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Rin Hojo - Give Me Your Love (Pt. 2)

• Rin Hojo x Reader | Smut | (Part 1 Here!) • Word Count: 1,288. • Synopsis: In which the newly married couple have a spicy night to themselves, but before that a brother and best friend seem to hit it off over a particular red car. Ironic.

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When (Y/N) and Rin finished their wedding planning, the only thing they could do now was wait for the day to arrive. Both sides of their family showed up, (Y/N)'s best friend as well. Yes, the crazy psycho who yelled at her over the phone. She was also her bridesmaid.

Goū was Rin's best man and he wouldn't have it any other way. Goū was there for him when no one else was and stuck by him for so long even when their relationship had been a bit tense in the past. Rin caught a glance of Ryosuke who gave him a small, but proud smile. He invited Takahashi since he had played a large part in getting him to move on, leading him to (Y/N). Focusing back on reality, they waited for (Y/N) to walk down the aisle, and when she did Rin swore that she could've given him whiplash if he wasn't already looking forward.

Now, he was fully convinced his woman was an angel. He could almost see the wings on her back, and the sheer white of her dress radiated nothing but serenity. God, how lucky he was to have her. The ceremony was a wonder and the kiss, a dream.

The reception started shortly after the ceremony. Rin and (Y/N) shared a lovely slow dance, then the real party started. While they sat together, some people eating, others dancing and talking in groups, (Y/N) nudged Rin's arm and pointed towards where Goū and her best friend were.

"Looks like they're hitting it off, huh?" She wore a smile as they watched them. Her friend said something that made Goū laugh.

"To think they met all because of a car. Wow." She took a sip of her wine wiping away non-existent tears, Goū looked at her amused as she leaned closer to him. "Just a bunch of car fanatics here, let me tell 'ya." She shook her head and took a bigger sip of wine.

Goū laughed and said, "Does that include me?"

She looked at him with fake suspicion. "What car you got, pretty boy?"

His eyes widened a fraction, a light blush on his cheeks as he responded, "An NSX."

She turned her head with an impressed expression. "That red one out there?" He nodded. "Well hot damn, I like you and that car. 'Ya want to take a girl for a ride in it one day?"

She smirked flirtatiously and Goū replied coolly with, "Sure, as long as you can handle it. I'm nothing but fast and rough."

Rin and (Y/N) looked at each other and then back at the two flirting with raised eyebrows and mouths slightly open, astounded. "Damn, didn't think my little brother could be that smooth."

(Y/N) nodded, "You taught him well, love."

"I didn't teach him to flirt."

"Well, your flirts worked on me, so he learned it from somebody."

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It was nearly one in the morning when the wedding ended, the married couple sitting in the back of the limo that drove them to their hotel in the heart of Tokyo. A few minutes into the drive, (Y/N) set her hand on his thigh and turned towards him, pressing her lips on his. She moved to straddle his legs the best she could in her dress, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

The wine may not have been strong, but they did have quite a few glasses and the haze was getting to them. And so was their need for each other. Rin had one arm hooked securely around her waist, the other tangled in her hair, messing it up with each stroke.

Slowly, their kisses became more heated, hands roamed, and the distance from their hotel drew ever closer. When the limo stopped and their destination was in front them, they pulled away from the kiss, quickly getting out. Rin easily picked her up bridal style and carried her into the hotel, in the elevator and up to their room.

As much as Rin loved seeing her in the dress that made her look like a goddess, he also couldn't wait to tear it off of her. He was going to make his angel sing tonight.

As soon as they got through the door, had it shut and locked, Rin cupped her face with both hands, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She lightly moaned in delight, holding onto his wrists. He began to trail his hands down her figure and around her until his hands reached the back of her dress. He pulled down the zipper then the dress until it pooled around (Y/N)'s ankles like a heap of white snow.

They quickly took off the rest of their clothes until they were on the bed, (Y/N) on top. As they crashed their lips together, she tangled her hands in his long hair, tugging at it a bit. He lightly moaned at the sensation, and she did it again, a bit harder and his moan got louder. She smirked proudly, but that smirk was quickly cut off when she gasped. Rin left kisses and bite marks down her neck, marking her as his.

One side of her neck was left with dark hickeys and Rin firmly held onto her hips, grinding her against him. (Y/N) released a loud whimper as he groaned from the feeling of her wet heat. Her hands trailed down his upper half, her nails grazing teasingly across his skin. The more she teased, the more his pent-up arousal got to him.

Rin isn't always the most patient of men, and sometimes got impulsive by running on his emotions. This proved correct when he roughly held her hips, slamming her down onto him. Screaming in ecstasy, her head leaned back as she moaned Rin's name. That's the singing he wanted to hear.

(Y/N) had her arms around his neck, her hands clawing at his shoulder blades when he sharply thrust up further into her. Her moans filled the dimly lit room, the light reflecting off her skin. Rin's back was quickly filled with scratch marks, and she had small crescent marks along her hips.

Suddenly, Rin flipped them over, pinning (Y/N)'s wrists above her head, his thrusts becoming rougher. His deep voice groaned her name before leaving a small trail of kisses across her collarbone. In turn, she chanted his like a prayer, fueling him further.

The many sinful acts of theirs continued on for what felt like hours. They both couldn't get enough of each other. When they were driving themselves close and closer to the edge, Rin's thrusts started getting sloppy. The way (Y/N) stuttered out his name with a loud whine is what sent him over the edge and into his release. The knot in her stomach let loose as she came right after.

Breathing heavily and coming down from their high, they lied on their backs. They tiredly put on minimum clothes. Rin, wearing sweatpants and (Y/N) wearing one of his shirts that were huge on her. He loved seeing her in his clothes and he wasn't going to deny that by any means. Back in bed and with the lights off now, (Y/N) felt herself get pulled backwards, her back pressed against Rin's chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist, spooning her. His face was nuzzled in the crook of her neck as he took in the calming, sweet scent of her hair.

She hummed quietly and moved her handback to meet his that was draped over her side, entangling their fingers together. Their rings made a small sound when they touched that caused them both to smile before their drowsiness finally took over, lulling them both to sleep.

Keisuke Takahashi & Ryosuke Takahashi - Midnight Lovers

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader x Ryosuke Takahashi | Smut | • Word Count: 4,665. • Synopsis: In which the Takahashi Brothers confess their love for (Y/N), and things get sexy and spicy in Keisuke's room.

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"A-ahh R-Ryosuke!" She moaned after he sharply thrusted in from behind her. Then his brother thrust in at her front. "Keisuke!" She was positioned just over Keisuke's thighs, her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his messy hair, while his long member thrust into her wet entrance, Ryosuke taking her from behind, thrusting in when his brother pulled almost completely out.

The process repeated.

Her back was arched in such a way that gave both brothers better access to both entrances, making the sensations that much more intense. Keisuke was sitting up on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. Ryosuke on his knees behind her with skillful hands trailing along her sides, hips, and back, occasionally holding her in place to give a firm thrust. Keisuke had a hand holding, and sometimes squeezing one of her thighs. His other hand explored the front of her body, trailing from her head all the way down to tease her heat, and back up again.

Her moans were cut short when the blonde pulled her in for a heated kiss, his skillful tongue delving into her mouth, once again memorizing it before pulling away, their red lips being connected by a thick string of saliva. All three of their bodies were covered in a sheen layer of sweat, the dim light of Keisuke's room giving their bodies a light glow effect.

So, how exactly did (Y/N) end up here, getting railed by both of the Takahashi brothers?

Such a turn of events would be easier to explain by going back to the start of the day, where things were much more... normal.

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Keisuke had called (Y/N) a bit early in the morning saying they were planning to go out for breakfast and invited her to go with. She happily accepted and was picked up by the blonde, meeting Ryosuke at the small family restaurant who was already in one of the booths. They both sat across from her and started to strike up some conversations on various topics. Mainly racing from Keisuke, Ryosuke, asking how she's been since they last saw her.

She easily replied with being fine and returned the question to him and Keisuke. They gave the same response as her, Keisuke pouting a bit when she answered to Ryosuke first. He was trying to impress her with his recent race winnings and how's he's improved his driving skills, but his brother just had to come in with the 'overly gentleman' questions and flatter her with his calm demeanor and charm.

Keisuke wasn't like his brother; he wasn't into the uptight and proper behavior Ryosuke displayed on a daily basis. He felt at times, that Ryosuke was winning at impressing (Y/N). They both like her, and both try to impress her, hoping to win her over. It was an unspoken sibling rivalry between them. They've been at it for over a year.

It was more common for them to hang out with her separately since they both wanted to be alone with her, not having the other brother around to interfere. Keisuke's spent more time with her in his opinion, since at the beginning, Ryosuke was still all about his simulations and spent most of his time locked up in his room as usual. But recently, he seems to have more time available and uses it to take (Y/N) out places.

Keisuke had the head start in this race... now Ryosuke is catching up.

About an hour later they finished breakfast and the boys paid. (Y/N) thanked them to which they graciously smiled, saying it's not a problem. As they walked out to the parking lot, Keisuke wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to his beloved FD. He looked at his brother out of the corner of his only to his eyes roll slightly and an almost nonexistent frown on his lips as he reached the door of his FC.

"Is there anything you'd like to do, (Y/N)? If you're up for it, we could all go to the beach for the day. It's been some time since we last went." Ryosuke softly suggested.

Keisuke nodded, adding in a, "Sounds good with me, bro."

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up and she nodded as well. "Sure! That sounds great! I get to have a second chance at beating Keisuke in that water fight." She turns to said person and smirks evilly at him before getting in the passenger seat of the FD.

The boys laughed, following along and getting in their cars. Instead of taking both cars, they drove back to the Takahashi mansion and left the FD. Keisuke and (Y/N) hopped in Ryo's car with her seated up in front. Poor Keisuke barely had any leg room since he's so tall and the back of the car is a lot smaller in space, but he didn't mind since (Y/N) liked looking out the window and staring at things with that daydream expression he loved to stare at.

They arrived at the beach in a few hours and as soon as Keisuke stepped out of the car, he groaned dramatically and stretched his legs, rubbing his hands up and down them in attempt to get rid of the aching feeling. "Aww Kei, you should've told me it was too small back there, I would've switched with you." (Y/N) smiled sympathetically and lightly rubbed his back.

He waved a hand and muttered something along the lines of, "Nah, it's good. I'm fine," then a long sigh made its way out.

"You can sit up front on the way back, alright?" he nodded and stood up straight, putting his hand on top of her head and rubbing it, messing up her hair in the process.

"We forgot to bring swimsuits and towels. There's a small shop here we can get some at." Ryosuke said as he shut the driver side door of the FC. They all headed for the shop with (Y/N) walking in between them.

As she looked at the many selections of swimsuits, the guys picked theirs out already. Keisuke suggested a yellow bikini while Ryosuke suggested one in white. (Y/N) tried both on, two which the guys agreed strongly on the colour they picked specifically.

She rolled her eyes, knowing they wouldn't come to terms with each other, so she looked for more. When she found a (F/C) one with a simple design that had a secondary colour she also loved, the brothers easily agreed on that and bought it for her after she tried it on.

They headed straight for the shore once they bought everything they needed. With towels laid out across the sand and an umbrella providing shade over them, they headed out into the water. (Y/N) won the second round of the water fight between her and Keisuke to which she smiled triumphantly for. Kei pouted and had his arms crossed and she couldn't help but stare for a moment. The muscles on his arm flexed slightly due to their crossed position and the water droplets sliding down them was hot.

When she felt movement behind her, she turned around and faced Ryosuke, only to be greeted by something equally hot. His wet hair was clinging to the sides of his face, the water dripping from the ends and onto his collarbones, down to his toned chest. Fuck. Why do they both have to be so sexy?

Keisuke snuck up behind her and picked her up, a loud squeak escaping her lips and then another when he dropped her into the water. When she re-emerged from underneath the water, she glared at the blonde who was laughing his ass off, Ryosuke chuckling along with him.

Sometime later they were chilling on the large towels under the umbrella, eating ice cream. Keisuke being the horny dog he is, decided to take a small bit of melting ice cream and flick it onto (Y/N)'s cheek. She stopped moving and took a second to process what hit her. Before she could turn to Keisuke and ask him what for, he had already leaned over to her. His lips brushed lightly against her cheek as he licked the ice cream off in one upward movement before leaving a kiss there and pulling away. The remaining feeling of the kiss is almost like echoing remnant that stays for a while before slowly fading away.

Her eyes widened at his actions, and yet again, before the poor girl could say anything, she felt something cold on her other side, being on her neck this time. Just as quickly as the cold feeling appeared, it vanished when Ryosuke's tongue came in contact with her neck, licking it off in one go before leaving a light, almost teasing kiss where the cold dessert had been.

At this point, her cheeks were tomatoes. She tried to focus on finishing her ice cream before they would pack up and drive back home since the sun was starting to set. No words were exchanged between the three of them until they were back at Ryosuke's car putting everything in the hatch then driving back to Takasaki.

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"Thanks for today guys, it was fun!" She gave them each a hug and waved before heading into her house. The brothers got home not long after and sat on opposite sides of the couch, deep in thought. They both knew what they were going to talk about. It was just the question of who was going to speak first.

"I'm tired of this bullshit, aniki." It was Keisuke.

Quite predictable that he'd be first to speak, given his impulsive and emotional nature. "Define exactly what your tired of, little brother." Ryosuke replied passively.

"You know exactly what I mean! This constant silent rivalry of trying to get (Y/N). It's all we ever do when she's around us. I don't even think she knows about it. Or she does and that's why she hasn't given any hints that she likes one of us more than the other. Why don't we just tell her? It'd be easier than continuing with all of this bull crap." He sunk back into the couch, watching Ryosuke closely for an expression and answer.

He took a sip of his tea before setting it on the table. "And if she can't choose one of us, then what?" he looked to his little brother with a slight tilt of his head.

"We share her. Do what we've been doing, but we'll at least be happier knowing it isn't a competition anymore." Keisuke said it a lot easier than he wanted to admit. "We both want her, aniki, you know that. In more ways than one, too."

"I'm very aware of that, Keisuke," Ryosuke replied quickly, "but if she wants nothing to do with this topic, we're not forcing her, understand?" he gave his brother a firm glare.

"Yeah, I know. I wasn't planning to do that anyways." Keisuke responded honestly, his aniki nodding in approval.

"So, do we call her over or something?" the blonde awkwardly asked after a minute of silence, his gaze averted to something else around the room.

"If you'd like, otherwise we'd most likely wait until the next time one or both of us spends the day with her."

"Yeah, I can't wait that long." Kei got up and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Heading out the front door of the house, he called (Y/N)'s number and sat on the hood of his FD. After a few rings, she picked up and her voice echoed on the other side.

"Keisuke? What's up?" her voice asked curiously.

"Are you busy?"

"No, just sitting at home. Why?"

"Uh, did you want to maybe come over here for the night? If you've got nothing else to do, and aniki and I wanted to talk to you about something." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly even though no one was around him.

"Sure, I can be there in a few minutes." She piped up and they ended the call.

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The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house not even ten minutes later. Ryosuke was the one to answer the door and let (Y/N) in. They settled on the couch with Keisuke already there. She sat in between them, the youngest brother, on her right, had an arm around the edge of the couch, his hand nearly touching her shoulder.

The oldest, on her left, was closer to her with their thighs almost touching. She was a little confused and mostly curious as to what they were doing. "What did you both want to talk about?" she suddenly asked.

"You." They replied at the same time. She quirked her eyebrows and looked at them. "We love you, (Y/N). And we've been kind of fighting over you for more than a year." Keisuke started, Ryosuke following up with, "So, we concluded that we could share you. Only if you're willing and completely sure that you're alright with it."

Hold up a fucking minute.

The Takahashi brothers both want her? It was hard enough for her to try and decide who she liked more, now they're both here confessing their love for her. Her wide eyes and shocked expression soon turned into a large smile at the thought. Without thinking, she cupped Ryosuke's face with both hands, planting a quick kiss on his lips before turning to Keisuke and doing the same.

Now it was their turn to be shocked.

Once they recovered, they each had an arm wrapped around her and their free hands trailed along her. It was like she hit a switch on them that instantly got them touchy and affectionate. They mirrored each other, leaving light, teasing kisses along her neck, softly nipping it occasionally.

A light whine escaped her lips when Keisuke licked up her neck and Ryosuke nipped at the other side. The brothers hummed pleasantly at the reaction, driving them to tease further. Their hands both trailed up her thighs, their nails ghosting over her skin that gives her goosebumps.

Ryosuke gently grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him before connecting their lips. His lips were soft against her own as they molded together perfectly. She tangled one of her hands in his hair as he lightly slid his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, but she decided not to grant it to him.

Keisuke gave a small, sharp bite, on the crook of her neck making her squeak and open her mouth enough for Ryosuke to snake his tongue in. She groaned in both frustration and pleasure as his tongue explored the new territory and slid against her own. When she tried to fight his, he lightly held her tongue in place with his teeth before turning his head and leaving a few more deep kisses before pulling away.

In the meantime, Keisuke had left dark hickeys in his wake from the top of her neck, to the length of her collarbone. He turned her more towards him, immediately crashing his lips on hers. She moaned from the sudden roughness, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers in his dirty blonde hair. Keisuke slipped his tongue in easily, not being as gentle as his brother. His tongue took in every part of her mouth, memorizing it. When he withdrew it, he continued his deep, slightly rough kisses. His lips molded with hers just as easily as Ryosuke's.

The older sibling went back to covering the other side of her soft neck with dark hickeys, and light bites. His hands were kept busy with trailing along her sides and back, lightly scratching his nails on her skin from underneath her shirt. When Keisuke slowly pulled away, the two of them were panting for breath, cheeks flushed red, along with their lips being connected with a thin string of saliva.

When the brothers made eye contact it was as if they spoke telepathically. With a slight nod from both, Keisuke picked (Y/N) up and they got off the couch, heading for Keisuke's room. She tried to hide her blush by covering her face with his shoulder when she felt his arousal getting bigger against her thighs and seeing Ryosuke's as well. Although, she couldn't deny that she was turned on too. Having two of the hottest guys fawn over her was definitely a great feeling.

And now here they were, cascaded across Keisuke's oversized bed. The blonde was quick to take his shirt off, his defined muscles rippling like smooth ocean waves when he moves. He moved to sit up and lean against the headboard, pulling (Y/N) onto his lap, her back pressed again his chest. His hard arousal brushed against her ass as his hands eagerly felt up her sides.

Ryosuke leaned over, balancing on his knees and one hand as his other held her cheek, bringing her in for a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined once again, and her hands travelled up to the buttons of his shirt. Undoing them fairly quick, Ryo pulled away from the kiss and leaned back up to take it off completely. She let out a small whimper when Keisuke started to slowly grind himself against her.

The boys smirked, Ryosuke got off of the bed, turning her to face him as took her hands in his, moving them to the hem of his pants and trailing them down slowly over his arousal. Her blush worsened when she felt his member and the slight twitch it gave. When her hands went back up to his belt, she started to undo it, the button and the zipper. Ryosuke finished the rest of the way and slowly, almost teasingly, pulled everything down leaving him fully naked. His long member stood up proudly, a few veins along the base were showed prominently.

(Y/N) could feel herself getting wetter by the minute. Just what are all the things the three of them are going to do tonight? She couldn't wait to find out.

She bit her lip at the thought, Ryosuke's smirk getting bigger when he saw it. Keisuke leaned forward, his lips just brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're going to take him in that pretty little mouth of yours and suck him off until he comes, then you're going to do the same for me." He licked the shell of her ear before nipping at the ear lobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

Keisuke then moved her off of him and stood her up with him. The brothers were quick to take off her clothes, (Y/N) doing the same with Keisuke's pants. Just as quickly as they stood up, they were all back on the bed, this time Ryosuke being in the same spot and position Keisuke was in. Once she was positioned in front of Ryosuke's member, he gently stroked a hand along her jaw, lightly pressing on both sides with his fingers.

