid her skirt down her legs until they were off completely.

He decided he wasn't patient enough to drag this out when he pulled off her underwear as well adding to the small pile on the ground. When he was about to reach up to unzip his jacket she was wearing, she did it for him. His hunch from earlier proved he was correct; she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

Her appearance before him was only making the tightness in his pants much, much tighter. Completely bare from the waist down and his jacket barely covering her breasts. He was both turned on and annoyed by the fact she was like this the whole time. The places they went throughout the day, the entire drive up here, and there was nothing under that damn jacket. If he wasn't already going to fuck her roughly for her teasing, he's sure as hell about to for this.

The sheer thought of watching her getting railed by his dick and only wearing his jacket had him lowly growling, as he leaned down leaving bite marks along her collarbones. (Y/N) bucked her hips up, her arousal hitting Kyoichi's making him hiss deeply. Her hands were on his back, lightly trailing up and down was nearly driving him insane. When he pulled back, she wore a small smirk, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips, red. She looked him in the eyes and spoke, her voice a bit higher, seductive, and purring lightly.

"I want you... Emperor."

Kyoichi stopped moving for a moment, his muscles tense as he quickly processed her words. His eyes darkened and all in one swift motion he had his belt off, pants and boxers lowered, and slammed himself into her with no warning. (Y/N)'s eyes rolled back, her back arched, and she nearly screamed from the pleasurable and painful sensation. Her nails left deep marks in his back; some drew blood.

Kyoichi's thrusts were fast paced and rough that caused the Evo to rock slightly which each thrust in. "K-Kyoichi, f-fuck!" (Y/N) whimpered loudly. Having a hard time forming coherent sentences and words, she filled the air with moans, whines, and whimpers. She chanted his voice over and over until her voice went raw.

Her hair was clinging her face, and a sheen layer of sweat covered their skin. Kyoichi has never felt so in control over anything until now. The sight of her beneath him, sprawled out on top of his car, his jacket leaving the covered bits of her to the imagination raised his pride tenfold. There was no feeling more superior than this.

Her hoarse voice calling his name like it was the only thing she could remember. Such bliss. She was dominant in her own right and really knew how to get Kyoichi riled up. He wondered if she could up the dominant persona even when she's on the bottom.

He was pleasantly surprised when she pulled him down, latching her lips onto his neck, nipping, biting, and sucking on one spot leaving a dark hickey he knew would be a bitch to try and cover up. When she stopped making noise but gave the expressions of a moan as he continued his rough thrusts, he realized she lost her voice.

"Good to know I can fuck you so well that you go mute." He said through heavy pants and a smirk played on his lips. She let out a whine that was barely a whisper and smacked his shoulder, making him chuckle deeply.

She was getting close when her walls started to tighten around him, and he was too. His thrusts had gotten sloppy over the last few minutes and his breaths were heavy. He lifted one her legs up a bit, allowing him to go deeper. He groaned when she raked her nails up his back, running over small cuts that she made earlier.

(Y/N) arched her back, letting out a silent scream as she came. Kyoichi continued his thrusts for another minute until he came as well. Panting heavily, they slowly came down from their high. Kyoichi recovered the fastest, situating himself after a few minutes, his clothes put back on. After (Y/N) put on her clothes and zipped up the jacket, she got off the hood of Kyoichi's Evo and would've faceplanted onto the ground if he didn't catch her. She gave a whisper-like whine as she held onto him. She wasn't going to be able to walk for a while. Kyoichi smiled subtly at the thought.

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"You've been awfully quiet, (Y/N)." Some the guys look at her curiously after their friend spoke up. She smiled smugly and shrugged pointing at Kyoichi. They all gave a low "Ooh." When Seiji arrived, he nearly spit out his drink at the sight on Kyoichi.

"Yo, Kyoichi!" Seiji called out to him, causing him to look at the guy.

"Nice hickey!" Kyoichi glared and flipped him off.