She opened her mouth and tentatively took in the tip, lightly bobbing her head a few times before taking more of him in each time she went down. Ryosuke drew in a sharp breath, letting out a ragged moan when she swirled her tongue around him. From behind, Keisuke leaned over her, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along her back, his hand toying with her thighs.

He lifted one of his hands higher until his fingers were teasing her wet entrance. (Y/N) moaned, the vibrations of her voice hitting Ryosuke's sensitive member head on. He in turn groaned loudly, the back of his head hitting the headboard and his eyes rolling back a bit. His grip on her soft hair tightened, and he pushed her head down, her mouth taking in almost all of him as his tip touched the back of her throat.

"I'll bet she's doing a good job, aniki?" Keisuke asked with a small smirk, already knowing the answer. He slipped a finger into her entrance, moving it back and forth quickly before easily putting in a second, then a third. Her moans and whines all reverberated onto Ryosuke's member, nearly driving him over the edge each time. Ryosuke, surprisingly being unable to form a proper sentence, could only nod to his little brother's question. His half-lidded eyes watched the girl work her magic. With the excessive twitches of his member, (Y/N) figured he was getting close to his release.

And she was right.

"A-ah, f-fuck (Y/N)!" Ryosuke stuttered, his voice cracking, with a long moan as he came into her mouth.

"Swallow, beautiful." Keisuke said, still hovering over her, and pressed a light kiss on her left shoulder as she did as she was told. When Ryosuke came down from his high, he helped Keisuke rearrange themselves on the bed. Kei was now leaning against the headboard, Ryo behind her.

"One more time, gorgeous?" the blonde asked, now with his member presented in front of her. She crawled towards him just a bit and crashed her lips onto his, an arm around his neck. He immediately responded, tangling a hand in her hair, tilting their heads, and deepening the kiss. Ryosuke took the opportunity to hold onto her hips and slowly push into her ass.

She pulled away from the kiss, her hand gripping Keisuke's shoulder and head pressed against his chest as she nearly screamed Ryosuke's name. It was easier for him to slip in since his member was still covered in her saliva. He held still, letting her adjust, before slowly pushing in further, and repeating the process until he was sheathed to the hilt. (Y/N) was panting against Keisuke's chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back until the pain dissipated.

Ryosuke gave a few slow, tentative thrusts. When he earned pleasured moans from her throat, his thrusts became slightly rougher, with a slow to moderate pace. "I didn't think you'd go for that right away, aniki."

"Well," a thrust in, then a moan, "I am full of surprises, am I not?" Ryosuke hummed, his signature smile playing on his lips.

"M-mhm." (Y/N) lightly responded, pushing off of Keisuke's chest and lowering herself to his still hard member, her back arched to give Ryosuke better access to her ass. More confident in her movements this time, she easily took most of him in.

She swirled her tongue around his member and up the base of it, passing over a very prominent vein that had the blonde man whimpering for more. When Ryosuke thrust in, she was pushed forward which resulted in the tip of Keisuke's twitching member to touch the back of her throat. He has less self-control than his aniki, and came into her mouth far quicker, unable to hold himself back for a little while longer. Moaning her name with a raspy, deep voice, she withdrew her mouth and swallowed. Ryosuke gave a quick, sharp thrust, (Y/N) giving a borderline lewd moan.

"Move her closer aniki, I wanna fuck her too." Keisuke said, almost desperately as he pulled her closer by the waist, Ryosuke moving forward as well. She arched her back further inward, giving Ryosuke a bit of an easier time to fuck her from behind. Her small moans and whimpers fueled the brothers further when she felt Keisuke grind against her slick, wet heat before lowering her onto him, filling her completely. She threw her head back, eyes rolling back as well, when they took turns thrusting in and pulling almost completely out.

This was beyond euphoria.

They latched their mouths onto her neck, kissing, biting, and touching up on the still dark hickeys that were already going to be there for days. All of the pent-up arousal in Keisuke has him thrusting his hips up roughly and fast. Due to his fast pace, sometimes both boys would thrust into her at the same time, earning them a delighted scream from her.

"A-ahh R-Ryosuke!" She moaned after he sharply thrusted in from behind her. Then his brother thrust in at her front. "Keisuke!" She was positioned just over Keisuke's thighs, her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his messy hair, while his long member thrust into her wet entrance, Ryosuke taking her from behind, thrusting in when his brother pulled almost completely out.

The process repeated.

Her back was arched in such a way that gave both brothers better access to both entrances, making the sensations that much more intense. Keisuke was sitting up on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. Ryosuke on his knees behind her with skillful hands trailing along her sides, hips, and back, occasionally holding her in place to give a firm thrust. Keisuke had a hand holding, and sometimes squeezing one of her thighs. His other hand explored the front of her body, trailing from her head all the way down to tease her heat, and back up again.

Her moans were cut short when the blonde pulled her in for a heated kiss, his skillful tongue delving into her mouth, once again memorizing it before pulling away, their red lips being connected by a thick string of saliva. All three of their bodies were covered in a sheen layer of sweat, the dim light of Keisuke's room giving their bodies a light glow effect.

Ryosuke turned (Y/N)'s head to the right, capturing her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. Keisuke watched the scene before him, his eyes clouding over with more lust and arousal. He leaned forward, stealing a couple quick kisses from her before turning his head to Ryosuke and planting his lips on his. They lightly moaned, tilting their head for a better angle, their kisses becoming a bit more heated. (Y/N) felt the knot in her stomach tighten from watching them, her head on Keisuke's shoulder with her arms wrapped around them. Their thrusts were unrelenting, even with their attention on each other, lips pressed firmly with the other's.

She had to admit, it was actually pretty hot.

When they pulled away, the brothers gave her their full attention. She could feel their members twitching inside her occasionally; they were getting close too. Ryosuke and Keisuke both had their hands on her hips, pacing their thrusts faster, deeper, and rougher. Her moans, mixed with theirs, echoed in the dimly lit room, her nails scratching at Keisuke's back as she chanted their names over and over, her release coming ever closer.

"B-boys, I'm g-getting-" She was cut off by their response, "Me too" being said at the same time. Their thrusts slowly getting sloppy but remaining rough. Ryosuke leaned over her more, his chest touching her upper back, making it easier to push into her, while Keisuke leaned back a bit more, making thrusting his hips up easier as well.

When her release finally gave way, she screamed in ecstasy, the back of her head hitting Ryosuke's shoulder, and her nails digging into Keisuke's shoulder blades. Her walls clenched tightly around their members causing them to come right after and fill her completely. Their deep groans reverberating in the room that soon turned to desperate pants to catch their breaths. Ryosuke was the first to slowly pull out before collapsing onto his back. (Y/N) whined from the emptiness, then again when Keisuke pulled out next.

After they cleaned up with a quick rinse in the shower and put night clothes on, they were back in Keisuke's room, collapsing onto the bed. Keisuke on the left, (Y/N) in the middle, and Ryosuke on the right. She was lying on her right side, Keisuke draping an arm over her waist and cuddling up to spoon her. Ryosuke had her cradled safely against his chest, his hand gently moving through her hair.

She wore a small, content smile, drowsiness quickly taking over. "I love you, boys." She said with a light, tired voice.

"Love you too, (Y/N)." They replied once again in unison, before they all drifted off to sleep.

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 - I Can't Stop Lovin' You

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Fluff | • Word Count: 2,938. • Synopsis: In which Keisuke is an amazing father, teaches his child about the world of cars, and said child turns street racer Keisuke into a doting, loving person no street racer thought they would ever see.

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She had just gotten home from work, and the first thing (Y/N) sees as soon as she walks through the front door, is both adorable and hilarious.

There they sat, in the middle of the main room on the floor. Keisuke and their son. She had a strong hunch from the beginning that Keisuke was going to get their kid into cars one day, but it seemed to be happening a lot faster than she expected.

(Y/N) and Keisuke had been dating since the first year of high school and during their senior year she had gotten pregnant with (S/N). Her and Keisuke were always careful with this sort of thing, but accidents happen, and sometimes lovely surprises can follow. Her parents weren't happy about their daughter having a child at eighteen and were very disappointed.

Keisuke being the impulsive and protective man he is, immediately told (Y/N) she could move in with him and Ryosuke at their mansion and she's been here since. The both of them are still quite young, but they've been going strong. They ended up having a perfect wedding just six months ago with Ryosuke being the officiant and their son being the ring bearer.

And now here (Y/N) stood, watching her husband teach their child to drift toy cars across the main room's floor. Especially the FD that was the same yellow as his real one. (And he had painted 'RedSuns' onto the rear fenders.) (Y/N) leaned against the wall quietly, the both of them not knowing she was there as she watched them with a warm smile.

"You gotta swing the butt of the car out to drift it, buddy." Keisuke explained and showed an example, with the kid following his exact movements. "There ya go, bud!" Kei's eyes lit up and then turned slightly confused when (S/N) continued to move the car in a circle, making donuts instead of drifts. (Y/N) covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud as Keisuke's expression had a 'why though' look to it. "You gotta drift it just a little and then drive straight after, kiddo, not keep going in circles. Like this." Keisuke gave another example, (S/N) watching intensely.

Copying his father's movements, he did it correctly this time and that gleam in Keisuke's eyes lit up again. "Atta boy!" The three-year-old grinned as wide as his dad. He looked just like Keisuke in all honesty. The same bright blue eyes, and a mixture of dark hair with some streaks of dirty blonde. She still isn't sure if Keisuke is a natural blonde or not, but (S/N) got some of it.

"Like father like son, huh?" (Y/N) finally spoke, a light giggle following. They both looked over and grinned when their eyes landed on her.

"Hey gorgeous!" Keisuke said first, followed by, "Mommy!!" and the fast pattering of small feet that ran towards her. She enveloped (S/N) in a hug and picked him up, walking over to Keisuke who pulled her into a hug and left a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"How'd your day go, love?" Keisuke asked.

"Just like any other workday. Nothing new happened, as usual." She shrugged and moved some stray strands of hair out of (S/N)'s eyes, to which he stubbornly shook his head, the hair falling back into place. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, he's just as stubborn as his father, too. "How about you? You two seem to be having fun." She leaned her head back, the back of it resting on Keisuke's shoulder as she looked up at him. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, trying to get him into cars. I think he confuses drifting with donuts though."

(S/N) huffed, "Do not!" (Y/N) laughed and Keisuke gave him an unconvinced look with a raised eyebrow.

"Sure, kid." He said as he ruffled his son's hair, the strands now sticking up in multiple directions. (Y/N) awed, he was adorable with it like that.

"You both hungry? I'm gonna make dinner." Both boys nodded at the same time, in the same way. "Alright, I'll go start it then. Kei, ask Ryosuke if he wants anything specific." She handed over (S/N) to Keisuke and headed into the kitchen.

"Gotcha." He headed upstairs to his brother's room and knocked on the door. "Hey aniki? (Y/N)'s makin' dinner you want anything with it?" There was silence for a moment before the door opened and Ryosuke walked out.

"No, whatever she has planned is good."

(S/N) reached his arms out towards his uncle, opening and closing his hands. "Uncle Row-skay!" The brothers laughed; the kid still unable to pronounce his name correctly. Keisuke gave (S/N) to his brother, and they walked back downstairs. (Y/N) already had the food started and dishes on the counter. The boys took them and set the table up while talking. It mostly consisted of Keisuke and Ryosuke talking about race tactics for the next battle this weekend. After the food was done and set up on the table, they all thanked (Y/N) and dug in.

When dinner was finished and everything had been cleaned up, Ryosuke went back to his room to finish his beloved simulations while (S/N) and Keisuke quickly raided the freezer for ice cream before jumping on the couch to watch Initial D. Keisuke liked that the FD in the anime was the same colour as his. Although it was a bit suspicious how the cars looked exactly like the ones that have been at the recent races and even the characters look pretty damn similar to the people who drive them.

Speaking of races, the one this weekend is Keisuke's race against Nakazato on Myogi. Maybe she can bring (S/N) to surprise him. He's has been dying to see a race with real cars instead of the ones on TV.

(Y/N) sat next to Keisuke and he immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She rested her head on his shoulder and laced their fingers together. The three of them sat together, watching about an hour and a half worth of episodes before it was time for (S/N) to go to bed. Like Keisuke, he loves his beauty sleep.

After helping him with his nightly routine, she tucked him into bed, and he was out like a light as soon as his head touched the pillow. Shutting the door to his room quietly, she walked to Keisuke's at the end of the hall, finding him standing there in just his boxers. His shirt was taken off before she got in the room, seeing as he was still holding onto it before tossing it somewhere in a corner.

(Y/N) shut the door, his head turning towards her at the sound. She wore a smirk as she took in her husband's appearance. He let out a deep chuckle when he figured out what she was doing. Nuzzling herself against him, she wrapped both arms around his sides, and hands pressed flat on the strong muscles of his back.

Keisuke reciprocated, his defined forearms gently hugging her. He picked her up a moment later and laid her on the bed, the both of them snuggling into the blankets. Facing each other, they shared soft kisses and gentle hair strokes. When their kisses slowed down and became tired, Keisuke lightly pulled away and brought (Y/N) closer to him, his arm protectively draped over her.

She hummed in content at the warmth he radiated off of his form and his natural scent bringing her a sense of comfort and protection. Soon enough, they fell asleep in each other's arms, their legs tangled together, and soft smiles gracing their lips.

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It was almost ten. Takeshi and the rest of the NightKids were at the bottom of Myogi, waiting for Keisuke to show up for their uphill race. As time went on, Nakazato's expression slowly turned into an impatient one. After recently racing Fujiwara, Keisuke seemed to be having a 'show up at the last minute' kind of vibe.

Ryosuke had already gotten to the mountain early, having brought (Y/N) and (S/N) with him at her request of wanting to surprise Keisuke. (S/N) was ecstatic to be here and loved the ride up the mountain in Ryo's FC. He went slow for the most part and didn't drift around corners since the child was with them, but sped up for him on the straightaways, the sound of the FC's turbos whistling in the night breeze, which earned small cheers and giggles out of the boy. The three of them now waited for the race to start and for Keisuke to reach the top.

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"You made me wait." Takeshi gave a slight glare to the younger Takahashi brother.

"The main character shows up last." Keisuke retorted with a smirk, his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants.

"Let's get this race started," the blonde turned towards one of the RedSuns holding a radio, "we're good, right?" The guy spoke into the radio waiting for other answers to come through before responding.

"We're all clear Keisuke! Ready when you both are!" They both nodded and got in their cars.

As the countdown started, they revved their engines and peeled out once the race began. Tearing up the corners and speeding up on the straightaways, Keisuke stayed behind the black R32, watching its movements and the lines it follows, waiting for the perfect moment to pass it.

Every time they passed a corner and checkpoint that a person with a radio would report in, (S/N) would giggle and clap a bit whenever he heard Keisuke's name. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile and Ryosuke even chuckled. Some people looked over curiously at her and the kid, then to Ryosuke trying to piece together if something was going on between the two, and if the kid was actually his or not.

When the sound of engines and squealing tires was heard, (S/N) started giggling louder and was rocking himself from side to side excitedly while holding onto (Y/N). He watched the road intensely, waiting to see his dad's bright yellow FD speed around the corner. And within a few minutes, it did. He was in the lead and crossed the finish line first.

On cue, spectators clapped and cheered at another victory for the RedSuns. When Keisuke got out of the car, the first thing he heard was, "Daddy!" and the first thing he saw was (S/N) being held by (Y/N). He was sitting on her hip as she leaned on the front fender of Ryosuke's FC, him doing the same next to her.

Everyone quieted down when they heard him yell and looked at the kid, confused. Takeshi looked between Keisuke and the three-year-old with a raised eyebrow, not fully believing he's actually a father. The ecstatic boy held his arms out towards his dad, a huge grin on his face that showed his baby teeth.

Keisuke walked quickly around his car and over to his son, a smile on his face that also showed his teeth as he laughed. "Hey kiddo, what are you doin' here?" He took (S/N) in his arms and ruffled his hair with a hand.

"Mama and Uncle Row-skay let me see daddy race!" He leaned his head on Keisuke's chest and looked up at him with a childish grin, wrapping his small arms around Kei's neck in a hug.

The spectators and NightKids were all shocked and quietly talked amongst themselves at how strange it was to see THE Keisuke Takahashi with a child, that was his own. No one could fully process that it was real. The major shock to everyone was how he went from an arrogant, self-righteous ass, to a soft, loving guy as soon as his wife and child were there.

Keisuke set (S/N) on the ground after a few minutes and decided to tell him about tire wear. He kneeled by the front left tire of his FD and started explaining what happens that makes tires wear down so much and how to avoid as much of it as possible. (S/N) listened intently and nodded furiously every few seconds and put his small hand on the rubber of the tires to feel the difference of what Keisuke was explaining before he took his other small hand, walking to the back tires that were in a worse condition of wear. It was much smoother than the front and Kei started describing how the back wheels and front can have the same or a different amount of wear depending on how rough you are with your handling at turns and throttling the accelerator.

(Y/N) and Ryosuke watched in amusement at how the blonde turned an actual race into a learning experience. Ryosuke was proud of his little brother for teaching his son the things he taught him and taking it seriously. (Y/N) was giggling at how cute it was that he looked like a badass as soon as he got out of the car, then to a cute and fluffy version of himself when he figured out that he could describe things easier now that he could show it as he explained.

Everyone watched the two as intently as (S/N) listened to his dad's explanations. Takeshi seemed to have softened up once the initial shock had settled and had a mixture of a small smirk and smile. The rest of the NightKids did as well, except for Shingo. His expression hadn't changed from the 'what the fuck is going on' look at all.

After the short father and son bonding session, they prepped to leave. Keisuke begged to let (S/N) ride with him in the FD, to which Ryosuke and (Y/N) both looked skeptical. He was a bit young to sit in the front, even though his car only had two seats. After making multiple promises to his wife and brother that he'd go slow and wouldn't pull anything crazy they finally accepted.

Keisuke just wanted to show his son how to shift gears, what all the gauges meant, what the engine and turbos sounds were, you get the gist of it. He kept his promises, and drove the speed limit down the mountain, with Ryosuke and (Y/N) following behind in the FC.

Keisuke only sped up on the straightaways to get the turbos going. The whistle of them always got (S/N) giddy with a big smile. Once they reached the bottom of Myogi onto the city streets, Keisuke took the boy's right hand and put it on the shifter. His bigger hand covered his son's smaller one easily, and when he shifted (S/N) would feel the movement of the gears.

He wore a big smile that showed his bright little baby teeth, feeling like he was helping his dad drive. He really wanted to be like him one day; to race around on mountain slopes, drive a fast car, and have the best skills like his dad. Keisuke would teach him to drive – maybe in this car – and how to race. He couldn't wait to learn how to drift and perhaps race against his dad and uncle one day.

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By the time the Takahashi's got home, the littlest one was out like a light. Keisuke had to quietly close the driver side door, open the passenger side, grab the kid out slowly (and hope he doesn't wake up), shut the door, and walk inside to put him to bed. Not too hard, right?

Luckily, it all went according to plan and (S/N) was snuggled up under the soft covers of his bed. As soon as Keisuke shut the door to his room, he had a sweat drop from how many times the kid almost woke up. (Y/N) was already in bed, sitting up and reading a manga. Once he had all his clothes off, except for a loose and comfy pair of boxers, Keisuke almost literally jumped in bed. (Y/N) laughed when he wrapped his arms around her and had half of his face buried in her thighs.

The dim light of the table lamp on (Y/N)'s side gave the room a calm demeanor. The sound of the ceiling fan and the occasional page turning of her manga turned into a lulling background noise. Just as Keisuke was about to fall asleep, a small knock on the door pulled him out of it. He groaned and rolled over. "Mama? Daddy?" the small voice on the other side of the door asked.

"He was asleep when I put him in bed, I swear." Keisuke whispered as his eyes looked up and met (Y/N)'s.

She smiled gently and spoke, "What's the matter, baby?"

The door lightly opened and shut before (S/N) scampered over to his parents, his baby blanket in hand. He tossed it up and it landed on the bed, the fabric patterns having small cars all over it were visible for only a moment, before he crawled up and over to them, grabbing his blanket and snuggling himself in between his parents.

"I wanna sleep with you." Was all he said as he settled in. (Y/N) and Keisuke chuckled, he put an arm over (S/N) and (Y/N) turned off the lamp and lied down, gently running her fingers through the boy's soft hair before moving them and intertwining them Keisuke's. He ran his thumb soothingly over the top of her hand, the small gesture helping with lulling her to sleep. Soon enough, the three of them were asleep, happily.

Sometimes, the things that are unplanned or the little accidents that happen can give you one of the greatest things in your life.

Keisuke Takahashi - Take My Soul

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Angst to Happy Ending | • Word Count: 6,000. • Synopsis: In which Keisuke gets to leave his gang life and have a second chance at finding and pursuing his dream, thanks to his beloved, only to have his world come crashing down around him.

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He was nearly broken on the floor, with bloody knuckles, cuts on his face, and blood trickling down his nose. Yet he wasn't one to give up a fight so easily, even when he was thrown to the ground. Such is the life he's been living, with his gang roaming the streets of Tokyo late at night. This is the life he chose when he left home. This is the life he made for himself, through the near churning hatred he's dealt with in life. His father thought him a disappointment to the family, lavishing his older brother with even the smallest of praises, seeing as he was following the path of becoming a doctor, like their father.

But Keisuke didn't want to be bound by family responsibility. He wanted to live his life the way he wanted. He wanted to do things his own way that would make him happy. He just wanted to be himself. Was that too much to ask? The minute he graduated, he packed a minimum of things he would need and ran away to Tokyo. He joined a bosozoku gang and it made him feel free. Getting to do things whenever he wanted, go where ever he wanted, when he wanted. He didn't feel like a bird in a cage too small anymore.

The occasional times his gang would run into an opposing one would normally result in conflict, and he loved the thrill and adrenaline that fighting gave him. Taking a hit and returning it ten times stronger. It was invigorating.

But now, he found himself outnumbered. It was an unfair fight; six against one. He quickly found himself hunched over on the ground, pressing his hands onto the worst of his injured self, hoping the pressure would alleviate some of the pain. The others laughed, mocking him at how he was displaying such weakness, deeming him to not be as strong as he was made out to be.

He figured this was where he was going to die. That he would be beaten in some back alley and would be left to have his wounds claim him. Such is the life of a gang member. It's a harsh world of kill or get killed. Now, he would have to accept his pitiful fate of not truly living the life he wanted. What a shit turn of events, he thought.

That was until he heard the six bastards start to drop like flies, and short screams escaping their throats before they fell unconscious. Keisuke slowly looked up to meet the eyes of his saviour, his laboured breaths now being the only source of sound. His blue eyes widened at the person and the ends of his lips turned upward slightly. Of all the people to come to his rescue... thank god it was her.

"Can you walk?" she asked, moving towards him.

"Yeah, I think so." The blonde replied in between heavy breaths.

She slung his right arm over her shoulders and wrapped her left around his side, helping him stand. He winced slightly, but stood fine nonetheless. She helped him back to the warehouse their gang resided in. It was in quite good condition with many separate rooms, varying from storage to small office-like rooms and separate bedrooms. They may be in a gang, but at least they were well organized and clean.

Once Keisuke was settled on his small bed, the girl worked on patching up his cuts and bruises. He watched her solemnly, feeling guilty that she once again had to rescue his dumb ass and is once again tending to his wounds. (Y/N) was always there for him and he sure as hell was grateful for it. He would have been dead ages ago if she wasn't around. But with how much she can do, he felt so much smaller than her. She takes care of herself better than he does, she fights better than he does. How could he return the favour when he's nearly nothing in comparison?

"What are you sighing about? You've done it five times in a row now." She spoke suddenly, her voice slightly coarse.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"I can tell. Looks like the gears in your head are grinding. Or stalling, which is it?" they both chuckled. "Alright, you're all patched up. Try not gettin' into another fight any time soon, would ya? I can't be your doctor all the time, ya know."

"Yeah, I'll try. Thanks." His words were soft.

"How long do you plan to keep livin' like this, Kei?" her eyes met his deep blue ones, "You're always gettin' bloodied up week after week. It's like you're looking to get yourself killed. One day you're gonna come across the wrong gang, maybe even the Yakuza, and that'll be it for you."

Keisuke sighed for a sixth time, averting his gaze to the floor. "I don't know. I'm just not feeling anything. Like, I'm not getting- I can't feel the excitement or adrenaline of this anymore. I don't know- I just... I don't know."

She watched him quietly, her eyes fixed on his ever-changing expressions of confusion to deep thought, trying to find the answer. "You don't deserve this kind of life, Kei."

"What do you mean?" he looked at her, confused.

"You got a lot of potential for something and this life we're in right now, ain't it. You could be doing something so much better and much more fulfilling that walkin' in back alleys lookin' to throw punches. Gang life isn't going to help you make your dreams come true, Keisuke. You left home 'cause you wanted to live through your dreams and achieve whatever it is you wanted to do. I can sure as hell bet you that being in a bike gang, isn't one of 'em. So, answer me this: what is it you truly want to do with your life?"

Keisuke sat in silence, his eyes once again meeting the floor. His expression turned depressed as he whispered, "Not this." A few minutes of silence passed before he spoke again. "I don't know what I want to do, but I don't think any of it involves Tokyo. I just haven't found what it is I want. I guess I thought coming here would help me with that. Looks like that didn't work out so well, huh?"

"I think you should go home, Kei. Get yourself out of this hell, cut all your ties with this place and leave. Start over back in Gunma. You don't have to listen to your father and what he wants you to do. That's not up to him to decide. Go home, take some time for yourself and find what it is you're meant to do. Don't rush, don't stress, it'll come to you when the time is right."

"I hardly think my parents or aniki want me back."

"You're not entirely right there, blondie."

Keisuke met her gaze, seeing the small smirk on her lips. "How would you know?"

"I wouldn't have found you tonight if I wasn't out looking for you for a reason. Considering you're all patched up now and don't seem too worse for wear, how 'bout you and I take a little walk? Oh, and bring your bags with." She pointed to the few duffle bags in the corner that were already packed with his things before she stood up and stretched.

"What do I need those for? What are you up to?" he questioned.

"Grab those bags and we'll find out."

Keisuke huffed in response, grabbing his bags and throwing them over his shoulder, following her out of the warehouse and down a series of streets. They turned the corner of another road before stopping. Keisuke froze with wide eyes. The small, one way street held a white FC, but that wasn't what was important.

"A-Aniki?" the blonde stared at the man leaning against the car, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Keisuke." He greeted, a smile forming on his features as he turned to face his little brother.

Keisuke dropped his things before tightly hugging his brother, tears glossing over his eyes. Ryosuke reciprocated in kind, giving his brother just as sure a hug. They pulled away moments later, the oldest giving a reassuring smile and nod.

The brothers turned towards the girl with Keisuke being the first to speak. "When did you plan this?"

"Eh, not too long ago, I'd say. When I noticed your flame dyin' out, I figured it was high time to get you the hell outta here. This isn't a place for people with great potential. Like I said, you deserve better, and you'll find it when your back in Gunma." She nodded, assuring, and told him to get in the car.

Keisuke pulled her into a bear hug, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it gently and whispering, "Thank you." He pulled away before gently cupping her cheek and leaning in to press long, soft kisses on her lips. She easily melted into them with a hum, relishing in the moment she knew might be the last time she would see him in a while, maybe ever.

They pulled away some minutes later, saying what might be their final goodbye. "Come with me." Keisuke said, his eyes gleaming slightly with hope.

"I'll catch up to ya soon. I got you cleared to leave, best I could. I haven't done that for myself and it's gonna be a lot harder, knowing my reputation. Some people aren't gonna be too happy about that. I'll find you though, alright Kei?" she smiled.

"She does have means to contact me if she needs it. She knows what she needs to do and it would be best not to interfere, especially you with your newly cleared name around here." Ryosuke explained smoothly, which greatly helped in her case.

Keisuke reluctantly gave in, telling her to keep in touch as often as she could, giving her one last hug and goodbye kiss before getting in the FC, Ryosuke soon driving away. Keisuke watched her from the rearview mirror until she was out of sight, then he sighed. How long is it going to take for her to leave? What if something goes wrong and he's not there to protect her? He shook his head slightly, diminishing those thoughts. She always took care of herself better than he did himself. She would be fine. He knew she would be okay.

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When Keisuke returned home, he found his old room waiting for him, in the same state that he left it. His mother was happy to have her son back, welcoming him with open arms and her loving hugs that he missed dearly. His father made no comments, didn't even look at him. Keisuke wasn't going to let it bother him. Not after he was finally able to leave the city with a good name. He wasn't going to ruin everything his girl did for him just because of his father.

Ryosuke had opened up time to spend with his brother, and introduced him to the street racing world. Seeing his aniki drift his car so flawlessly, seeing him have complete control over everything it did was amazing in his eyes. He wanted to learn how Ryosuke did it, he wanted to learn to race, to have the adrenaline course through him at every turn on a mountain pass.

This is what he was looking for. This is what he wanted to do. To feel the exhilaration of racing at high speeds along the winding roads of a mountain. To control a car with everything he had, to drift around those tight corners and accelerate quickly to the next. Keisuke wanted to race at every chance he had.

When he was gifted with the newest model RX-7, he couldn't sit still. His leg was constantly bouncing as he waited for nightfall to make its way around. Then he would go out to practice with Ryosuke. His aniki taught him everything he knew, and Keisuke's performance grew better with each run. This was the life he wanted to live forever. He finally found what he had been searching for. Keisuke's skills were enhancing over the months he'd been back. He finally felt like he was meant for something and driving only made him feel all the freer. He was happy.

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"...what?"

"I'm sorry, Keisuke."

"She... she's not dead, stop lying aniki!" Keisuke didn't want to continue hearing it.

"You know I would never lie when it comes to something like this." Ryosuke felt his brother's pain. He truly did. He went through the same denial when his love died, now his brother is going through the same pain.

"Prove it, then! How do you know they weren't just saying that?!"

"They were a part of your group. They knew what she looked like and they were sure it was her, there was no mistaking it. They found her themselves and easily identified her. I can't make it any simpler, Keisuke. I know this isn't what you want to hear, but I can't hide these things from you, it would have only been worse."

He knew Ryosuke was right about the last part, but he refused to believe she was dead. He wanted to see the cold hard proof, or he was never believing it at all. "I'm going back to Tokyo."

"No, Keisuke."

"Yes, aniki! I'm not going to just sit here and accept her death. If no one is going to show me proof, then I'm going to find it myself. I'm not going to wallow pathetically in my own guilt and remorse when all of this could be a lie! She could have been set up for all we know and she's still out there somewhere. They wouldn't let her leave easily so they would come after her-"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, Keisuke. She knew it would be difficult and there would be those who don't want her leaving. When they found out, they went after her. And that brings us to the news now. She went through all the work of getting your name scratched off of every underground document she could find to get you out of there. Going back and getting yourself into the same mess she strived to keep you away from would put all of her work in vain. She wanted you to live freely, to work on the things you have now. Don't turn your back on the life she helped give you."

Ryosuke's words stabbed through him harder than a knife. It was brutal honesty, and Keisuke only tensed more. His eyes were fixed on the floor, trying to hide the hot tears that were threatening to fall. His arms were crossed tightly against his chest, only tensing further to keep himself as composed as possible. His body shook slightly, trying to keep himself from falling apart in front of his brother.

Ryosuke relaxed his stern gaze and stood up from his place on his desk. He took a few steps towards the blonde and wrapped his arms around him. He never said a word, allowing his little brother to let out all of his built-up emotions. His forehead rested against his aniki's shoulder, the tears finally falling from his eyes. Keisuke's arms were wrapped tightly around Ryosuke, his body still shaking as he quietly cried.

The brothers stayed like this for what felt like forever to Keisuke. He felt like time slowed down heavily and far too fast. His whole world came crashing down onto his shoulders and he couldn't take it. The flame inside him felt like it had completely burned out. There was nothing left. He felt so empty and alone, even with Ryosuke right there.

(Y/N) was everything to him. She was the first to befriend him when he was new to the gang. She was the one who showed him the ropes and how to fight properly. She was always there to listen when he needed to vent about his problems. She was always the one he went to when he needed to be patched up, coming back to the warehouse covered in cuts and bruises.

Keisuke had his first kiss with her, and his first time, too. She was his first girlfriend and they were inseparable. He loved her so much... and now he'd never get to see her again. The moment they had together before he came home, was the last moment he had with her.

He'd never get to wake up with her partially on top of him, wearing his shirt that was too big on her, and lazily kiss her good morning. He'd never be able to take her on bike rides through the city, stopping at restaurants, checking out unexplored roads and shops they had yet to see. He'd never get to tell her how he found his dream and worked so hard to get better at it. He'd never get to hear her praises when he wins a race, then go for a late-night drive, acting like they were still stupid teenagers in Tokyo.

She was his other half and Keisuke just lost that half of his soul.

He could only imagine what she looked like when she was found. Did her face retain the expression of fear and she died scared? Or was it so sudden that she never had time to react and felt no pain? He hoped it was at least quick and painless, but he'd rather she still be alive and healthy.

Keisuke still refused deep down to believe she was truly dead. Whether it was the denial talking or he had a gut feeling, he wasn't changing his mind. During all of his thinking, he had calmed down considerably and felt Ryosuke slightly pull away, checking that he was doing even the least bit better.

The blonde pulled away from the rest of the hug, quickly wiping the stray tears that remained around his eyes. He stood in place, not making any sign to move. He felt awkward, almost embarrassed. He thought leaving right after this would be blatantly rude, but he just wanted to be alone and go to bed. All of this was still too much to handle and it exhausted him.

Luckily, it was as if aniki read his mind, gently telling him to go rest. Keisuke gave a short and light thanks before silently walking back to his room. Even there it somehow felt empty and gloomy.

His bed was so much larger and comfier than the one back at the warehouse. He turned his head to the empty side, his mind conjuring up an image of (Y/N) lying right next to him, that gorgeous, small and tired smile on her face. Her top half was covered by one of his shirts, and her bare legs stretched out lazily over the blankets.

He could picture himself rubbing a hand up and down the side of her thigh, occasionally squeezing the soft flesh gently. God, what he would give to have that back. Keisuke didn't know how long he laid there, imagining different scenarios with (Y/N) in it, but fell asleep soon after, his mind conjuring the dreams he wanted with her.

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It took months for Keisuke to slowly get out of the grieving phase. He still attended races but wasn't too enthusiastic about any of them, even the ones he raced in. He still loved it though and pushed through his emotions, continuing to practice daily or every other day. He was thankful Ryosuke was acting as his back bone, keeping him together as best he could. He knew aniki felt the same pain when he lost Kaori, and it made him feel somewhat better than someone understood what he was going through.

He turned down every attempt that numerous girls made to ask him on a date with no hesitation, saying he didn't want a girlfriend and that he didn't have time for it. As popular and good looking as Keisuke was, it was quite often he'd get the same question, and always turn it down with the same answer.

It wasn't a complete lie, Keisuke was busy with his racing, but the only girl he wanted was (Y/N). He could never replace her with some other chick, he thought of it as degrading. She was one of a kind and he felt like choosing another girl was the stupidest thing he could do. None of them were anything like (Y/N). They were... bland and boring in comparison.

When Ryosuke announced he was forming an expeditionary team for the top two elite racers, he was the happiest he's been in a long time when aniki said he wanted Keisuke to be one of them. To travel across the prefectures, taking down team after team and getting more challenges with each one. This sparked the smoldering embers inside him once more, and the smallest flame gradually got bigger and brighter.

This was the chance he wanted, to prove just how much better he's gotten and put his real skills to the test. This is what was going to get him into his dream of pro-racing. Everything (Y/N) worked for to get him out of the underground has all led up to this. He wasn't about to let her down now.

When Project D reached Saitama, Keisuke felt odd. He had some gut feeling that was trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure out what it was. He thought of taking a drive to Tokyo since it was close. Just a drive-by of their old area couldn't hurt, maybe he'd find what his gut was telling him?

The night of the race against the Saitama Alliance had come quickly and the Project was making last minute tune-ups on the 8-6 and FD. That odd feeling only grew more as Keisuke waited for his car to be finished. It was bugging the hell out of him and he prayed it wasn't going to interfere with his race. The blonde was interested to find out how that girl handled her FD and if she was on or around the same level as he was. He hoped she proved to be a good challenge.

When the countdown started, that feeling had luckily lessened and it helped him ease up. He could easily shake it from his thoughts and clearly focus on what he needed to do. Until both races were finished and the Project were all settled on the top of the pass. Maybe it was this girl and how she pestered him about trying to tell him she had a crush on him. She's been staring at him all night even before the race. He had to admit she was determined, but he really wasn't in the mood to deal with that.

When she walked over to him, he turned towards her with a "Hmm?" She finally managed to pluck up the courage and somewhat shyly ask him if he wanted to go out with her somewhere. He only sighed, replying with, "Listen, you're a nice girl, and you have a good personality, but I don't have the time for a girlfriend and I don't want one. It's just something you wouldn't understand and it's not you personally." Before his words really got to her, he turned around and walked back to his previous spot near the FD. She left sadly, with her head down, and Keisuke did feel a little bad for her. She was nicer than the other girls he came across but he couldn't help it if he wasn't interested in her as a girlfriend.

"Not even me?"

The blonde froze and his piercing blue eyes widened. That gut feeling rose ten-fold and time slowed down. He knew that voice... he never thought he'd hear it again. Slowly, he turned his head to the right, not fully believing he was hearing what he wanted to hear. When his eyes met (E/C) he nearly whimpered. His gaze quickly looked up and down, trying to comprehend that this was real.

"I told you I'd find you, Kei."

That was all he needed to hear before he ran towards her at the speed of light and held her so tightly like he was scared she'd disappear if he let her go. He desperately nuzzled his face into her hair, taking in the familiar scent he missed so much. His hand gently brushed through her hair, and his other held her protectively. He whined and tears fell down his cheeks when he felt her wrap her arms around him so securely, her fingers also brushing through his soft blonde strands.

His legs buckled underneath him, bringing him down to the hood of the FD. He slid further until they were on the ground and his back was leaning against the car. He held her on his lap as he crossed his legs, his face now nuzzled in the crook of her neck as his tears gently ran down her shoulder.

"I'm sorry I took so long." She whispered, pressing her cheek onto the side of his head. He couldn't form any words, the best he could respond with was a light shake of his head and to hug her tighter.

The Project watched with some confusion at the event, looking at Ryosuke for answers, but even he was surprised to see her. Happy, nonetheless, that his little brother was reunited with his lost love. It seems that Keisuke was right, she wasn't actually dead, but he was curious as to how she eluded death. That would be a question for another time, he thought. For now, he'd leave them be and told the group to continue with what they were doing to give the couple at least some bit of privacy.

When Keisuke had calmed down after nearly a half hour, she lightly told him to stay by the car and she'd tell Ryosuke he was ready to leave. The blonde nodded, slowly getting up to sit in his car and wait for her. The older Takahashi said they were packing up to leave and were going to spend the night at a hotel nearby, seeing how tired everyone was.

Keisuke jumped slightly at the sound of the passenger side door opening, looking over to see (Y/N) get in. Even after all this time, she could still sneak up on him without even trying to be quiet. "You doing okay?" she asked, that beautiful smile he missed so much, graced her features.

"Yeah... a lot better." He started the car, the rhythmic sound of the engine growling lowly.

(Y/N) looked around the car before saying, "I like this thing, nice and fancy. It suits you, too." She gave him a cheesy smile and he chuckled.

"So..." she started as they pulled onto the road, "how fast does the fancy car go?"

"Heh, very fast."

"Care to demonstrate?"

When they turned around the first corner Keisuke sped down the pass like he was racing again. So, this was his dream all along, huh? He's come a long way, hasn't he?