Keisuke Takahashi - Right Now

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Lime | • Word Count: 1,888. • Synopsis: In which Keisuke's girlfriend riles him up for fun, and to end the night of a race with a brilliant reaction from the blonde.

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If there's one thing Keisuke's girlfriend likes doing, it's riling him up. She's aware of how weak he gets when he feels her lip rings on his neck and lips. The small pieces of metal are cool on his skin and it sends a shiver down his spine each time. The feeling of her tongue piercing on his own tongue when they kiss easily pulls a moan out of him. When he feels it trail up his neck as she leaves a stripe along it before nipping at the sensitive skin, it nearly sends him over the edge. Her dominant persona easily overpowered the blonde's, making him melt with only a few simple touches, and he was wrapped around her finger.

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As Keisuke raced down Akagi, practicing his techniques, (Y/N) waited at the finish line, stopwatch in hand. She leaned on one of the car park's metal fencings, her ankles crossed in front of her. It didn't take long for the sound of a rotary engine to meet her ears, and she raised the stopwatch, ready to hit pause on the timer the moment her boyfriend's FD drove over the invisible finish line. After he did, he hopped out of the yellow Mazda, eager to see his new time.

"Hell yeah! That's my best time yet!" he cheered as (Y/N) wrote it down on the paper and clipboard that Ryosuke gave her to track times. "These new settings are kick ass." Her boyfriend said as he happily snatched the clipboard from her hands to compare his previous times to the current ones. She rolled her eyes with a smile, watching him puff up proudly.

"Now you've gotten one step closer to becoming a god." She said playfully, clicking the pen.

"Oh, come on. You know I can't be Ryosuke." He said, flipping a page.

"So, you admit your brother is a god? I'll have to tell him you said that." She smirked, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved his hand. "I think this'll be enough for tonight. I got some good results here, so let's call it a night, babe." He spoke a minute later after looking over the time sheets.

"Alrighty, sounds good." Pushing herself off the metal fence, she and Keisuke strode over to the FD that was waiting patiently in a parking spot. As Keisuke opened the door and lightly tossed the clipboard through the open space to the hatch, (Y/N) stopped in front of the hood and pointed at something on top of it. "What's this?" Keisuke looked at her confusedly through the windshield before backing out of the door and moving to her. Looking over the hood, he couldn't see anything wrong with it. No dents, no scratched paint, no- "Aye!"

He found himself flipped over, his back on the hood and arms pinned on both sides of his head as (Y/N) stood between his legs. "Ah, now I see what it is. I gotta say, you look good on the hood of your car." She winked, her eyebrow piercing moving with the slight movement.

"Very funny, let me up." He rolled his eyes, attempting to play off the blush he knew was growing with each second.

"Mmm. No, I don't think I will." She lowered herself, her chest pressing against his as her lips reached his ear. "You look too good to pass up here... and your ears are red, love." She whispered before nipping at the shell of his ear. A high-pitched squeak passed through his lips at the pinch. His cheeks darkened further and the blonde turned his head to the side in embarrassment. "Good boy, keep going. You know I love the sounds you make." (Y/N) lowered her lips to the side of his neck that he left completely exposed, leaving a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin. The cool touch of her snake bite hoops had long whimpers and sighs escaping his throat. Feeling the tense muscles in his arms relax, she released her hold on them, sliding her hands down to his hips. She slipped her hands under his grey hoodie and shirt, sliding them up along his toned stomach as she nipped at the sweet spot on his neck. His breathing got heavier as small moans emerged from the man underneath her.

"You're doing so good baby boy, keep it up." He nodded absentmindedly, only really registering the praise that he thrived for. (Y/N) felt the arousal that had quickly tented in his pants, and brought one of her hands down to palm at it, earning a deep groan from Keisuke.

"More... p-please." He pleaded, lightly bucking his hips into her hand, trying to gain more friction. Just as (Y/N) was about to unbuckle his belt, several loud revs sounded on the start of the pass. Three cars, from what appeared to be a small local team, turned into the car park. (Y/N) immediately lifted herself off of Keisuke, pulling him up with her as he fixed himself up to regain composure. He let out a disappointed and annoyed sigh at being interrupted.

"Oi, Takahashi! You out for a practice run too, huh?" one of the guys called out.

"Lucky for you, I already finished." He replied, his signature snarky tone evident in his voice. He avoided turning his head to them, his face still feeling hot. He moved to the driver side door, (Y/N) following suit, going to the other side and getting in. Another of the guys from the group made a comment about Keisuke not wanting to do a race for "practice" purposes, but the blonde completely ignored it. Starting the FD up, he pulled out of the car park and started the drive back home.

"That was fun while it lasted." (Y/N) teased while Keisuke just mumbled a complaint incoherently.

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The couple arrived at the mansion some fifteen minutes later. Keisuke was eager to continue what his girlfriend started, but before he could get so much as a kiss in, his brother chose now as the right time to come downstairs. (Y/N) heard another annoyed sigh from the blonde, and let out a quiet, breathy chuckle.

"How did the practice runs go?" Ryosuke asked curiously. (Y/N) handed him the clipboard with the results and he silently looked it over, a pleased hum coming from him moments later. "You've got great times here. I take it you like the settings as they are?" he looked up at his younger brother.

"Yeah, they're awesome. I think I'm gonna keep 'em like that for a bit." Ryosuke nodded approvingly at the blonde's words, thanking them for the sheets and retreating back to his room. "Finally." Keisuke sighed, immediately lifting (Y/N) up and carrying her to the couch in the common room. With her seated on his lap, he weaved a hand in her hair, pulling her down for a long series of kisses.

They lightly groaned into the kiss, (Y/N)'s fingers playing with the top hem of Keisuke's V-neck t-shirt. The pads of her fingers brushed over the blonde's collarbones, slowly moving to gently hold the sides and back of his neck. The small metal hoop piercing on the side of her nose brushed against his, as well as the snake bites light pressure on his lips. Cool to the touch and a more than welcome feeling, they pulled pleased sighs come from Keisuke. Keisuke's hands rubbed over (Y/N)'s thighs and up to her hips, lifting the hem of her shirt, about to- "Keisuke, did you happen to practice-"

"God," the blonde pulled away, groaning with annoyance, "what now?" he glared at his brother who wore one of the smuggest smirks the FD driver has ever seen. (Y/N) simply chuckled at the fact they had been interrupted again, noting how much it affected him. Poor guy can't catch a break. Ryosuke repeated his question, finishing it this time.

"Yeah, I practiced it. Now go back your simulation cave, you hermit. I got more important things to do." Keisuke waved him off, nearly fed up.

"I didn't know you considered getting dommed to be more important than racing." Ryosuke's shit eating smirk grew.

"FUCK OFF, ANIKI!" Keisuke's voice cracked, and (Y/N) lost it as she rolled off of him laughing, watching the older Takahashi nearly run up the stairs.

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Ryosuke, Keisuke, and (Y/N) all sat in the car park on the top of Myogi pass waiting for a race to start that was between the NightKids and a small local team. Luckily for Keisuke, it was not the same team that showed up on Akagi several days ago. Large groups of spectators chatted amongst themselves about the outcomes of the race and who they rooted for as soon the cars took off. Keisuke sat on the front right fender of his FD, arms crossed and looking slightly bored. Ryosuke, at some point, went back into his FC and worked away on his laptop. (Y/N), who was leaned on the fender next to her boyfriend immediately came up a scheme as he was talking to himself. "I don't get my brother sometimes... he drives all this way for a race only to sit in his car and type away-!" he yelped the last sound of the word loudly as (Y/N) gave a small, sharp nip on the side of his neck, before continuing to lean down as if she was adjusting her shoes.