"You gotta teach me how to do this sometime, Kei. This is fun as hell." (Y/N) commented and the blonde smiled. He'd love nothing more to race down a pass with his girl.

"I can do that, gorgeous."

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The couple were the first to reach the hotel, quite obviously, and waited by the FD for everyone else to show up. Keisuke had parked in the farthest corner that was available, but still easily findable for the group. He lied back on the hood, pulling (Y/N) down with him. She shifted until she was sideways, her legs dangling over the front right wheel while she rested her head on Keisuke's chest.

He hummed happily, running a hand through her soft hair repeatedly, with his right arm gently draped over her stomach as he held her hand. Oh, how he missed this. It felt so good, so right, to just lay here in peaceful silence knowing she was with him.

The rest of the team arrived some ten minutes later and Ryosuke went to check everyone in. They were soon settled into their respective rooms and the moment the door to Keisuke's and (Y/N)'s was closed, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, crashing his lips to hers. His kisses were slow and passionate, taking in every detail he could, refreshing the memories that had blurred in his mind.

Keisuke climbed on the bed, never breaking their kiss, and rolled themselves over so she was on top. He held the back of her neck with his fingers tangled in her hair, his other hand holding her waist. His thumb rubbed her side gently, giving it a light squeeze here and there. How he missed the nights they'd do this together back in Tokyo. The comforting silence and loving actions had him craving more.

They slowly pulled away minutes later and Keisuke gazed at her features, lightly tracing over her jaw, the arches of her eyebrows, the soft curves of her eyes, and lips. She did the same, the corners of her lips turning upwards when she brushed over his nose and he twitched it cutely. (Y/N) brushed his messy bangs up and out of his eyes that stared at her with that gorgeous piercing blue that glinted from the dim light of the room.

"I missed you." He said softly.

"I missed you too, Kei." She replied, giving him a light peck.

"Where were you all this time?"

"Getting rid of my existence in every underground document I could find. Once I did, or at least burned the majority of them, I faked my death." She explained and Keisuke listened to every word she said. When she finished, he told her everything Ryosuke told him that happened to her. "I had a feeling you would find out about that. I didn't want it to scare you that badly and was considering contacting your brother that I was alive, but I couldn't take any chances of someone finding out about it."

The blonde nodded lightly in understanding. Her plan was executed perfectly and even had himself and Ryosuke fooled. "How did you manage to leave when the guys found you? They said they easily identified you and everything."

"That girl wasn't actually me. She was in some other gang, got herself killed and, as morbid as it sounds, I used makeup to make her look like me and put her in my clothes, then left her somewhat near the warehouse. After that, I changed my own look. Dressed in clothes I'd never wear, changed my face with make-up and switched up my hairstyle. Once that was finished, I pretty much just waltzed myself right outta Tokyo."

Keisuke raised his eyebrows. Clever girl. I always wondered why she had so many different kinds of make-up and clothes she had never touched. She had everything planned from the start. "You're clever as hell, you know that?"

"Yeah well, I try." She shrugged with a smirk. "So, what have you been up to these past couple years?"

It was cute how quickly he got into answering the question. The majority of it was all about his racing. How his brother taught him to race, how some kid in an "old and beat up junker of an 8-6" beat him in an unofficial race, which turned out to be the kid just speeding home from a delivery run. Then how he got beat by the same kid in an actual race all for a full tank of gas so he could drive his girlfriend to the beach.

By the end of his story, (Y/N) was dying from laughter. She had rolled off of him, holding her stomach and lying on her back as she kicked the air. The blonde was half amused, from her reaction, and half not amused, because she found it hilarious how he got his ass beat twice for ridiculous reasons.

"Are you done enjoying my suffering yet?" he asked half sarcastically.

"N-o-o-o-o!" her laughing fit started up again. "I'm so-o-o-orry Kei!"

He rolled his eyes, trying not to chuckle. "Well, if you're gonna continue, do it quietly, I'm going to sleep." He slapped her face with a pillow to muffle the sound. She eventually calmed down to a light giggle, but a few chuckles made their way out before she was finally finished and was being spooned by the blonde, with her back against his chest.

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"Babe, slow the hell down! This is a mountain pass not the fuckin' highway!" Keisuke was in the process of not fearing for his life, but the life of his FD. He honoured his word and was teaching (Y/N) how to race and drift, but fucking hell was she a speed demon. His eyes widened as she came up to another corner and wasn't starting to drift until the last minute and he was pretty sure she missed the guardrail by a centimetre.

His heart beat fast when he ran down passes, but never like this. After she had spent some time practicing with him on Akagi she wanted to try out Akina. They spent a few weeks on the course and she did great, but now was more of a nightmare for him and it was worse than when Takumi beat him the first time. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be conscious or not when they came up to the hairpins.

"The kid uses the gutters here, right?" she asked.

"Don't." he whispered, his eyes looking like saucers. This woman was going to be the death of him.

He looked out the window when he felt the car drop into said gutters and at that moment, he thought they were fucked and she was going to lose control. Until he felt the car quickly turn the hairpin and was raised out of the gutter, switching to the other side until they passed the hairpins.

What the hell?! She did it perfectly! Thank god I decided to raise the suspension. When she parked the car in the small lot at the bottom of the pass, Keisuke's legs felt like jelly.

"You're insane, woman." He finally said, still trying to calm down. All she did was giggle, patting his head.

"I didn't mean to scare 'ya that much, just wanted to show you it was pretty easy to do."

"Easy?! It took the kid weeks or months to use that trick!"

"Don't know why it took him that long, clearly it was easy to figure out." She shrugged.

"You're lucky I raised my suspension or else you would have fucked up my car."

"I never did it the other times we came here because I knew you had it lowered. I wouldn't mess up your fancy lemon on purpose, Kei. If I did, you know I would pay to get it fixed."

"Fancy lemon? It's an FD, psycho." He gave her an expression which was an unamused straight face that said, really?

She shrugged, "Fancy lemon, FD, it's the same thing. It's big, it's yellow, it's kind of roundish, it's a lemon... and a fancy one at that." Keisuke could only sigh and shake his head.

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In the dim light of his room, Keisuke's lips molded perfectly with (Y/N)'s during their slow kisses. His back was leaning against the headboard and his hands held both of her thighs as she straddled his lap. Her arm was wrapped loosely around his neck, while her free hand slowly traveled along his toned chest and stomach, feeling up his lovely muscles. Their session only became more heated as the minutes passed. Clothes were removed, names were lightly -and sometimes loudly- moaned, and the couple reveled in each other as they passionately made up for lost time.

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.

Keisuke Takahashi - Forever Love Me

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader • Word Count: 2,523. • Synopsis: In which the small wreck on Keisuke's FD turns him into an emotional disaster, his brother hits a soft spot, and Keisuke's first instinct is to run home and into the arms of his loving girlfriend and for a future plan to be made.

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He was doing a practice run, along with Takumi, down Tsuchisaka pass. Project D was in the Saitama region as it was their next location to conquer. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan.

Until Keisuke drove over a large amount of oil, losing control, and slamming his front left wheel into a guardrail. To say he was beyond pissed was an understatement. He was upset and on the verge of tears, but his anger kept them from making their way out.

He knew those Lan Evo assholes did it, and he was planning to make them pay. You don't wreck Keisuke Takahashi's car and get away with it. He sat curled up with his knees under his chin just to the side of his FD. He had to wait for the rest of the team to show up. Takumi found him standing in the middle of the road during his run, stopping just before him only to see the oil on the road, being lit up by his headlights.

After a short interaction with the livid blonde, Fujiwara drove back down to the bottom of the pass where he informed Ryosuke. The Project immediately drove to the scene and the older Takahashi assessed the situation, calm as ever.

It aggravated Keisuke. How could his brother be so calm and act like he doesn't care when his precious car is wrecked? He would be just as pissed if someone fucked up his FC.

"How can you act like this doesn't matter, aniki? Those bastards fucked up my car, they deserve to get their asses beat for it!"

"I understand you're angry Keisuke, but we can get it fixed. It won't be a problem when the repairs are finished."

"That isn't the point, Ryosuke! They did it on purpose to get me out of the picture. Make them pay for what they did! My FD is a mess cause of those assholes!"

"I know it is, I can see your car, Keisuke!" Ryosuke yelled back, surprising everyone. The blonde has never heard his brother raise his voice before. "Either you calm down now and get over it, or you'll get to see that FD of yours in a scrapyard where it'll never get fixed. Understand me?"

Keisuke tensed and stood silently for a moment before letting out a quiet, shaky breath. Quickly walking towards his car, a few small tears fell down his cheeks and it escalated once he was driving down the pass and away from everyone else.

He didn't care what they thought about him in that moment, he just wanted to go home. He wanted to hide under his blanket in the comfort of his own room and the loving touch of his girlfriend. He really hoped she'd be home from work by the time he got to the house.

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"(Y/N)!" Keisuke called out shakily as soon as he shut the door to the mansion. As he climbed the stairs, he heard a door open and footsteps quickly make their way to his location.

"Keisuke?" he heard her voice ring out worriedly. They almost ran into each other at the corner of the hallway and he enveloped her in a tight hug. He picked her up and carried her to his room silently, not answering her questions.

Once they both were on his bed, he covered them with the blanket up to their necks and pulled her close. Inhaling her scent then sighing a few seconds after, he replied, "Shitty day."

(Y/N) nodded lightly in acknowledgement, knowing he wouldn't want to talk about it right away. She wrapped her arm and leg over his side and gently weaved her fingers in soft, silky blonde locks. He sighed happily, relaxing even further into her soft touch. She pressed soft kisses in his hair, continuing to thread her fingers through it.

Keisuke nearly fell asleep several times but kept himself awake so he could feel her gentle touches. Her hands were so magical, he nearly forgot about today's earlier incident. He nuzzled his face further into the crevice of her neck, lightly inhaling her scent before letting out a calm sigh. Her fingers ran through his blonde strands repeatedly in a gentle manner.

"Some assholes made me wreck my car." He mumbled into her neck.

"What? Why?" she asked worriedly.

"Didn't want me to race and wanted me out of the picture. Figured I'd be harder to beat than Fujiwara, probably. They poured oil on the road while we were practicing and I spun out. Fucked up my front wheel. Drove her home just fine though." Keisuke elaborated in a depressed tone.

"Does your brother know? He'll have it fixed right away, I'm sure."

"Yeah, he knows and doesn't seem like he gives a shit. Too calm about the whole thing and it pisses me off. Acted like it wasn't a big deal and let the assholes get away with it. Then he yelled at me saying he was going to have it scrapped if I didn't calm down. You and I both know he'd be just as pissed if it was his car." His arms hugged her tighter as his sentence ended.

They cuddled in silence, Keisuke falling asleep rather quickly when (Y/N) lightly massaged his back with one hand while the other was still in his hair. It was about an hour and a half later when she heard the front door open and shut downstairs. Ryosuke was home. She wanted to tell him off a bit for the incident but didn't know how to word it. Guess I'll ask him about it first and see what he says. Slowly moving Keisuke's sleeping form off her chest and onto the bed, she quietly left his room, heading downstairs.

"Hey, Ryosuke." She greeted.

"Evening, (Y/N). I assume Keisuke is here, too?" he asked, while making tea.

"Yeah, came home a couple hours ago. He was torn up about his car." She answered neutrally. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, she kept an even tone. She wanted to know both sides of the story before scolding someone. "What happened, exactly?"

"Fujiwara was the one who told me that Keisuke lost control after running over oil, resulting in his wheel and suspension being damaged. When I and the rest of the team got there, I assessed what happened. He wouldn't stop bringing up his car and saying our opponents needed to pay for it."

"And?" she pressed, knowing he wasn't explaining everything.

"And I told him if he didn't calm down and let it go, I'd have his car sent to a scrapyard. I didn't mean it in actuality, I just wanted him to pull it together." The older Takahashi said honestly, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of the tea.

"Ryosuke, you know that fucked him up even more, right? He came home crying. Looked like he had been the whole drive here. I know you both weren't taking shit in that moment, but you know how much that FD means to him, you shouldn't have gone that far." (Y/N) spoke in a reasoning yet scolding voice. "That car is his pride and joy, he puts his entire life into that thing. You'd feel the same way if it was your FC. You might handle it better on the outside, but you'd be just as pissed and emotional on the inside. You're just better at hiding emotions than he is."

They stood silently in the kitchen for a minute, letting the words sink in. What they didn't know is that Keisuke was listening to everything from the top of the staircase. He was grateful his girlfriend always had his back and had more nerve than himself to tell his brother off when he deserved it.

"I'm not trying to tell you how to scold or punish your brother for things. You know him far better than I do, and probably always will. But I'm not going to sit there and watch him cry without saying something. I don't care if you're his brother or not, I'd still-"

"You're right." Ryosuke said quietly. "He's already putting in everything he's got. Everytime at every race. It's probably stressed him out and the incident to his car threw him over the edge. He's done more than enough for this project and has exceeded every expectation I've given him. I'm sorry." He bowed his head in sincere apology.

"It's nice hearing how far he's come since he started, I'm proud of him, he improves every night, gets one step closer to his dream. But, I'm not the one you should be saying that to." (Y/N) said with a small smile. "He looks up to you more than anyone, he deserves to hear that from you personally." She pushed herself off from her leaning position on the counter, quietly leaving the kitchen. She climbed the stairs so quietly, Keisuke didn't hear her coming and jumped when she turned the corner, scaring her in the process.

"God, Kei. What are you doing up?"

"I felt you leave and got up to follow you, but then heard you talking to aniki. Well, I uh, heard everything, actually." He wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping his head onto her shoulder and hugging her tightly. "Thank you," he whispered.

"Aww, of course baby. Gotta protect my man at all costs." She kissed his ear and ruffled his hair, earning a child-like giggle from him. This boy is so precious, she thought with a loving smile. "I think your brother wants to talk to you, I'll wait for you in bed, okay?" Keisuke nodded, smiling when (Y/N) gave him a quick forehead kiss before going in his room.

I'm gonna marry her one day. Maybe after Project D is over.

The blonde made his way to the common room, seeing Ryosuke standing near the couch, seemingly waiting for him.

"Aniki." Keisuke got his attention.

"Keisuke. I want to apologize for today. I have no intention of having your car scrapped. I've called Matsumoto to have a garage spaced cleared to fix it right away. But, more importantly, I shouldn't have said any of that to begin with, and didn't take into consideration the stress this project, and most likely I, put on you during all of this. You've done more than I could ask for and you exceed every expectation I have of you. You've come a long way and you'll only go farther by the time this project is finished. I'm more than proud of you, Keisuke, and I'm sorry for my poor choice in handling today's situation." Ryosuke bowed his head, the same as he did for (Y/N).

Keisuke moved to hug his brother tightly. "Thank you, aniki." When he pulled away, the blonde asked, "Say, how long until the project is over, do you think? If everything goes according to plan, I mean."

"Hmm. Roughly two months give or take. Why do you ask?" The older Takahashi raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Oh, uh. I just had a small idea about something, hypothetical right now." The blonde scratched the back of his head, looking at everything but Ryosuke as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"May I ask what that is?" Ryosuke now had a small smile on his lips. "You seem quite enamoured by it."

"Yeah, uh well," Keisuke stammered several times before taking a deep breath and finally pulling a sentence together, "If you still had Kaori... and wanted to propose to her after this project... how would you do it?"

Ryosuke's eyes widened a bit, both his eyebrows raised up now. He stood in thought for a moment before replying, "I'd do it when you feel it's the right time and how you feel it should be done. Whether it's right after the final race, on a vacation, or elsewhere. I don't believe there's any real way to fully prepare for something like that. It'll probably happen when even you least expect it, no matter how far you plan ahead. I think a surprise like that is what makes it the most memorable."

"Heh, yeah I suppose it does." The blonde smiled lightly, looking out the balcony door.

"She's a one-of-a-kind, Keisuke. She'd go through Hell and back for you; don't lose her."

"I have no intention of letting her go. Quite the opposite, actually." His sapphire eyes glimmered as he grinned at his brother.

"Good. I'd need to have a talk with you if you thought otherwise." Ryosuke teased.

Keisuke gave his brother another hug before they bid each other good night, going up stairs and separating to retreat back to their rooms. When the blonde entered his, he was greeted with the sight of his girlfriend reading a manga in only his shirt that was twice her size. She looked up from the book, smiling at him. She pat the empty side of the bed for him to join her, except he immediately crawled between her legs and rested his head on her thigh.

"Hey sexy." He grinned childishly.

"What do you think you're doing, mister?" (Y/N) wore a playful smirk.

"Reveling in peak comfort."

"When do I get my turn to lay on your thighs? Maybe they're comfortable too." She teasingly complained.

"Never."

"Aww, why not?"

"Too busy laying on yours." He nuzzled his face further into the soft flesh of her thigh. They both giggled as she ruffled his hair. "Hey, babe?" Keisuke asked after a minute.

"Yeah?"

"Would you want to go on a trip after Project D is finished? Y'know like a little vacation or something. Just the two of us." He glanced up her.

"I'd love that, sounds fun! Where do you want to go?"

"Actually, I was hoping you'd tell me that."

"Well, I've kind of wanted to see what Okinawa is like. One of the islands has a big city but it's also right next to the coastline so we could go to the beach too." She spoke animatedly as she played with the soft strands of Keisuke's hair.

"Is it accessible by car?"

"Wha-? Kei, no, it's one of the southern most islands, you'd have to take a plane or boat." She laughed.

"Damn." He pouted.

"You'd be done with the project for not even five minutes and want to drive for the whole trip. You'd think you'd want a break from all that driving."

"Nah, I'm never getting tired of it. But I suppose I could give the FD a break too, huh?"

"A well-deserved one at that. That car has carried your ass more than you can carry your own." She snorted.

"Hey!" The blonde shot up in a push-up like position and glared.

"Love youuuu!" she sang.

She was such a smart ass, but that's one of the things he loved about her. He couldn't wait to marry his girl. "Alright, then. As soon as Project D is over, it's just us." He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Just us." She affirmed with a soft smile, their lips meeting again for a slow, passionate kiss.

Keisuke Takahashi - Forever Love Me (Pt. 2)

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 3,031. • Synopsis: In which the newly engaged couple was about to go out for a vacation dinner only to change their plans and skip straight to dessert.

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"Kick his ass, babe!" (Y/N) yelled as Keisuke and his final opponent revved their car's engines as the countdown started. The blonde glanced at her for a split second with a grin before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him. If he wasn't putting in all he had before, he sure as hell was now. This was the final race of Project D and he wasn't about to lose. (Y/N) came along to be there for the finale, supporting Keisuke the whole way through and giving him one of her pep talks as his car was being prepped last minute.

He was more motivated than ever. Both cars peeled out before taking off for the uphill when the countdown finished. He took the lead and both cars disappeared behind the first corner, the sounds of their engines and tyres echoing through the pass as they climbed it.

Keisuke wasn't the superstitious type, but he had a small charm of a little yellow FD that (Y/N) found. He had it tied around his car key's keychain, the little RX-7 dangling and swinging gently as he turned tight corners. She thought it was the cutest thing, saying it would help him win the last race if he had it with him. How could he say no to her? She had that gorgeous smile and gleaming eyes.

As the race continued (Y/N) chatted with the rest of the team. "So, Ryosuke, if you had to give a percentage on the chance of Keisuke winning, what would it be?" she questioned.

"Well," he paused for a second, "Given the amount of practice he's had with this course, the skills he's improved on previous races and the upgrades to his FD..." The older Takahashi continued giving an info dump on the topic rather than an answer.

"I said percentage, Ryosuke, not essay." She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Roughly seventy percent." He finally answered.

"Plus thirty." She retorted.

"Taking into account the skill of his opponent and that this pass is his home course, that's why I say seventy. There is always the chance he could lose, but nowhere near as high a chance as last year when he raced Takumi for the first time. He's come that far along since then."

"Yeah, true. I still stand by my plus thirty though. That little charm I got him adds onto it you know." She grinned childishly.

"I wouldn't dare doubt you." Ryosuke wore a small smile.

"Damn right."