People nearby looked over towards them with eyebrows raised, wondering what the sound was and who did it. Keisuke nearly gave himself whiplash when he looked at (Y/N) with an incredulous look on his face that luckily no one else saw. His girlfriend however, kept a calm poker face, as if she heard nothing. "What?" she asked plainly.

"What do you mean "what"?" he asked sarcastically with a small glare. She simply shrugged, going back to leaning on the car and observing people as her fingers played with her lip rings. They sat in silence for several minutes, the blonde occasionally glancing at her, hoping to catch her in the act of another scheme like that. He quickly gave up, believing she was finished.

Oh sweety, how wrong you are.

With his guard nearly instantly lowered, (Y/N) took the prime opportunity to lick the shell of Keisuke's ear. He was in a middle of an open-mouthed sigh when she did it. The feeling of both her tongue piercing and one of the lip rings sliding against his sensitive ear quickly turned that sigh in a voice cracked, high-pitched moan that could have rivaled a porn star's.

The blonde immediately tensed, shutting his mouth, clamping his teeth together and looking at the road beneath him with as straight of a face as he could manage. Nearby spectators looked over again, more confused than ever, as Keisuke actually held a decent poker face, leaving the curious people to disregard him and (Y/N).

When the race finished and people started to leave, Keisuke whisper-yelled at her saying, "You're fucked as soon as we get home, you got that?!"

"Says the one who sounds like a fucked-out sub porn star." (Y/N) chuckled, getting into the FD.

Unbeknownst to the couple and everyone else, Ryosuke saw everything from the beginning and had to cover his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud hysterically.

Takeshi Nakazato - Ever and Ever

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader • Word Count: 2,072. • Synopsis: In which Takeshi goes through the stages of being a dad and he's a wholesome babe as always.

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"Babe? Are you really sure you want to eat this?" Takeshi asked, somewhat concerned.

"Yes, it's the most delicious thing I've ever seen. I need to have it." She nodded firmly, eager on taking the small plate that was in his hand. It contained apple slices and a small dipping cup in the centre that was filled with ketchup. Yes, ketchup.

He sighed, handing her the dish. "Alright, if you're sure." Happily taking it, she wasted no time in digging into the "delectable cuisine", as she put it. Takeshi watched, both enamoured and a bit grossed out at this week's strange food craving and combination.

(Y/N) was currently three months pregnant, and for Takeshi, this was one of the greatest moments in his life. He got to marry the girl of his dreams at twenty-four and now they were going to be parents at twenty-five. He sometimes thought about what it would be like to be a father and those thoughts usually led to the things he'd teach his kid, watch them grow and become one of the best things in his life. He'd love to be one of the people his child would look up to and admire.

He flicked his gaze to (Y/N) when she moaned. "This is so good. This is the best thing I've ever eaten, my god."

Takeshi snorted then chuckled, "You're strange."

"Have you tried this? Here, have some." She grabbed the plate, holding it in front of him.

"Nah, I'm good babe. More for you."

"You're missing out, Tak. This is some serious gourmet shit."

"I'm sure it is, love." He shook his head lightly, a smile on his face as he continued chuckling at her words.

"Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you for creating this."

"I highly doubt that."

(Y/N) finished eating the remaining slices, giving a few strange but pleased moans and hums while eating.

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The minute Takeshi came home from work, (Y/N) latched herself onto him like a leech. Seems like this week is clinging week, huh? Rarely letting go of him, Takeshi carried her around the house for a few minutes as he did his 'getting home' routine, before getting her to settle down enough so he could take a shower.

When he was changed and back in the bedroom, he scooped up (Y/N) who sat on the edge of the bed and lied themselves down for the daily cuddling session before dinner.

"What do you want for dinner?" Takeshi asked.

"Food."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yup."

"Never had that before, sounds good."

"I know, right?"