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Kenta stood at the top of the pass, waiting at the finish line to announce the winner. The sound of an engine growing louder by the second. "I can hear an engine, guys!" he radioed in, "Sounds like just one, though. Someone might've spun out." Everyone waited in suspension as Kenta watched the road waiting to see which car tore around the last corner and to victory.

"KEISUKE WON!" Kenta screamed through the radio, continuing to cheer and yell his name. The Project did the same at the foot of the mountain. Ryosuke lowered his head with a soft smile. Seems like she was right. She had no doubt in her mind. Nice work, Keisuke, I'm proud of you.

When the blonde returned to the bottom to take a break and get ready for the time attack run, (Y/N) nearly tackled him in a bear hug the instant he got out of the car. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms around his neck. Keisuke leaned against the side of his car, holding her up with his arms hooked under her butt. She kissed his forehead, cheek, then lips before praising him thoroughly. "I am so proud of you! My man is a badass!"

He wore a boyish grin, showing his teeth. "You want to come with me on the time attack? See how it's done?"

"Really?! Hell yeah!"

Once Fujiwara's race was finished, Keisuke helped (Y/N) with the bucket seat harnesses, earning him a peck on the cheek from her as he did it. He chuckled before moving to the driver's side and getting in, doing the same for himself. Once everyone was ready and Kenta gave the ok to start, timer in hand, Fumihiro started the countdown. When "go" was yelled through the radio, Kenta started the stop watch and Keisuke took off up the pass.

(Y/N) sat silently the whole way up, watching how concentrated her boyfriend was. It was always such an experience sitting shot gun with him and watching him speed up and down a pass like it was simple. The more focused he was, the more thrilling it got. She watched him quickly downshift several times before drifting around a tight corner in second gear, straightening out and accelerating again. It was rhythmic how he controlled his car. Shifting, turning, and braking like clockwork all at the right moments and making the most out of his speed.

"We're almost at the top." The blonde broke the silence.

"That was fast." She teased.

"Would you expect anything less of me?" Keisuke smirked, glancing at her.

"Not even in my dreams."

"Speaking of dreams," he started, "I want you to know that all of mine include you in it." His smirk turned into a soft, warm smile. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and a blush heated up her cheeks.

"A lot of them are far in the future, years from now, even. I couldn't tell you if we'd live in the same place or hang out with the same friends. But I can tell you I see at least one of my dreams happening pretty soon. If you'll let it." He turned a corner before meeting her eyes for a moment.

"What do you mean "if I let it"?" she questioned, somewhat confused.

"There's only one way it can happen." Keisuke turned the final corner, speeding past the finish line, before slowing down to a stop, ending his timed run. Unbuckling his harness, Keisuke pulled a tiny box out of his pocket, turning to her and opening it. "If you'll marry me?"

(Y/N) nodded quickly, exclaiming "Yes!" several times. With happy tears forming in her eyes, she undid the harness and leaned in towards Keisuke, meeting him halfway for a deep, passionate kiss.

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"Keisuke! C'mon, we're gonna be late!" (Y/N) yelled from downstairs. The blonde mumbled and shuffled around the corner of the hallway from his room.

"We have, like, six hours before we even need to be at the airport, babe." He whined.

"Yeah, but it's good to be early and make sure we get on, flights are stingy. You got your stuff?" She looked up at him from the bottom of the staircase.

"Yeah, yeah, let me get it." He said while yawning, shuffling back to his room. (Y/N) and Ryosuke chuckled at the blonde's tired self.

"He stays up all night racing but can't get up at six in the morning for a plane ride. He's strange." She said playfully.

"That's Keisuke for you. If it doesn't involve racing or watching one at the odd hours of night, he won't get up." Ryosuke spoke while slipping on his shoes, car keys in hand. Not a moment later, the blonde scampered down the stairs, two duffel bags in hand.

"'Kay, ready. Man, I need a coffee." He yawned again. "How far is the airport again?"

"About two and a half hours." Ryosuke replied.

"What?!"

"It's in Narita, Keisuke, it's east of Tokyo. I couldn't find a flight leaving from Haneda, which is in Tokyo, so we had to go with Narita. It's pretty much all highway driving so it shouldn't be too bad." (Y/N) explained, "Ryosuke is driving, so you can wake up on the way. Thanks again, Ryo." She smiled gratefully to the older Takahashi.

"Of course. We can stop for coffee before we get on the highway."

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Two and a half hours later, the three reached the airport, thanking Ryosuke for the ride and grabbing their bags before parting ways. "There isn't an airport in Gunma anywhere?" Keisuke suddenly asked.

"Nope. The biggest ones are Haneda and this one. And the one we're landing at on the island." The blonde whined at her words, following behind her as she leaded. He had never been to an airport before so he was trailing her like a lost puppy and looking around at all the small shops and food places. Their gate, being on the other side of the building, ended up being a fifteen-minute walk. Keisuke went to get another coffee after finding an open seat near their gate.

"They had a big latte, here." He handed her the warm cup before sitting next to her and dropping his head on her shoulder. She thanked him, taking a sip. (Y/N) was reading a manga that Keisuke read along with her, taking occasional sips of his drink until it was time to board and their names were called.

"My car is smaller than this and still more comfortable." Keisuke pouted, resulting in a small laugh from (Y/N). They were only seated for five minutes and the blonde wasn't happy. "Another reason why I wanted to drive there."

"You can't drive your car over the ocean, Kei, the FD isn't God. And you most definitely can't turn gasoline into wine, so that's not happening."

"Wanna bet?"

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. This man is a class all to himself.

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About two hours later, the couple landed in Okinawa. The minute they got off the plane and out of the gate, Keisuke stretched his legs, popping the joints. "Man, planes suck. My legs have been murdered."

"Aww, your giraffe legs will be fine. C'mon, we've got a hotel to check into." Taking his bigger hand in hers, she led themselves out of the much smaller airport and into a taxi that drove them to the hotel. The hotel had traditional architecture that was beautiful and was only a few minutes from the beach.

"So, what do you want to do first?" (Y/N) asked curiously as she unpacked a change of clothes and a hairbrush.

"You." Keisuke replied smugly, giving a signature smirk from his reclined position on the bed. She gave him a sarcastic smile followed by an eyeroll.

"Anything besides me?"

"No."

"Alrighty, looks like I'm taking myself out on a dinner date. Me, myself, and I could use a little girl time." She winked teasingly before going into the bathroom to change.

"Hell no! I'm not missing the chance to see you all dressed up." He got up and off the bed, rummaging through his bags for a better change of clothes as well.

"Your clothes alone are more than my net worth." (Y/N) said jokingly when she emerged from the bathroom, seeing him changed as well.

"Your worth more than that, love," the blonde wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, "and you will be even more after the wedding." He whispered, gently nipping at her ear. A small shiver ran through her as she blushed.

"You say that like you're my sugar daddy." She giggled.

"Maybe I am." He kissed her neck.

"If that's the case, at least I landed a sexy one." She gazed up at him, the back of her head leaning on his chest. He leaned down slightly, capturing her lips with his. (Y/N) turned around for a more comfortable angle. Keisuke hummed lowly, snaking his tongue past her lips and fighting for dominance.

He won quickly, sliding his hands from her waist to the underneath of her thighs, lifting her up. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, Keisuke moved to the bed. Lying her back on the soft mattress, he hovered over her, moving from her lips to the side of her neck. Sucking and biting on her soft skin, he left his mark on her several times, earning the delicious sound of her moaning his name.

"How about we skip dinner and go straight to dessert?" he whispered huskily in her ear. As a shiver shot down her spine, she could only nod, unable to formulate words. "That's my good girl."

He trailed kisses down her neck and chest. Keisuke's hands gripped her thighs harder, his nails leaving crescent marks on her skin. With her shirt now being in his way, the blonde quickly removed it, undoing her bra and slipping it off as well. Her breath hitched when he nipped at the inside of her cleavage before latching onto her breast.

(Y/N) moved one of her hands to tangle into Keisuke's hair, occasionally tugging on the soft strands. She bit her bottom lip, holding in another moan when he switched to her other breast, sliding her skirt and underwear down at the same time. Hooking his hands underneath her thighs once more, he pulled her closer to him, his arousal brushing against hers.

She blushed darkly when he grinded against her. (Y/N) tugged on his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He pulled away from her chest, removing it and dropping it on the floor next to him. His forearm muscles flexed as he undid his belt and pants, also dropping them to the ground once undone.

"Needy girl, aren't you?" he said roughly, lowering himself to her thighs and leaving more dark marks. Moaning his name only urged him on, his lips leaving rough kisses. Once he was satisfied with the numerous hickey's he left behind, Keisuke stood back up and slid off his boxers. He sighed lightly, no longer being confined by the pressure.

(Y/N)'s wrists were immediately bound together by one of Keisuke's hands, holding them over her head. "Ready gorgeous?" he put on his signature smirk, his eyes meeting her for a response.

"C'mon, Keisuke, I've been ready." She squirmed her hips, trying to create friction. Wasting no time, his free hand took a firm hold on her hip, holding her still. Parting her legs with his, he pushed himself in. (Y/N) was never fully able to get used to his size and mentally thanked him as he stayed still until she relaxed. When she wiggled her hips lightly to test the pain, giving a pleased sigh in response, Keisuke took that as his cue. Snapping his hips roughly, he easily reached a spot in her that had her mewling his name.

His grip on her wrists and hip tightened as he set a quick, rough pace. (Y/N) wrapped a leg around his waist, hoping it would allow him to go deeper. Letting go of her wrists, he moved his hand to the bed to hold himself up as he leaned over her. Crashing his lips onto hers, he gave rough kisses, occasionally biting her bottom lip.

Her moans and whines were muffled, her fingers tangled Keisuke's hair as they made out. When he gave a sharp thrust, she roughly pulled on his hair making him give a low, guttural growl. She almost came on the spot from that. When she felt his thrusts becoming sloppy, she lightly pushed on one of his shoulders, telling him to lay on the bed.

"And why would I do that?" his deep voice said between ragged breaths, "I've got you right where I want you."

"Just do it, Takahashi." She said with a hoarse voice. Her sudden commanding tone sent blissful waves through the blonde, who ended up doing as she said. Within a minute, he pulled out and was pushed onto back, landing on the soft bed; (Y/N) turning over and straddling him. Getting the idea of what she wanted, Keisuke once again took hold of her hips, slamming her down onto him as he snapped his hips up to meet hers.

Her nails dug into his biceps as she lowly moaned his name at the sensation. Keisuke watched her with glazed over eyes, reveling in the sight before him. With each time she came down, he thrust up to meet her, making the pleasurable feeling double. Sliding his hands down to her thighs, Keisuke gripped the soft flesh and leaned his head back with closed eyes and short, deep moans.

"Babe, f-fuck!" His moans and whimpers became shaky right before he came. He gave a few more thrusts until (Y/N) came as well, groaning his name. She let herself collapse on top of him, head resting on his shoulder as the couple breathed heavily. She felt Keisuke's arm drape over her back, his hand gently squeezing her side.

"You owe me two dinners now, Takahashi." (Y/N) mumbled tiredly, breaking the silence.

"Don't worry gorgeous, your sugar daddy's got you." He lightly teased.

"Mhmm. He better." She lifted herself off of him and the bed to put on one of his large shirts. Keisuke did the same, except he only put on loose sweatpants before falling back onto the bed. When she was in arm's length he pulled (Y/N) next to him, cuddling again, this time more comfortable and under the covers. She nuzzled her face into the blonde's neck and he wrapped his muscular arms around her protectively.

Keisuke kissed the top of her head while gently rubbing circles into her sides with his thumbs. "Hey, babe?"

"Hmm?" her voice was muffled.

"I was wonderin'... can we have the FD around during the wedding? Like in the background when pictures are taken, then have a group of pictures of us with it?" he asked shyly. "I'm sounding like my FD is the centre of my universe, aren't I?"

"I love the idea, hun. Let's do it. That makes it better since you proposed in it." She said lightly, leaving a light kiss on his neck.

"Really? Thanks, beautiful, you're the best." He said excitedly with a grin. He turned onto his side, hugging her tighter and leaving a kiss on her forehead. (Y/N) looked up, her eyes meeting his shining blue ones.

"You're adorable, Kei," she pecked his lips, "I love you."

"I love you more, (Y/N). My beautiful girl." Keisuke gave her several kisses around her face, earning a cute giggle from her, before he connected their lips in a soft, loving kiss.

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.

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.

Ryosuke Takahashi - I Want To Feel You

• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 3,015. • Synopsis: In which back pain has the Project D leader innocently asking his girlfriend for a relieving massage only for it to escalate to something that has the normally calm and collected Takahashi to become a beautiful and submissive mess.

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Another long night for Project D ended, and the team was bound for home. The twin aces took the lead while the vans followed from behind. Ryosuke rode in van one and in the front seat as (Y/N) drove, flicking her eyes between the road and watching Keisuke's taillights for when he braked. Ryosuke found her presence and calm driving much more pleasant than Kenta's or Fumihiro's who wanted to talk about the Project or racing strategies the whole time.

While he occasionally enjoyed the new ideas either of the two would conjure in their heads, tonight, however, he really needed a break. So, he was thankful (Y/N) understood he wasn't in the mood for chatter just by looking at the poor man. The ever-growing dark bags under his eyes were slowly getting worse by the day. Balancing university work and Project D was not as amazing and easy as everyone thought it was.

That, and taking cat naps in the seat of the van wasn't the most comfortable. He was getting a real ache in his neck, shoulders and back from it. He wondered if it would be asking too much from (Y/N) for a little massage when they got home. She was working as hard as the others and staying up just as late.

After a several-hour drive all the way back to Gunma and into Takasaki, the vans were dropped off and everyone returned to their respective cars, heading home. (Y/N) was an angel, deciding to drop Ryosuke off at the mansion before taking the van to the small site they put together for the Project and getting a ride back with Keisuke.

When the two returned, he was still awake, deciding to finish up some last-minute work while he was still conscious and functioning. With Keisuke going straight to bed, and quite possibly falling asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, (Y/N) lightly walked into her boyfriend's room. Just as she shut the door, he shut off and closed his laptop, finally done for the night.

Getting up and turning towards her, she gave him a soft smile before rummaging through the closet for her night clothes. "Dear? Would it be alright if I could get a massage from you? Just for a little while? My back is getting a bit worse for wear." Ryosuke asked, almost shyly.

(Y/N) looked over towards him and nodded, "Of course, hun. Let me change really quick and I'll be ready." Leaving the room as quietly as she entered, she headed to the bathroom to change. As she did so, Ryosuke stripped himself of his shirt and changed into much more comfortable pants before lying down on his stomach, arms under the pillow as he rested his head on it.

(Y/N) gently knocked on the door, waiting until Ryosuke gave a light "come in". "I brought some of that mint lotion. Says it's supposed to help with stress if you want some?" she moved towards his bed, setting her leg on the mattress before sitting on it, the other hanging off the side. Ryosuke thought for a moment before nodding and giving a small, "Sure."

(Y/N) readjusted her position, now straddling his hips. She moved the small bottle of lotion between her calf and thigh, holding it there securely. She gave it two pumps then rubbed her hands together before placing them on Ryosuke's lower back and moving them up slowly. Ryosuke sighed the moment he felt her hands in him. She applied the perfect amount of pressure and ran over all the right spots.

"You work yourself too much, hun. I can feel all these little knots in your muscles." (Y/N) said lightly, rubbing more lotion on her hands and moving them across his broad shoulders. When she came across another knot, she used her thumbs to dig into it and loosen it. Ryosuke sighed pleasantly at each one, almost accidentally letting a moan out instead. Luckily for him, she didn't seem to notice.

"You need to take a break more often and give us some more of the work to help you. We can take care of more than just what you've been giving us." She explained in a gentle manner, but he could tell she was scolding him. (Y/N) pushed down on another tight spot near the crevice of his shoulder and neck, this time getting a short moan out of the man. He could feel a slight heat spread across his cheeks, almost embarrassed, but she was doing too amazing of a job to tell her to stop.

"Again... please." Ryosuke whispered.

(Y/N) repeated the ministrations, applying a bit more pressure and this time, earning a long, deep sigh from him. At first, she figured he must be really pent up with the stress, but when she would take her hands off of him to reapply lotion, she heard quiet whines and whimpers come from the man beneath her. When she put her hands back on him, fingers trailing along the smooth muscles of his back, he'd sigh pleasantly.

She decided to try something. A little confirmation experiment of sorts. Putting her hands near the waistband of his pants, she moved them up along the sides of his spine until they reached his shoulders. As she leaned over him, she placed a light, almost ghosting kiss on the shell of his ear before retreating. He whimpered at the contact and moved to turn over. It was a bit awkward to do, being unexpected by (Y/N) and the position she was in. Once he was settled on his back, Ryosuke looked up at her with his gorgeous sapphire eyes. His hands found the hem of her shirt and lightly tugged on them.

"What's the matter Ryo? You want to be done?" she asked, knowing full well that's not the case.

"No... kiss me." He averted his eyes, fingers still playing with her shirt as a tinge of pink dusted his cheeks.

"I thought I already did?" she tilted her head in feint innocence. (Y/N) rested her hands on his stomach, keeping them still. He whined at the much-wanted contact, pulling her closer by the shirt. (Y/N) could tell how touch starved he was. The small glances he snuck at her during the expedition nights. The small touches he gave her when he went to grab something next to her.

He wanted to hold and cuddle her for hours and for so long, but he had so little time to do any of it. The only time he got the chance was when they went to bed for the night, but he would be unconscious for most of it. He didn't get to relish the feeling when asleep. Ryosuke just wanted to feel her. He wanted her touch, her warmth, everything.

He didn't realize he spaced out nor was making small whimpers and whines at the thoughts until (Y/N) said, "Stop whining, love. If you wanted me so bad, you know you could've just asked." She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he's been waiting so long for. He kissed back desperately, wrapping his arms around her waist.

(Y/N) tangled one hand in his dark, soft hair while the other trailed along his chest and stomach, tracing the outlines of his muscles. Sliding her tongue across Ryosuke's bottom lip, he let her explore the territory. When her tongue came in contact with his, Ryosuke dug his fingers into her waist. (Y/N) tugged on his hair, pulling his head back to reveal more of his neck. The man beneath her let out a moan when she lightly pulled on his tongue with her teeth before moving down to the side of his neck. She left a trail of hot kisses and hickeys along both sides, ending with a small nip on his Adam's apple.

She continued downward, kissing at the smooth skin of his chest. She left occasional purple marks that trailed down to his stomach. Ryosuke's breathing had picked up substantially, his chest noticeably rising and falling with heavy breaths. His arms had gone mostly limp, letting them lie at his sides. As she made her way back up, his breath hitched majorly as she ran her tongue up the side of his neck. He bit his bottom lip, attempting to keep down the moan that was threatening to escape his throat.

Sitting up, (Y/N) took in the sight of him. His cheeks and ears were now a darker shade of pink, his eyes half-lidded, and the way he was biting his lip gave her the urge to do it for him. He was truly a work of art in this condition and it was saved solely for her.

"Look at you," she said quietly, almost a whisper, "gorgeous," she gently cupped the side of his face with a hand, "ravaging," she slowly moved her hand down to his neck, wrapping her fingers around it just under his sharp jaw and feeling his pulse under her fingertips. "Mine."

Ryosuke nodded weakly with closed eyes and small whimpers that were music to her ears. Keeping the small amount of pressure on his neck, she slid her hand down until it reached his chest and continued until both hands touched the waistband of his pants. His arousal was quite evident with the tent in his pants. He muttered chants of "please," signaling for (Y/N) to continue. Gladly complying, she tugged his pants down by the waistband. He lifted his hips slightly to help her until they were removed completely.

Ryosuke's eyes rolled back as he released a semi-quiet moan when her hand wrapped around his length. With a light amount of pressure, she stroked it, falling into a rhythm. (Y/N) adjusted her position, laying mostly on her stomach and between his legs, leaving kisses and bites along the insides of his thighs. The man fell apart quickly, becoming the main source of noise in the room. Through groans, whimpers, and whines, he begged her for more.