"In all seriousness though, what do you want?" he rolled on to his side, draping an arm over her side gently.

"A whole fish and some rice."

"How a big a fish are we talking about here?"

"The salmon in the freezer."

"Christ woman, you can't eat that whole thing."

"Hey! I'm eating for two here, cut me some slack. Me and mini you want a whole salmon!" she retorted, giving a mock glare.

"Alright, you both win. I'll get it started."

"Wear the maid outfit for me?" she grinned shamelessly.

"No."

"But you did before!"

"That was one time and I'm never doing it again!"

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"My ankles are so fat." (Y/N) poked at them for the twentieth time.

"That's natural hun, they're gonna be." Takeshi rubbed his hand up and down her thigh before settling it in place. She raised an arm and jiggled the loose muscle on her bicep.

"Look at my bingo wings."

"Babe..." He shook his head, sighing to cover a potential laugh. (Y/N) giggled and leaned into his shoulder. Three months had passed by quickly and the next three were going to fly by as well. Her cravings were only getting weirder as time went on and Takeshi didn't know how many more times he'd have to make a dish that would have Gordon Ramsey question his own career.

"Takeshi? Mini you requests sustenance. Well, more like demands, actually."

"What does he want now? Mushroom pie with coconut shavings?" he asked jokingly.

"Actually, that doesn't sound too bad."

Oh shit. What have I done? "(Y/N), love? You hate mushroom pie and coconut in general. I can't imagine you liking it put together."

"I don't know, that sounds like a delectable to me."

"How about I just go get you a burger?"

"Hmm." She thought in silence for a minute, Takeshi seriously hoping she went with the better option. "Yeah, he'll allow it."

Oh, thank God. "Great, what does he want on it?" Takeshi wrote down everything she -more like the baby- wanted then left for the nearest fast-food joint. Returning within ten minutes, he bought an extra burger, figuring one wouldn't be enough to satiate the both of them.

The couple cuddled up on the couch, watching the newest episodes of an anime. (Y/N) ate the first burger, then fell asleep half way through eating the second, giving Takeshi the prime opportunity to get a picture she'll hate him for later. He quietly snickered to himself, the soft click of the camera doing nothing to (Y/N)'s heavy sleeping state.

Once he had everything cleaned up and shut off, he carried her bridal style to bed. She groaned lightly, happy to feel the bed underneath her as she worked herself under the covers. He joined her not a minute later, gently moving stray strands of hair from her face. She moved closer, nuzzling her head against his chest and wrapping a leg over his. He watched her with a small smile and lightly massaged her side until he fell asleep as well.

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"Takeshi." She shook his arm quickly. He groaned and rolled over. She shook his arm and said his name again. No response.

"TAKESHI!"

"Fuck!" he jolted awake, looking over at (Y/N) with wide eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Drive me to the hospital, it's time and this kid is NOT patient." She scooted to the edge of the bed and Takeshi carried her down stairs and to the car where he quickly and skillfully drove a severely agitated and pained (Y/N) to the hospital. Luckily there was no traffic in the middle of the night.

Her pained whines and moans only got worse as they neared the building. When they arrived, she was quickly led into a room and the nurses gave her anesthesia. Once it kicked in, she had calmed down some. Takeshi sat next to her, soothingly rubbing his hand over hers. He was valuing what little time his hand had left before she most likely breaks it.

After two hours of labour, lots of pushing and (Y/N) yelling at Takeshi that, "The next time you want a kid, you're having it!" (S/N) came into the world. (Y/N) doted on him relentlessly before giving him over to Takeshi so she could rest. Smiling the entire time, he left soft kisses on her forehead and back of her hand. She smiled tiredly, watching Takeshi dote on their baby as well.

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(Y/N) was able to work from home, making it easier on both her and Takeshi to watch the baby. When he got home from work hours later, they switched roles and he watched over (S/N) while (Y/N) made dinner. The boy made grabby hands, gaining his father's attention who gently held his much smaller hand. (S/N) giggled happily at the positive reaction and Takeshi smiled warmly.