"You're being such a good boy, Ryosuke. I love it when you beg for me." She mused, her lips brushing against his thigh. Continuing her strokes along his length, she could feel a slight twitch. Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, she moved to wrap her lips around it, swirling her tongue as she bobbed her head. Ryosuke bit his bottom lip as his breath hitched. He glanced down at (Y/N) with half-lidded eyes and a dark blush across his cheeks. She hummed and the vibration finally sent him over the edge. Ryosuke moaned her name, his voice cracking and becoming higher pitched. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, attempting to muffle the moans he was nearly choking on.

She pulled away after swallowing, a slight smirk on her lips. "That was quick, love." He whimpered in response. "I suppose we're done now that my baby came."

"N-n-no... p-please." The man whispered behind his hand, his dark eyes avoiding hers.

"You want more?"

He nodded weakly, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. Ryosuke brought his hand that was covering his mouth down towards her. She intertwined her fingers with his, doing the same for his other hand before raising them above his head and leaning over him. His eyes finally met hers, the blue hazed over and half-lidded. His breaths were shallow, a small waver was just audibly with each breath he let out. "I feel like you're going to be a little too touchy tonight, darling. We should change that." Her voice echoed in his ears, her tone teasing. She thanked her foresight, smoothly pulling out the reel of rope from the floor next to the side of the bed she snuck in earlier.

She quickly and skillfully tied his wrists together and to the headboard. Ryosuke squirmed a bit, pulling against the rope and made a sound of protest. (Y/N) leaned back, admiring her work. "Now this is a ravaging sight." She slowly slid her hand upward from his v-line. "So many options." She leaned forward again, bringing her lips to his collarbones. "So much space left to mark you up." (Y/N) left a kiss on the inner part of his collarbone just under his neck before biting and sucking at it, leaving a purple mark.

The man beneath her sighed deeply at the sharp pain, his muscles flexed as he tugged on his restraints. "(Y-Y/N)..." he stuttered, still pulling against the rope.

"Yes, baby boy? What do you want?" she asked sweetly, gently rubbing a thumb over his neck.

"I-I want to f-feel you." Ryosuke choked over his words and chanting a barely audible "please". Without a word, she moved herself off of him, stripping off her clothes. His eyes traveled over her body, taking in the sights that he wasn't able to touch, the slight sting of the rope being a constant reminder. Straddling his hips once more, Ryosuke watched as she sunk down onto him, taking his length in stride. He watched himself disappear into her until he was in to the hilt. His breathing grew ragged and he threw his head back as she tested the feeling, grinding her hips against his. She hummed in pleasure, both from him inside her and the reactions he expressed.

"You're so sensitive, Ryosuke." (Y/N) mused. She set the pace, finding the perfect rhythm. With his eyes snapped shut and his head thrown back, (Y/N) brought a hand to his neck, relying on the other placed on his stomach for balance. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, applying the right amount of pressure that had the man sobbing from ecstasy. Choking out small chants of "yes," "more," and "please" encouraged (Y/N) to apply just a little more pressure and set her pace a little faster.

Ryosuke occasionally bucked his hips as (Y/N) came down, extracting a moan from the both of them. With each thrust his hips made, she slowed her pace until she stopped moving all together, leaving the poor man wanting.

"S-so mean..." he sobbed.

"You have had a rough night, haven't you? Sorry love, I'll lighten up." Releasing her hand from his neck, she leaned forward, untying his hands and giving him the freedom to finally feel her. His hands flew to her sides and back, the rope still loosely dangling around his wrists, but he couldn't care less. Ryosuke sighed and hummed pleasantly, his hands roaming across her body, admiring the feeling of her smooth skin and soft hair.

(Y/N) started to move again, but this time in a slower, more loving pace and he followed her movements. Her hands traveled across Ryosuke's body as well, admiring his physique and build. They intertwined their fingers together, resting their clasped hands at their side. (Y/N) lowered herself for a kiss that Ryosuke eagerly returned. Their kisses were long and sweet, both moving their one free hand to each other's hair, gently running their fingers through the strands.

The feeling in the pit of their stomach grew as they got closer to their climax. "Ryo..." (Y/N) mumbled against his lips.

"I know, m-me too." Moving his hand from her hair to her hip, he held her still as he deepened his thrusts. (Y/N) laid her head on his shoulder, her warm breaths hitting his skin. When her climax finally hit, she tightened her grip, squeezing his hand. His nails dug into her sides as he came, his low moan mixing with hers.

Coming down from their high, (Y/N) went to move off of him but Ryosuke held her still, wrapping his arms around her. "Stay."

"I'm not leaving, I just want to put a shirt on." She chuckled. He reluctantly let her go, tiredly watching as she lifted herself off of him and rummaging through his closet behind her for one of his shirts. He always loved the way she looked in them. Double her size and covered in his scent. As she buttoned the shirt up, Ryosuke rolled over, sliding on his pants from earlier. Flicking off the bedroom light, (Y/N) jumped back into bed, Ryosuke pulling her to him, his chest touching her back and an arm draped over her. Even after she had already fallen asleep, he stayed up just a little longer to relish in the feeling of her so close.

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(Y/N) and Ryosuke sat on the couch in the common room, sipping on coffee to wash the morning tiredness away. They sat in comforting silence with Ryosuke's arm wrapped around her shoulders. (Y/N) jolted at the sound of a door opening and closing and her eyes widened in panic.

"Shit! I forgot Keisuke was here last night." She whisper-yelled to her boyfriend. All he did was calmly raise an eyebrow, fully reverted back to his reserved and collected self.

"You drove back here with him; how did you forget?" he asked somewhat amused.

"He just... he just went straight to bed, he didn't even say anything, or make any noise." She pressed her lips together tightly as she heard his footsteps come down the stairs.

"Mornin'!" The blonde says cheerily proceeding to yawn as he made his way to the kitchen. After pouring a cup of coffee for himself, Keisuke returned to the common room, taking a seat on a different couch to the side of the couple. "Man, I slept like a rock. Guess last night's practice really wore me out."

"Oh, that's good. Didn't hear anything then?" (Y/N) asked, trying to keep cool.

"Nah, I was out. No dreams either, just blank sleep. But man, that felt good. Why?"

"No reason, just making sure you slept like a baby." She giggled (nervously, but the blonde didn't seem to pick up on it). Ryosuke watched the scene unfold. He was amused; (Y/N) had nothing to worry over. Keisuke wouldn't have picked up on it anyway. But of course, she didn't know his little brother like he did. Not that he needed to tell her anyway.

Takumi Fujiwara - Forever Young

• Fujiwara Takumi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 2,678. • Synopsis: In which a night to spectate a race turns into a night full of jealous passion due to the gestures of a blonde racer's flirts, and the legendary 8-6 driver doesn't take that too well.

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Takumi was finally convinced by Itsuki to come and see a race and for the first time in a while, he wasn't the one participating in it. Takumi agreed to go for that reason and invited his girlfriend to tag along. (Y/N) happily agreed and now the three of them sat in the 8-6 as Takumi drove to the mountain the race was taking place on.

"Why does she get to sit in front, Takumi? I'm your best friend and this was my idea!" Itsuki complained from the backseat, a large pout on his face. "Because." Takumi replied shortly.

"Wha-? Because why?!" Itsuki glared at his best friend.

"One, you sat in front last time, two, you had the chance to ride shotgun with Iketani, and three, the lady will always get to sit in front. You can deal with the backseat for one day." Takumi said and glanced at (Y/N) giving her a small smile before turning his eyes back to the road. She blushed and smiled at his words and the fond expression he gave her.

"Ugh, Takumi! You can't just use (Y/N) as an excuse to kick me to the back of the car."

"Yes, I can." Takumi and (Y/N) chuckled when Itsuki turned red, mumbling complaints. The rest of the car ride was quiet for the most part until small conversations were started in between. Takumi found an empty parking spot, Iketani pulling into the spot next to him. The group of friends all found a small area to chill out at and get a good view to see the cars take off when the race starts.

They talked and joked amongst themselves until it was announced that the race was about to start. As soon as they watched the cars take off and speed around the corner everyone went back to chatting, but this time about who was going to win. "I'm gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?" (Y/N) asked as she pointed to the vending machine behind her with her thumb. The boys perked up and nodded, telling her what they wanted and giving an enthusiastic 'thank you' as she headed to the vending machine.

After getting the requested drinks and putting them in the small bag she brought she turned around and bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She looked up, seeing it was Keisuke.

"You're fine, gorgeous." He chuckled lightly and winked. (Y/N) smiled awkwardly and nodded slowly. "So, you're a fan of street races?" He asked, sitting on the hood of his FD that was parked right next to them.

"Yeah, I love them and cars." She scratched the back of her head shyly, mentally scolding herself for an awkward response.

Takumi looked over to where (Y/N) was, wondering what was taking her so long. When his eyes landed her and Keisuke, who was clearly trying to flirt with her, he glared at the blonde, walking over to them. He didn't want to look like the clingy, demanding type of boyfriend, but he didn't want this to turn out similar to the incident with Natsuki. He loved (Y/N) and it would kill him if he let the egoistic blonde take her from him.

"If you want to see what a real racer is like, maybe I could take you for a ride sometime." With a charming smile, Keisuke winked at her. Her blush worsened and she stammered over her words.

"That won't be necessary." Takumi said from behind her, causing her to turn around. He gave one more glare to Keisuke and gently grabbed (Y/N)'s arm, taking her back to their group. Luckily their friends didn't notice Takumi even left and happily took their drinks from (Y/N).

"We're leaving. Itsuki, ride home with Iketani and Kenji." Was all Takumi said before leading her to the 8-6. The guys looked at one another, confused. (Y/N) said nothing as they got in the car, not wanting to anger Takumi further incase he thought she returned Keisuke's flirts. Takumi drove a little ways down the pass until he turned onto a small road that was mostly hidden by trees –you wouldn't have seen it if it weren't for the sign- leading to an empty parking lot. He parked the 8-6 and got out, leaving the headlights up. (Y/N) watched him for a minute as he paced around the side of the car, head lowered and a hand under his chin, as if thinking.

She decided to get out and move towards him. "Takumi...?" She asked hesitantly. Surprising her, he pinned (Y/N) against the side of the 8-6, making sure not to hurt her as well. Their eyes met and his bore into hers, as if searching for an answer. "Do you love me?" He asked, his tone laced with a small sense of insecurity.

"Yes Takumi, always." (Y/N) replied, no hesitation or wavering in her voice. With that, Takumi brought a hand to the back of her neck, placing his lips on hers. She could feel his inner conflict just from his kisses. A mixture of long, sweet, and passionate, along with the occasional short, rough kisses. He wanted to be sweet and gentle like he normally is, but the jealousy was getting to him. Takumi felt like he had to show (Y/N) that she was his, as much as he is hers.

The hand on her neck was soon tangled in her soft hair, and the other roamed along her sides and back. (Y/N) had a hand in his soft, brown hair and the other holding onto his arm as she returned his kisses just as feverishly. Their cheeks were both dusted over with a blush which only got deeper when their tongues came in contact with one another.

Takumi eventually trailed both hands down to her hips. Wrapping his arms around them, he picked her up and moved to the front of the car. When her back was pressed against the hood, still a bit warm from the engine, she got a good look at her boyfriend.

His hair was messy and covered his eyes a bit. His cheeks were red along with his lips, and his eyes were glazed over. They held different emotions in them, love, lust, and jealousy. The brightness from the headlights illuminated his sides and made him glow. She was pulled from her trance when he slipped his cold fingers under her shirt. It sent a shiver down her spine, and only added to the heat that was slowly building up between her legs.

He leaned down to her neck, the ends of his bangs slightly tickling her skin. He left soft kisses along one side and switched to the other. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Their hips were nearly touching, and she could feel the tent of his pants against her heat.

He accidently nipped at her collarbone a bit too hard causing her yelp. Takumi lightly ran his tongue over the bite in apology, giving it multiple light kisses before pulling away.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, giving her a small peck on the lips. "It's alright, now I have a reason to get back at you." She smirked lightly, giving him a small nip on his ear. His breath hitched and his hold on her tightened. Takumi picked her up off the hood and took hold of her arm, leading her to the passenger side.

Sitting inside, he pulled her with him, so she was straddling his lap. They started another heated make-out session, (Y/N)'s hand that was tangled in his hair tugged on it a bit. She was pleased when Takumi moaned, even when muffled by their kiss. She did it again and this time he let out a more desperate whine.

Pulling back, Takumi looked at (Y/N) with clouded half-lidded eyes. "Get in the back." He said breathily and slid the seat back, making it easier for them to climb over the center console. Takumi flicked the headlights off then crawled back, hovering over (Y/N). Keeping her word, now was the time to get back at him.

She placed her hands on the back of his knees and slowly trailed them up his thighs. His tightened his grip on the top of the seat trying to stifle a moan. When her hands reached the top of the underside of his thighs, she gave them a squeeze and trailed her hands to the upper side of them.

Takumi whimpered and his legs started feeling weaker. She barely even did anything, too. She dragged her fingers lightly and teasingly down the top of his thighs, earning her small moans throughout the duration. "(Y-Y/N), s-stop." Takumi stuttered through his small pants of breaths. The look on his face said the complete opposite of his words.

To think his thighs were such a sensitive place on him. She continued her teasing saying, "This is my revenge." Takumi gave a particularly loud whine right before his legs gave out from under him and ended up straddling (Y/N)'s lap.

His head lowered to rest on her right collarbone, his hands falling from the top of the seats to weakly hold onto her shoulders. His body shook and his breathing was heavy. "I didn't know that was such a weak spot for you, Tak." (Y/N) gently lifted his head, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. He sighed and leaned into her touch. He shifted slightly and his hard arousal brushed against (Y/N)'s.

They moaned in unison and Takumi reached down to undo his zipper, loosening up his pants. (Y/N) tugged on his shirt, lifting it up over his head revealing his lean upper half. Takumi didn't have major definitions or a six-pack, but his lean form was quite... appetizing.

Takumi made quick work of (Y/N)'s button up shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. With a major blush that spread to his ears, he lightly trailed his fingers down her chest. The soft feeling of her breasts tempted him to squeeze them and when he did, the moan he earned from her was heavenly.

He finally regained some feeling in his legs and used it to move the both of them sideways. (Y/N) laid flat on the seats, Takumi still on top of her. With his right hand next to (Y/N)'s head and pressed against the seat to maintain balance, he used his other to snake around to her back to unclip her bra. He locked eyes with her, waiting for her approval.

When she nodded, he undid the clips and pulled it off. Pushing himself up, he moved the rest of his weight to his legs. Using both hands to work on her pants, he gave his attention to her breasts, his mouth doing wonders. (Y/N) gripped his hair with a hand and bicep with the other.

Lifting her hips, he slid her pants down and she kicked them off once they were at her ankles. He rubbed his thumb over her heat making her whimper and writhe around. "Takumi..." Pressing harder, he made circular movements, wanting to hear her make more of those lovely sounds.

He slid a finger into her, earning a small moan from his moderate paced movements. Takumi added another, then another, picking up the pace. (Y/N) moaned his name loudly, tugging on his hair making him groan.

Just before she was about to come, Takumi withdrew his fingers. She whined in protest, making him chuckle. "It's what you get for teasing me, beautiful."

"Just fuck me Takumi, come on!" She nearly begged and the desperate look on her face was something that Takumi sadly couldn't resist. Taking off his pants then boxers, he lined himself up at her entrance and pushed in slowly. Moaning in unison, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his back holding him firmly while held her hip with one hand and balanced himself with the other.

He gave her time to adjust to his size then gave a few light experimental thrusts. When she made a pleased noise, he deepened his thrusts, slowly picking up the pace. She could feel his hot breath when he lowered his head next to her ear. "I don't like the way he was looking at you like that." Takumi said lowly, giving a sharp thrust that made her breath hitch. "Thinking he'd win you over with his shitty flirts and let him fuck you in his car." He growled, thrusting deep.

(Y/N) leaned her head back, her eyes rolling back as well as she moaned. "Takumi!"

"My name is the only name I want to hear you scream. You're mine and I'm not letting anyone else have you." Takumi spoke with a deep voice that (Y/N) didn't even know he had. That made her want to come on the spot. He thrust in and out at fast paces, the 8-6 rocking back and forth quite noticeably due to its soft suspension. If anyone were around, they'd easily be able to see what was happening.

"What's my name?" Takumi said after a few minutes.

"Takumi." She moaned lightly.

"Louder. What's my name?" He repeated, his tone, firmer.

"Takumi!"

"Louder, (Y/N)! I want to hear you scream it!"

"TAKUMI!"

She screamed as loud as she could, Takumi giving a last series of rough thrusts before coming with a low groan. (Y/N) came after him, her nails digging into his skin. "Fuck, Takumi." She said with deep breaths.

"I wasn't... too rough... was I?" He said between heavy pants as he caught his breath and pulled out. She shook her head, "No, that was fucking amazing. I like when you're jealous." (Y/N) smiled jokingly. "I wasn't jealous." Takumi huffed and looked to the side, cheeks pink. "Sure, you weren't." She giggled as they got dressed, a bit awkwardly since there wasn't a lot of room to easily put their pants back on.

"I should get you home, huh? Probably really late by now." Takumi lowered the passenger seat and pushed it forwards, making it easier to get out. "Heh, yeah."

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"Thank you, Takumi." She leaned over towards him, giving him a loving kiss on his soft lips. He happily returned it, a smile gracing his features. "Call me if you want to go somewhere on the weekend, okay?" She said as she opened the door and got out. "Yeah, will do. Have a good night, (Y/N)."

"You too, Takumi!" She shut the door and he watched her until she was inside her house before driving off.

When he got home, his dad was outside smoking his usual cigarettes. He parked the 8-6 in the driveway and got out. "You're home pretty late. Where have you been?" He asked then took a drag of his cigarette. "I was at the race I told you about before I left, and uh..." Takumi scratched the back of his head, flustered.

"And?" His dad pressed, with a raised eyebrow. "I-I uh, kind of... maybe did it... with my girlfriend... in t-the 8-6..." Now his cheeks were full on red as well as his ears. Takumi stared at the ground intensely, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Bunta stopped taking a drag halfway through and slowly turned his head towards his son. He gave Takumi a poker-faced closed-eye glare.

"...where?"

How was Takumi supposed to answer that? They technically did it everywhere on and in the car. The side of it, the hood, the passenger seat, and back seat. He chuckled nervously.

"Yes."

He quickly scampered into the house and beelined it up to his room, closing the door. Bunta hummed, his face blank of all expression. He wasn't sure if he wanted to inspect the car like he wants to, or if it would be best to just leave it alone. He ended up going with the latter and was at least happy he didn't find any evidence. The car looked normal on the outside and he saw no dents or scratches either.

At least his son knows how to keep the car in pristine condition even when doing... that.

Takumi Fujiwara - Heartbeat

• Takumi Fujiwara x Reader • Word Count: 1,357. • Synopsis: In which an arcade racer and street racer bring their differences together that only strengthens their relationship and love for racing, as well as a cute tofu boy helping his girlfriend drift a real car.

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She was an arcade racer; he was a street racer. She's never raced on real roads, while he has. She was an expert drifter in the games, and he was an expert drifter on the mountains. She, of course knew the process of drifting, but it was quite different compared to a video game. She wanted to know the feeling of real drifting. She wanted to know the exhilaration that video games simply couldn't give. He gave her the exhilaration with such ease, with a relaxed face and a small smile gracing his beautiful lips as he took occasional glances in her direction.

She was loving every minute. The screeching sound of tires on the road, the high revving of the 4A-GE engine that echoed through Akina, and the tilt the car made from its soft suspension as it drifted oh so perfectly around a hairpin. This was amazing. This was an experience that was better than any racing game she'd ever played. She wanted him to teach her. She wanted to drift along with him across the pass in her own car, following the bright taillights of his Trueno as she chased after him and drifted in tandem. Whether it was them racing through the pass for fun or simply wanting to drive fast next to each other, she wanted to do it all with him. She could easily give up her arcade racing for this. Racing games were nothing in comparison. They never made her heart beat in the way this was.