(Y/N) looked over towards the main room to see what caused (S/N) to giggle loudly. Her heart swelled happily and awed silently at the sight of her husband and son. Takeshi was such a sweetheart and a much bigger softy compared to what everyone made him out to be. She went back to making dinner, calling for Takeshi when it was ready. They ate at the small kotatsu in the main room, asking each other about their day and keeping an eye on their baby who was strongly preoccupied with his toy cars.

After dinner, the couple snuggled up next to each other in bed after tucking in (S/N) for the night. (Y/N) reveled in the warmth her husband gave off, making her smile and sigh contently. Takeshi left light and loving kisses in her hair, a hand gently massaging her back as she lied on top of him. Her arms were wrapped comfortably around his sides and both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Your parents were right when they said "they grow up so fast." To (Y/N) and Takeshi it definitely didn't feel like three years had already passed by. (S/N) knew how to walk and talk already and it really made the parents think of how right their own parents were. Their son was extremely attached to both of his parents but they could both easily agree on that he was a daddy's boy. (S/N) loved being around Takeshi at every waking moment and the two bonded very quickly.

Takeshi, obviously, started teaching him car names, watched racing animes and movies along with some super hero ones. (Y/N) found it endearing how much time her boys spent together. As he got older, Takeshi would let (S/N) help him work on his car. She'd watch as (S/N) and Takeshi would work on the Skyline and the little one helped his dad hold the flashlight.

It would only be minor car fixes though, like oil changes, tire rotations, and some small installations. Anytime he or Takeshi got a small nick or cut, (S/N) would run over to (Y/N) and ask her in the cutest voice to fix their owwies. She would do just that, giving it a light kiss and ask if they wanted ice cream to make it go away faster.

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The day (S/N) got his license Takeshi took him out to Myogi in the R32 he continued working on and kept running. He may not like old and outdated cars, but his Skyline would forever hold a place in his heart and he couldn't get rid of it. His son had begged him over the years to be able to drive it one day, and today was that day.

The pass hadn't changed a bit over the years and even Takeshi continued to race it a few times a week. Street racing was in his blood and he was happy his son had a love for it too. As long as he wasn't too reckless like his younger self was.

By the time they got back it was three in the morning and (Y/N) was in bed. (S/N) took his dad by surprise when he pulled him in for a tight hug and thanking him for the night and everything from years past. Returning it with no hesitation, Takeshi smiled warmly. His son grew up to be everything Takeshi hoped he would be and he couldn't be prouder. He has his whole life ahead of him and Takeshi's pride for (S/N) would only get bigger.

When the two pulled away and bid each other goodnight, Takeshi walked into his and (Y/N)'s room as quietly as possible. Ridding himself of his shirt and changing into comfortable shorts, he slid into bed.

"How'd it go, love?" he heard (Y/N) ask softly.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, gently reaching over to her, his hand landing on her hip.

"No, I woke up when you two got back." He hummed in acknowledgment before responding.

"It was good, he really liked it. He looked like he was having the time of his life out there." Takeshi chuckled lightly, his hand rubbing circles on her hip.

"Aww, that's sweet. That meant the world to him. He wouldn't stop talking about it while you were at work. So excited to get his license and finally race like you. He really loves you, hun." (Y/N) moved closer, snuggling up to her husband and pressing a loving kiss on his lips. "But I love you more." She pressed several more kisses all over his face making him laugh.

He pulled her closer with both arms wrapped around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and peppering it with kisses. The couple cuddled for well over a half hour, basking in each other's warmth and loving holds before finally falling asleep. Takeshi was going to need it, for they were both sure (S/N) was going to challenge his dad to a race sooner rather than later.

Keisuke Takahashi - Kiss To Kiss

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader • Word Count: 764. • Synopsis: In which Keisuke wants to try a trend with his girlfriend by mixing red and blue slushies together, except with their tongues and not a straw.

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"Hey, babe, I wanna try something." Keisuke said as he pulled into a gas station. Parking at a pump and telling the employee the type of octane he wanted, he got out of the FD. (Y/N) followed his lead curiously, walking with him into the store. He went straight towards the back where all the drinks were kept and stopped in front of the slushie machine.

"Red or blue?" he asked, grabbing two large cups from the counter.

"Mmm... red." She replied and Keisuke filled the two cups, one with red and one with blue. Popping the lid on the cups and sliding straws through, he handed the red one to (Y/N), taking his and walking to the register. After he paid for the drinks the couple returned to the FD, pulling out onto the road.

(Y/N) drank hers within a few minutes while Keisuke took occasional sips after shifting and stopping at lights. Finishing it just as they arrived at the mansion, he parked the car in the driveway, the two getting out and heading for the front door. Once inside, they settled on the lush sofa in the common room.

"So, what was it you wanted to try earlier? The slushies?" (Y/N) asked.

"Yeah, with something extra. Come here." He replied, wrapping his arms around her side and pulling her onto his lap with a smirk on his lips. Hooking a finger under her chin, he lightly pulled her closer. His lips met hers in what would be their second make-out session of the day. It didn't take long for tongues to intertwine and quick, short moans to escape their throats. Keisuke moved his hand from her chin to the back of her neck, pulling her in further and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

They pulled away minutes later to catch their breath, their cheeks flushed red and eyes half-lidded. Keisuke's hands slid down to (Y/N)'s thighs, squeezing them. His eyes flicked between hers and her lips before saying, "Let me see your tongue." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow in confusion before doing so. The red from her slushie was mixed with part of the blue from Keisuke's, but it wasn't enough for his liking.

"Not purple enough." He stated before capturing her lips, his tongue mixing with hers again. (Y/N) chuckled in the kiss, now realizing what Keisuke wanted to do. She tangled her fingers in his blonde locks, pulling her closer and lightly grinding against him in the process. Getting a delicious moan from him, she lightly tugged on his hair and gently bit his bottom lip.

One of his hands squeezed her thigh while the other was tangled in her hair and holding the back of her neck. The long fight between their tongues had long since turned both purple from the slushies. The couple however had lost track of their initial goal, losing themselves in each other. Keisuke slipped his hands underneath (Y/N)'s shirt in attempt to undo the hooks on her bra until a voice cut through the silence.

"Keisuke, no."

He pulled away from her lips, looking at (Y/N) quizzically, and wondering why she sounded like Ryosuke. The dark blush on her cheeks worsened and she avoided eye contact with who was behind the sofa. Keisuke's head whipped around, seeing his brother standing only a few feet away, arms crossed. Ryosuke wore a deadpanned expression as he looked at his younger brother. The blonde groaned, annoyed his aniki ruined the moment.

"Get a room, Keisuke." Ryosuke said flatly.

"Fine, we will." The blonde stood up, helping (Y/N) up as well. He was about to lead her to his bedroom before Ryosuke cut in again.

"I don't mean your room. I don't want to hear everything from right next door. Go to a hotel if you want it so bad." He said before going up the stairs himself and to his own room.

Keisuke groaned, "Fuck you, aniki."

"Save that for your girlfriend." The door to Ryosuke's room shut and Keisuke glared at it from the first floor. Taking (Y/N)'s hand, he led her to the front door, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his car keys.

"We're finishing what we started before we were so rudely interrupted."

"You mean what you started." (Y/N) taunted, following him to the FD. He gave a snarky reply but (Y/N) didn't pay any mind to it, simply chuckling at her own idea of teasing him relentlessly until they reached the hotel. She knew she'd be fucked to high heaven for it, but that's exactly what she was going for.