He was interested in her style of racing. What was it like controlling a fake car rather than a real one? Was it easier? Harder? Did it give the same responses as a real car would? Was drifting a video game car easier than real life? He wanted her to show him what it was like. Were video games how she learned to drive and practice racing styles? He would find it impressive to learn to drift without ever being behind the wheel of an actual car. He was always easily surprised. He wondered how long it took her to perfect her drifting style in her games.

He glanced at her again, his small smile becoming slightly wider after seeing how big her own was. Her eyes shined so brightly and he adored it. He was curious if they would shine brighter if he taught her to drive his car with the same method his dad used to teach him. Would she figure out the method faster than he did with her current skill and knowledge? How long would it take her to grasp onto her own style, maybe even the same as his own or similar, with the method?

"Takumi?"

"Yeah?"

"Teach me how to drift."

"I learned in a way that I'm pretty sure no one else has. It'll be different than what you're thinking and are used to."

"Then I want to learn the same way you did. Everything you're doing is amazing. I can't even do this in my games."

And so, he taught her. She had a great understanding of the concept and the footing but still spilled a lot of the water. It didn't take her as long as him to figure out how to smoothly roll the water around the rim of the cup. It took a little over a month, and she only got better. Takumi was proud of her. He was so proud. He's never felt anything near that with someone else's driving, but the way she handled the Trueno around Akina was beautiful – like her- and made his heartbeat race every time.

He wasn't scared of her driving like he was of his friends'. Her practice from the video games really gave her an advantage. She mastered the gutter run in about the same time it took him. He found it cute how she always giggled when she dipped the car into the gutter and quickly turned the corner.

While Takumi taught her how to drift a real car, she showed him how to drift video game cars. It was a huge difference. There wasn't really any give and take in a game and no swaying when going around a corner. It was... flat? All screen movement, no real or body movement. It was too easy to drift, he would say. The tires gave no fight with the steering wheel when skidding, it was only sound. It felt way too weird to Takumi that he nearly called it foreign and not driving at all. It made him all the more impressed that (Y/N) was able to learn to drift an actual car that fought back in somewhat a short amount of time, even with knowing the fundamentals.

She worked hard during the last half of the year and gave Takumi quite a surprise when he was doing a delivery run and saw an 8-6 gain on him quickly. He thought it was possibly Wataru coming back to have a run on Akina, maybe even Itsuki having a late-night practice, but was somehow not expecting (Y/N) to speed past him in her own Trueno and flawlessly drift around a corner.

She slowed down and lined up next to him on the next straightaway, giving him a cheesy smile and wave through the window. He laughed, lightly shaking his head. They pulled over at the iconic spot where downhill races start and (Y/N) pulled out a paper cup filled with water from the car, taking a sip of it. She gently tapped the cup against the small can of coffee Takumi was holding and took another sip. He chuckled at her cute antics.

After their small drink break and small talk (Y/N) proposed they have a race for fun down Akina since he was heading home from his deliveries. She had a strong feeling she wouldn't win since her car wasn't anywhere near built up like Takumi's since his dad always played around with it. As well as the fact that Takumi had years of experience on the pass and his skills were so much better compared to her. She didn't care at all if she lost, she only cared about the exhilaration of drifting in tandem with Takumi and chasing after those bright taillights.

The Ghost of Akina had obviously won, even when he slowed down a bit on purpose to let her catch up and keep a pace with her. She drove with him back to his house and he asked, albeit shyly and with a dark blush, if she wanted to spend the rest of the night with him before he had to wake up for work. She happily accepted and grabbed her small bag from the passenger seat before following him inside.

His old man greeted them both, having being used to (Y/N) visiting Takumi quite often. He had grown fond of the girl, surprised even, with how she managed to get someone like Takumi to teach to her drift. The couple were quickly under the warm covers of his bed and (Y/N) pulled out a few gaming magazines from her bag, showing Takumi the varieties of video games and her favourite racing games, she has the top scores in.

He occasionally asked her questions about them all to which she excitedly answered them all. He found it endearing how passionate she was for simple games. He loved indulging her for the small things she loved which only fueled her passion more. She had quite the extensive armada of knowledge on cars, their parts, their specs, anything he could think of, she knew a lot of it.

When they were finally tired enough to fall asleep, she lightly tossed the magazines on top of her bag and rolled over to cuddle into Takumi's side, with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He wrapped an arm around her waist and his other around her shoulders with his hands gently weaving through her hair, quickly lulling her to sleep in his arms, just barely aware of the soft kisses he left on her forehead and lips before falling asleep himself.

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.)

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.

Shingo Shoji - No Control

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 2,121. • Synopsis: In which spending a day with friends turns into coming home hot and bothered and Shingo knows exactly how to fix that.

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(Y/N) had just gotten home from spending the day at the mall with her friends, and a short time before they parted ways, they decided to bring up a numerous variety of dirty topics pretty much for shits and giggles. So, you could easily guess that (Y/N)'s imagination ran wild at her friend's -and her own- ideas and dirty ramblings.

By the time she got home she was, to say the least, in a particularly horny mood and it only got worse when she stepped through the door of her and her boyfriend's shared apartment.

There he was. Shingo. Casually sitting on the couch, shirtless, his hair pulled into a messy topknot, and only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants while having his legs spread open.

This was not helping (Y/N)'s problem at all.

"Sup, babe." He greeted, his signature smirk appearing on his face when he saw the hungry look in her eyes. He knew his woman. He could easily tell when she was horny. All of the small movements, wandering eyes, and any other quirks she had that gave the hint. He knew, and the brat decided to tease her.

"How'd your day go, hot stuff?"

"Pretty good, you?" She busied herself with putting her bags on the table, sorting through them. Shingo stood up and moved over a little, standing directly behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him slightly, her back being pressed against his bare chest. The loose strands of his hair tickled the side of her neck when he leaned forward.

"Better, now that my baby is here." He hummed; a teasing tone was laced in his voice. "You're looking a little pent up, love. Would you like some help with that?"

(Y/N) did her best to ignore his small touches and teases, which may have worked if she wasn't so worked up with her needy desires. Her internal conflict only got worse when he slid his hand down to the inside of her thigh and squeezed it. His kisses, that were too light, traveled along her neck, the stray strands of his hair teased her soft skin.

She sighed lightly, just barely leaning back against him. Shingo's smirk got wider, she was falling in. He slid his hands up and down her thighs, squeezing them multiple times. Shingo grinded himself against her slowly from behind. Her sigh was deeper, and she whispered his name. "Shingo..."

"Yeah, baby? Tell me what you want." He kissed the shell of her ear then her cheek. (Y/N) turned around and pushed him down onto the couch. He watched her strip down to her underwear with a hungry expression and unconsciously licked his lips. She climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs. He immediately gripped her hips and grinded her against him. Groaning lowly, Shingo pushed her down onto him further earning a moan from her.

"Let me guess... those dirty friends of yours brought up some... naughty ideas, didn't they?" Shingo pulled her down and cooed in her ear, as she grinded him against her heat. (Y/N) nodded, her cheeks red as she trailed her hands along his stomach and chest. He gave one of his signature high-pitched hums. "Now here you are, stripped down to almost nothing, and rubbing up on my dick that you want so bad. Naughty girl." He chuckled, his voice still high. He nipped at her ear, her breath hitching in the process.

She was just about done with his teasing. She got off of him and said, "stay there" as she disappeared into the hallway towards their room for a minute before coming back with something in her hands. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of seeing a roll of duct tape and a long piece of thin cloth. "Heh, you gonna let me tie you up, babe?" Shingo said coolly, trying to play off the surprise.

"No, I'm going to tie you up. Since you like to tease so much, I figured, why not give you a taste of it as well?" She smirked and pushed him back down onto the couch, sideways this time. He gave a small squeak when his body hit the cushions, the sound boosting her sense of superiority further. She made quick work of his wrists, taping them together above his head and then to the couch so he couldn't move them.

Once satisfied, she leaned back, sitting on top of his thighs. His hard member was pressed flush against her heat, the pressure making him sigh deeply. "Something feel good, Shingo?" (Y/N) smirked, trailing her fingers down his waist, hips and v-line. He bucked his hips slightly, trying to get the friction he wanted so badly. "Ah, ah. It would be in your best interest not to be a needy brat if you want to get fucked, love." She scolded, holding his hips down.

"Come on, babe. Haven't you done enough?" He gestured to his bound hands with a pleading tone. It was ironic how quickly he goes from displaying a dominant persona to being submissive as soon as you retort or fight back against him. "Well, since you asked..." (Y/N) took the long piece of cloth between her fingers and glanced at Shingo through the corner of her eye. "You like to feel me up with those filthy hands of yours, why not cover up those eyes so you can't eye fuck me either, hmm?" Shingo started squirming when she moved to put the blindfold on. With some effort and strength to hold him still, she finally tied it around him, his eyes covered in darkness.

"Now, be a good boy and you'll get what you want." (Y/N) said firmly, hooking her fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants. When she pulled them down, she was surprised when his member sprung up. 'He's not wearing underwear either. The smug bastard was ready for this.' She lightly wrapped her hand around it, giving a couple small pumps. Shingo sighed heavily and bucked his hips. (Y/N) stopped her movements and looked at him.

"What did I tell you, Shingo?" She asked in a deep, challenging tone. He tensed up, staying still. The only sound he made was his breathing. She took it as a sign of him correcting himself and she started her movements again. As she did so, she lowered herself between his legs and slowly licked up the underside of his length. Shingo whined somewhat loudly and made the attempt to bring his hands to her hair, but his duct tape restraints stopped him. He made a noise of disapproval and sighed. The sigh quickly turned into a full-fledged moan when he felt (Y/N) take nearly all of him in her mouth.

"A-ah babe, f-fuck!" She really knew how to work her tongue around him. It would make him weak in the knees if he were standing. If only he could watch her do it, but this damn blindfold was in the way. It was only frustrating him more. "Baby, (Y-Y/N) p-please-" he cut himself off with a loud moan, his voice higher pitched when she swirled her tongue around his length, her teeth lightly grazing it as she moved up. "Please what, Shingo?"

"Let me see you, let me t-touch you, p-please." She had to admit, seeing him beg like this was a huge turn on for her. Maybe she can rile him up just a little more before she gets rid of his restraints. "What are you going to do me if I get rid of these?" She lightly trailed her hands over the duct tape, her soft skin going over his sore wrists, up to his fingers but never interlacing them made him whine with more need.

"Please baby, I'll f-fuck you so g-good, make y-you feel so good." Shingo said desperately, pulling on his restraints and lightly bucking his hips. (Y/N) took in his disheveled appearance, his topknot was loose, and strands were falling out. Beads of sweat covered his forehead and small strands of hair stuck to it. His breaths were heavy and when he swallowed his Adam's apple bobbed with it. She noticed a small spot of blood on his bottom lip. He must've bit it too hard from the blowjob.

Just the sight of him being so easily worked up in such a small amount of time let her have just a bit of mercy for the poor man. Shingo felt her move around and the blindfold being loosened until she was the first thing he saw. She was on her hands and knees hovering over him as she tossed the cloth elsewhere. (Y/N) brought her free hand to his jaw and pressed on it forcing him to open his mouth a bit. Leaning down, she roughly pressed her lips on his, delving her tongue past his lips and taking in every detail of his mouth.

Shingo moaned and intertwined his tongue with hers. Surprisingly, he wasn't fighting for dominance, he just wanted to feel as much of her as possible. He wanted to feel her skilled tongue against his and take it all in. As their kiss continued, (Y/N) grabbed the pair of scissors sitting on the arm of the couch and cut the duct tape down the center, pulling the rest off of his Shingo's wrists.

The moment she was finished, his hands flew to her hips, grabbing the waistband of her underwear and ripping them off of her. "Hey! I liked th-" She pulled away from the kiss, about to scold him but he cut her off. "I'll buy you more, sexy, now shut up." Shingo winked and quickly sat up, sitting on the couch properly, before pushing her down onto his dick. (Y/N) lewdly moaned his name, his smug smirk making its appearance.

"That's it baby girl, let me hear all of those beautiful, dirty sounds, let me hear everything I do to you. I did say I was gonna make you feel good, didn't I, love?" He thrust up fully sheathing himself inside her, earning him another moan from her dirty mouth.

She rested her head on his right shoulder, an arm wrapped around his back holding onto him tightly and her right hand tangled in his messy hair. He leaned back making it easier for him to thrust up into her. Her hot breath was felt on his neck every time he thrust his hips up. The moans and whimpers she let out was music to his ears. Shingo moved an arm under her ass and stood up, surprising her. She drawled out his name rather loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist.

She gasped when he started walking to their room, the feeling of his length still in her was a hell of a sensation on its own. Every time he took a step, she sighed lowly. When they got to the bed, Shingo pulled out, (Y/N) whining in protest. He chuckled and lied her in the middle of the bed, crawling over her, thrusting easily back into her wet heat. His pace was faster and much rougher, being easier to fuck her in this position.

(Y/N) threw her head back, eyes rolling in pleasure as she whimpered. "S-Shingo, harder!" He growled nearly animalistically, intertwining his hands with hers placing them on each side of her head, roughening his thrusts and going deeper.

Her moans echoed throughout the room, her hands tightly holding onto his. Shingo really knew how to please her when he wanted to. He knew all of her sweet spots, inside and out. To put it bluntly, no one's ever fucked her as good as Shingo. He can do things to her no one else can.

Next thing she knew, she was screaming his name as she came. He came right after, a low, husky moan of her name drawling out of his mouth. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, his hair falling in front of his face. He occasionally gave small kisses along her neck as they panted heavily.

"So... feeling good yet, babe?" Shingo asked between breaths. (Y/N) gave a long whine of 'mhmm' and squeezed his hand.

"Good." He gave her a peck on the lips. They took a few minutes to get dressed before falling back in bed, under the covers this time. "Now when I come home horny, you'll be the one to fuck me to high heaven and I get to tie you up and blindfold you." He said giving his signature smirk and high-pitched snicker.

"We'll see about that, Shings." She mirrored his smirk.

"Keep calling me that and I'm really going to do it."

"Bet, bitch."

Shingo Shoji - Rage Your Dream

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Angst to Happy Ending | • Word Count: 4,144. • Synopsis: In which a traumatic experience, and life of an innocent girl, leads to her being saved by an unexpected racer who helps rebuild her life, getting rid of her fears and anxieties, which allows him to be seen in a whole new light.

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He found her in an alley.

She was lying on the ground, surrounded by three men who took such unnatural pleasure in beating on her. What did she do? She was only walking "home" from a job interview before they pulled her into the alley, and now here she was.

She was scared- no, she was horrified. What else would they do? Would anyone find her? Would they even help her? She was on the verge of going unconscious but wouldn't let herself pass out. She didn't want to wake up in a strange place.

She heard yet another car engine echo through the streets. Another person to simply drive past, unaware of what was happening, she assumed, as more tears flowed from her eyes. It drove just past the alley and out of sight before she barely heard a quick screech of the tyres and the engine idling.

Her hearing was starting to fail, and her mind growing fuzzier. The only thing she could strongly focus on was the men's twisted laughter at her pain.

And then it stopped.

She heard what she thought was a surprised sound from at least one of them before multiple thuds sounded, then it went quiet. She didn't feel anymore kicking, but rather someone gently picking her up, clearly mindful of her injuries. She tensed up for a moment before relaxing at the soft touch.

The girl couldn't see or hear who it was. Her consciousness was fading fast. This person didn't radiate a dark, dangerous aura like her beaters did; it was the opposite.

She could only lie limply in their arms as the person carried her somewhere. She felt herself being sat down in something; the position felt familiar. She felt a vibration from her left, something closed, maybe? The same thing happened on the other side, but a little further away. Then there was a vibration she could easily make out as a car's engine turning on.

She noted the car had a nice scent and a hint of tobacco before she finally passed out.

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She woke up in the hospital not long after her saviour brought her there. She looked at her right arm, seeing an IV line connected to it. She had bandages wrapped around herself in some areas and others had bandages patched on top of the cuts and bruises.

(Y/N) heard movement in front of her and quickly looked over, seeing a man with black hair that reached just below his ears, and was wearing a red hoodie. Was he the one who saved her?

"How are you feeling?" he asked lightly. She only nodded with a barely audible hum. She looked out the window, seeing it was still dark out. She found a clock on the wall and checked the time. It was eight-thirty. It's only been two hours.

"Do you have anyone you can stay with?" his sudden question made her jump. (Y/N) shook her head immediately. He noticed how she instantly paled and seemed scared at the question. She didn't have any parents to go home to; they died two years ago. She especially didn't want to go back to the hell she lived in at her "boyfriend's" apartment.

He was sadistic and controlling of every aspect of her life. He got rid of all her friends, not allowing her to have any new ones. She wasn't allowed to talk to others unless it was strictly for work, but she was fired because she wouldn't come in most days, due to him. He forced her to clean everything around his apartment. If she screwed up one little thing, he'd abuse her either verbally or physically, sometimes both, then proceed to lock her in her room. He controlled when she could be let out, and when and how much she got to eat. Everything. She wouldn't be surprised if he set up the alley incident.

"Do you want to stay with me, if you're comfortable enough?"

The girl thought about it for a minute. As of right now, she trusted him more than anyone else. He saved her from potentially being beaten to death, and took her to the hospital rather than taking her to his own place or somewhere else she would be scared to be at.

She nodded again. Normally, he would be annoyed by the fact someone wasn't giving him a direct answer, but he was different with her. He knew there was a reason she was too scared to speak. He'd let her take as much time as she needed to get over it and feel comfortable around him.

"I'm Shingo." He smiled lightly.

"(Y/N)..." her voice was a whisper, but he heard it just fine.

Shingo left later that night to let her rest and allow the doctor and nurses do what they needed to before he brought her home. He visited her each day for a few hours to help get her used to being around him and warm up to each other.

A nurse brought a notebook and pen for her to write on, seeing as she was more comfortable to communicate with that method. Shingo initiated most conversations and she either replied with head movements or wrote out her replies. She knew a good amount of Japanese but was fluent in English and tended to write most of her responses in it. Luckily, Shingo was also fluent and she was much more comfortable interacting with him that way.

She thought Shingo's voice sounded nice when he spoke English as well. They conversed for hours and (Y/N) relaxed fairly quickly around him. He didn't press on questions she didn't want to answer, instead switching to a different topic with ease. When she wrote a question asking about what he liked to do in his free time, he said he was a street racer that raced on mountain passes. He got into the topic very quickly and had a small sparkle in his eyes as he talked.

It was cute to say the least. He was like a child talking about his favourite toy or video game. She also found his hobby quite interesting, racing sounded fun. When he finished his very detailed explanation of nearly all aspects of racing, he asked what she liked to do.

You'd think it would be as easy to answer as he did, but she had a hard time coming up with one. She hadn't done anything fun in two years. She eventually wrote down she liked to draw on occasion and go to the beach.

Shingo was slowly piecing together what he thought made her so... nervous? Finicky? Whoever she's been around before he showed up had a negative influence on her daily life and left some kind of trauma.

When she was comfortable enough around Shingo a little over a week later, she was discharged from the hospital by the doctor. She waited at the entrance while Shingo went to his car. He pulled up next to her making it easier on her bad leg.

It was also comforting to know that the car held the same scent as the one from last week. A small detail, but comforting to know. What did he say the car was again? An EG6? It fit his type pretty well.

The ride was silent, but not awkward or tense. (Y/N) watched the scenery pass by and got scared for a minute as Shingo drove towards a familiar road but passed it, getting on the highway, and driving the opposite direction. She mentally sighed in relief, her worry washing away.

Shingo took an exit off the highway about thirty minutes later. She was wondering just how far his place was from where she lived- well, previously lived. She was happy to know it was quite a distance, it made her feel safer. He followed a series of roads until he pulled into an apartment complex that was a lot better than where she came from.

Shingo helped her out of the car and to the staircase, having her get on his back to carry her up the three flights of stairs. (Y/N) blushed, hiding her face in the back of his hoodie. It only made it worse. He smelled nice, whether it was his natural scent or a cologne, she liked it.

He set her down gently at the door then unlocked it, helping her in. She was settled on the couch, taking in the appearance of his apartment. The walls were the typical white colour, but most of them in the main room were covered in various Honda cars, especially EG6s and Mugen posters. He really loved his car, didn't he? She smiled slightly, this place was bright and filled with the passion of everything he likes.

The apartment she used to live in was blank, dull, and to her, who knew better, was the worst place imaginable. This was definitely a nice change. Shingo came back with food, handing her a plate as he sat down next to her. She gratefully took it and her eyes widened seeing how much was there. This was more than (Y/N)'s ever gotten in a day.

Her expression didn't go unnoticed. Shingo was getting closer and closer to figuring out this puzzle. If he ever finds out who treated her like an animal, there's going to be hell to pay.

(Y/N) ate happily, soon finishing everything and drinking all of her water. He looked her over, seeing she was much skinner and pale than she was supposed to be. How long had she been like this?

"You want more?" Shingo asked, motioning to his food. She shook her head lightly, "I'm not hungry anymore, thank you." Her voice was still low, but louder than it was at the hospital. He told her she was free to eat anything she wanted at any time, that there were no restrictions.

(Y/N) nodded, thanking him gratefully again. Things were looking better for her already.

"There's only one bedroom, so you can sleep in there with me or I can set up the couch for you, whichever you're more comfortable with. You can always change your mind." He said as he took the dishes and glasses.

"The couch would be great, thank you." She smiled lightly.

Shingo brought out multiple blankets and a couple soft pillows for later. He took her back out to get clothes, ignoring her small 'protests' of not wanting him to spend money on her. He easily countered them by saying, "You're not going to wear the same thing for who knows how long, are you?" and smirked in triumph when she knew he made a good point.

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(Y/N) spent the next few days getting accustomed to the apartment, still finding the new freedom strange, but great, nonetheless. She spent most of the day by herself while Shingo was at work, but when he'd get home they would often sit and talk for a while. (Y/N) was really warming up to him; he was always kind and patient with her, never getting angry with anything she did.

Shingo decided to get her out of the house to help get her comfortable around people without fear of punishment. Later that day, he took her out for dinner at a small restaurant he often goes to before or after his races.

She hadn't been to a restaurant in years.

"How come?" Shingo suddenly asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Her expression turned surprised; did she say that out loud?

"Oh, um... my "boyfriend," she said quietly and quoted with her fingers, "he wouldn't let me do anything after he kept me in his apartment for the last couple years." She said softly, looking around nervously.

'So, it is someone. Tch, what a pathetic piece of shit.'

(Y/N) had relaxed some when she didn't find who she was looking for and explained everything that happened during the last two years. The puzzle Shingo was piecing together over the last few weeks finally came together, and it all made sense. That bastard better pray to whatever god he believed in that Shingo doesn't find him.

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When they got back to his apartment, he carried her on his back from the car to the door on the top floor. Her leg was getting better, but Shingo insisted to carry her, so she didn't accidently strain it. She wasn't going to lie, she liked it. She had her arms wrapped over his shoulder and her hands lying loosely over his chest. She liked how it felt. She liked how strong his arms were, but also gentle with her. She liked how calming his scent was. Everything about him, she liked- no, loved.

(Y/N) loved Shingo.

Over the course of a month, he wanted to get her more accustomed to being able to do things freely. He worked on getting her out of her scared shell and to open up without fear of being hurt. She still wrote a large majority of her questions and replies in a notebook but was starting to speak more often.

She was still in the habit of cleaning the entire apartment every day, even though it was already clean, when Shingo went to work. She had done it continuously for so long that it's proven to be a difficult habit to break so far.

(Y/N) didn't hear Shingo unlock the door, open, shut it, and relock it while she was excessively cleaning the kitchen. He wasn't aware she didn't hear him and said "Hey" from behind her, scaring her that she ended up dropping a plate, the glass shattering across the floor. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and face paled as she whined quietly, backing herself into a corner, and curling up.

Shingo had knelt down to her level as he calmly moved towards her. She flinched instinctively and he stayed where he was, his hands open in front of him as a non-threating gesture. His expression held no anger as he lightly said things such as, "You're okay", "You're not in trouble", "I'm not gonna hurt you", and "I'm not angry."

(Y/N) relaxed after some coaxing and the silence of just being near him. Shingo never moved from his place and only made slow movements if he went to adjust his sitting position. She was eventually sat on the couch as he cleaned up the broken shards.

Throughout the rest of several more weeks, things progressed well. No other incident had occurred, and Shingo had teasingly suggested that she could help him wash his car if she wanted to clean something so badly. She found it quite enjoyable, relaxing, and satisfying. As she was hosing off the soap, she quickly redirected the water at Shingo before moving it back to the car. He let out a surprised yelp at the cold water and gave her a look that said, 'Really?' She giggled and that was the first time Shingo had ever heard her laugh.

As adorable as he thought it sounded, he was still getting his revenge. He ended up getting her back with the hose when she set it down to wash another part of the car. By the end of their water fight, they had been completely soaked. It was almost like they got more water on them than the car did.

As (Y/N) cleaned one of the wheels, Shingo knelt down next to her on her left. She looked over, curious as to what he was doing, and froze when his lips met hers for a quick peck. She blinked a few times and he said, "You're adorable", making her blush heavily. When he saw no sign of anxiety or fear, but rather a smile creeping onto her features, he leaned in again.

When their lips met, she melted easily into the kisses. His were gentle, not crossing any lines. He tilted his head slightly, bringing his hand to the side of her face, lightly rubbing her cheek several times before his hand rested at the back of her neck.

They pulled away for air a few moments later. Shingo looked into her eyes asking, "I'm not pushing it, am I?"

"Not at all," she shook her head, "I-I liked it." She lightly stuttered, her cheeks turning pink again.

He smiled, giving her one more peck, but on the cheek this time. He told her she could go inside and take a shower, that he'd finish up with the wheels. By the time she finished and walked out of the bathroom door, Shingo had just gotten inside. After he showered, (Y/N) had food on the little table in front of the couch. She lightly patted the spot next to her and he joined her.

As the hours passed, the two kept themselves occupied with watching TV, to (Y/N) reading a manga series about street racing, and Shingo looking through his car magazines. Any time she came across a sentence in the manga she didn't understand, she asked Shingo what it said. She found it cute how he muttered it in Japanese before saying the translation in English.

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After they did their nightly routine Shingo was pleasantly surprised to see (Y/N) sitting on the edge of his bed. She sheepishly asked if she could sleep there for the night. He told her she could for as long as she wanted, to which she smiled and thanked him, scurrying under the covers happily.

A few minutes after Shingo got in bed, she moved closer until she was cuddled up to him, her arms resting between their chests, and her head just below his. It took him a good minute to process it before humming and wrapping an arm over her side.

He never thought he'd be so content with having a girl, he'd only known for about three months, live with him, let alone sleep with him. There was something about her, he thought, that he just really liked. Was it her shyness or appearance? Or the fact he found her in such a bad predicament, which led him to be so protective over her?

Either way, he knew at this point that he loved her. Helping her get over her anxieties, unintentional bad habits, and getting her comfortable to talking around other people again only brought them closer. If she were anyone else, he'd most likely just ignore them or say, "Do it yourself." Everyone who knows Shingo, knows he doesn't have much of a patience to begin with, but he's been the exact opposite with (Y/N).

He may act like a bitter guy on the outside, but he's definitely a huge softie on the inside.

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(Y/N)'s progress had suddenly advanced greatly after her ex was found and arrested. He was also responsible for her parent's deaths and she was given the option to press charges, which (Y/N) immediately did. Her parent's will had been found in his apartment and she was given everything they wanted her to have, including their financial savings. When it was all over and done with, she felt like she didn't have to look over her shoulder in constant paranoia anymore.

Shingo was happy to see her suddenly become talkative and excited to go out places again. They spent more time out of the house, Shingo driving her anywhere she wanted to go to or see. She was ecstatic to see the beach after so long.

It had been nearly a year since Shingo found her. With his patience and her strong will, she was back to being herself again. (Y/N) got a good paying part time job and had been thinking of going to college to pursue her dream career. The money her parents had left was more than enough to pay for all of her classes and she could buy herself a car.

Shingo's love for cars had rubbed off on her and he was constantly suggesting that she should get a civic because "Nothing is better than v-tec and driving in the red zone." She would roll her eyes with a smile and remind him she wasn't going to be racing.

He would only shrug and say his suggestion still stands, going back to what he was doing. When she had doubts of college, Shingo told her she had time to think about it, but don't pass up her dream simply because of a second thought. "You'll do just fine," he would say, giving her a nudge on the shoulder.

He knew when she was determined to do something, she wouldn't stop until she was finished. All she needed was that little push to get her into it. Eventually, she was admitted into a high-ranking college that was in downtown Shibukawa.

They went out to a restaurant to celebrate and surprisingly, Shingo is an absolute lightweight when it comes to drinking. After his third beer, he could barely stand. (Y/N) giggled when he would mumble random gibberish with his face completely flustered. It was extremely adorable. (Y/N) decided it was time to leave when he was having trouble keeping himself awake. She helped him to the car, which was pretty difficult, but hilarious.

This would be the first time she's ever driven his car. She always wondered what it would be like. She turned it on and released the handbrake, putting it in gear. Just as the car was about to move it forward it jolted and shut off.

Shingo started chuckling.

"Hush, you. It's been a while." (Y/N) huffed and turned the car back on. She successfully moved it forward on the second try and the rest of the shifting went naturally. When they were halfway home, Shingo half-consciously mumbled, "You're fucking hot driving my car," (Y/N) looked over with a surprised expression before looking back at the road, "when you're not stalling it at least." He lightly chuckled again and turned his head forward, most likely falling asleep for the- what, seventh time?

She smiled and rolled her eyes, turning down several more roads until they reached their apartment. (Y/N) parked the Honda in its usual spot. Now it was time to try and get Shingo's heavy ass up three flights of stairs.

She nudged him awake and he groaned. "C'mon Shin, we're home." (Y/N) unbuckled the harness and helped him out. She locked the car and quickly made her way back to him. Shingo was leaning forward against the side of the car with his forehead pressed again the edge of the roof. She was quite sure he was trying to fall asleep again.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his waist and nudged him towards her. He hummed lowly and leaned against her instead, walking as best he could. Shingo made it up the stairs and through the door surprisingly well. She helped him down the hallway, but he ended up turning too early and ran into the wall. He gave a short, "Ow", his tone sounding like he was almost offended. (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh lightly as she got him around the corner and to the bed properly, where she let him fall onto it.

He sighed contently and (Y/N) changed clothes before she joined him. Shingo pulled her to him, his arms wrapped around her side with her head on his chest. The smell of her hair quickly lulled him to sleep, (Y/N) falling asleep not long after.

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"Is anyone else seeing this?" Takeshi asked in pure disbelief.

The rest of the NightKids nodded, adding in a small, "Yep", "Yeah", and "Mhmm" as a response.

"It's almost scary." One of them piped up.

"Who knew he was capable of that?" another guy said.

They all watched in disbelief and amazement as Shingo was leaning against the side of his car holding (Y/N) around the waist with both arms as she leaned against him, a smile on her face. He gave her multiple kisses on her head, cheek, and lips when she looked up. He didn't even pay attention to his team staring at him and his girlfriend with wide eyes.

She wanted to see a street race from the starting line now that she was comfortable around people again. All of the other times, they watched from an empty corner of the pass. This was the first time anyone from the NightKids had seen (Y/N), let alone heard of her. The team, especially Takeshi, were starting to wonder why he seemed nicer than usual throughout the last few months.

He still had his sarcastic attitude, but it just wasn't as... prominent as it used to be. Now they all saw why. Their next question was, what the girl saw in Shingo. Whatever it may be, Takeshi was just grateful that he hadn't been given a headache from Shingo's bullshit in a long time, and most importantly...

She can keep him.

Shingo Shoji - Gold Night

• Shingo Shoji x Reader • Word Count: 943. • Synopsis: In which the NightKids go to a pub and Shingo drinks more than he can handle, becoming a plastered mess that his girlfriend has to deal with.

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When the NightKids scored a new win against a difficult team, the guys decided to celebrate by heading down to a pub the next evening. Of course, this idea was conjured in the magnificent brain of Shingo's, also claiming he can outdrink everyone and still be able to stay conscious, let alone walk. Shingo's girlfriend, however, rolled her eyes, knowing that the EG6 driver was one hell of a lightweight and would pass out after his third beer. But she wouldn't spoil that information for the guys, wanting to see their reactions and realize just how much of a baby the man really is in the drinking world. With everyone seated in a circular booth at the back of the pub, and drinks delivered, conversation started easily with the occasional sips in between.

Shingo challenged Takeshi to a drinking contest, saying, "Whoever doesn't pass out first gets to be leader of the team." (Y/N) nearly barked a laugh out, getting a half-assed glare from her boyfriend. Takeshi agreed, determined to keep his place at the top, though it's not like he had anything to worry about in the first place. They ordered several more beers to settle their feud, with one of the other guys doing a small countdown before the top two drivers started chugging. When they slammed down the last bottle, everyone waited in anticipation to see who would drop their head against the table first. With a few minutes passing quickly, Takeshi didn't seem too different, save for his cheeks becoming slightly darker and being a little slow to respond, but otherwise pretty awake and functioning. Shingo, on the other hand, was leaned back against the booth seat, his head tilted upward and staring at the ceiling before saying something with extreme slurred speech.

"What did you say?" (Y/N) asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

"I said..." a hiccup escaped before he spoke clearer, "I'm jealous of your heart 'cause it's pumping inside you and I'm not." His head lulled to the side, looking at her with an expression that made it clear he wasn't joking.

Takeshi nearly did a spit take across the table, before clamping his hand over his mouth preventing the would-be drastic incident. He looked at Shingo with an incredulous look that had (Y/N) clutch her stomach with laughter. The rest of the team barked out short laughs, all while Shingo continued to gaze at his girlfriend, appearing unfazed. "Y'know, babe, if you think this is so funny..." another hiccup, "How 'bout I just do it right here, right now, hmm?" he started to shift, fully intending on acting on his words.

"Uhm, Shin, NO!" She started to make some sound that sounded like an angry squirrel while in a panic, as she tried to get her plastered boyfriend to sit down, stay still, and not attempt to pull any dirty deeds in front of people. "Okay, time to go home." She said after several minutes of fighting him while the guys looked on in amusement. "Let's go, lightweight, move your skinny ass." She pulled him out of the booth by his arm, wrapping her other around his waist to hold him up. The rest of the team followed suit after paying, Takeshi being a gentleman and holding the door open for her. After practically carrying the man to his car, she unlocked it and he stumbled into the passenger seat, not bothering to even put his legs inside the car. Poor (Y/N) had to situate him and buckle him in like a baby in a car seat when he tapped out and started to snore. Shutting the car door, she let out a heavy sigh. "Good luck with him!" Takeshi yelled before getting in the team's designated driver's car. The others followed suit, wishing her luck with a chuckle.

Waving them off, she sat in the driver's side of the Civic, starting it up and driving back to their apartment. When they arrived, he wouldn't wake up to (Y/N)'s shaking and name calling, resulting in her having to heave him on her back and carry him up three flights of stairs. She was glad it wasn't too difficult, thanks to her job of working with heavy car parts daily (and she was a bad bitch who lifts more than Shingo could anyway). Unlocking the door and heading inside, she went straight for the bedroom and dropped him off of her back, his body flopping on the soft mattress and making no indication of waking up. Running through her night time routine quickly, she joined the passed-out man in bed, covering him up and moving an arm out of her way before laying down. Within three minutes, he managed to latch himself onto her like a leech. He mumbled something that she could barely make out as, "You're fuckin' hot in red." What she didn't know is if he was dreaming about her dressed in red, or his car.

Some hours after she fell asleep, she jolted awake from the sound of a loud thump. Looking behind her, she sees most of the covers are pulled over Shingo's side of the bed. He fell off. But did he wake up? No. The poor girl had to wrench the blankets from his form and pull them back up, rearranging them before covering herself up again and sleeping in the middle of the mattress. He'll be fine, she thought as she snuggled into the comforter, peacefully falling back asleep while spread out like a starfish. (Y/N) was going to need it, knowing the shit storm of a hangover Shingo was going to have when he woke up.

Nobuhiko Akiyama - Hi Love

• Nobuhiko Akiyama x Reader | Fluff | • Word Count: 905. • Synopsis: In which a plan of surprise is hatched and (Y/N) gets help from her boyfriend's cousin to set it all in motion.

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(Y/N)'s small plan was about to be set in motion. She was in a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend, and it wasn't often that they got to see each other. She wanted to surprise him with a sudden visit and got help from his cousin to pull it all together. Wataru subtly changed around his cousin's plans so he had an open day with nothing to do. It was a pain to do, seeing as how smart the guy was, and it was even harder to not let anything slip when he had the faint suspicion that Wataru was up to something. In the end, it worked successfully and the day for (Y/N) to make an appearance was at hand.

Wataru picked her up from the train station after her several hour ride and drove her straight to Nobuhiko's. When they arrived, Wataru dropped her off a short distance before her boyfriend's house, a small precaution that he didn't hear or see Wataru's Levin. (Y/N) quickly and quietly walked up the front door and rang the bell. She waited a minute before it opened revealing her very surprised boyfriend.

"(Y/N)?" he tilted his head cutely.

"Nobu!" she exclaimed and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"To surprise you," she kissed his cheek, "and spend time with you." (Y/N) smiled when he pushed his glasses up. He led her inside, gently holding her hand. She missed the feeling of his soft hands, seeing an equally soft smile grace his lips when he glanced at her. He was too cute for his own good.

The couple settled themselves on the couch and (Y/N) cuddled into his side, her arms wrapped around his stomach. Nobuhiko had an arm around her back, his hand lightly squeezing her waist, his other still holding hers.

He asked how long she had been planning her surprise, (Y/N) replying with, "A few weeks, and I may have had some help from your cousin." She gave him a childish smile when he muttered how he knew Wataru was up to something. He asked her how she's been since the last time they met and what she's been up to. She replied how everything was as boring and normal as it gets. Being graduated for over a year, she got up early for work instead of school, heading home at the end of the day or spending a few free hours with her friends.

But what she really wanted to do for the rest of her days, was spend time with her boyfriend. Especially with how little they get to see each other. Being in a long-distance relationship was hard sometimes, but getting to see each other after a while apart was definitely worth it.

The couple spent hours in the main room talking. Nobuhiko told her of his team's recent races and their outcomes as well as how his daily life had been for the past several months. She would in turn tell him about everything that went on for her during the same time. Somewhere in between ended up (Y/N) straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his sides, and her head resting on his shoulder.

He picked up a book on the small table to the side and as he read, he slowly, little by little, pushed his glasses down towards the tip of his nose. Waiting for (Y/N) to realize, he had to hide the smile that was threatening to creep onto his lips so he wouldn't give it away.

She was reading silently along with him, her eyes flicking back and forth as she read the words on the pages. He glanced down at her a few times, seeing how fixated she was on the book. Nobuhiko made small movements in attempt to grab her attention. Small shifts in movement, lightly scratching his nose, giving a small sigh here and there. After his third sigh, she finally picked up that something was bothering him. She looked up and was about to ask what the matter was until she saw the placement of his glasses.

Nobu finally let his smile appear as she cooed so cutely and hugged him a little tighter. She smiled childish as she giggled out how adorable he looked and ruffled his hair. He chuckled lightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

When the sun had finally set and late evening had come around, the couple were snuggled together under the soft blankets of his bed. Nobuhiko's light blue glasses had been set on the night stand minutes ago, much to (Y/N)'s dismay, however, she would rather them be intact by the next day than to be broken while he slept and she wouldn't get to see him in them for a while as they got fixed.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she moved slightly closer to him, a soft hand moving to settle on the back of his neck as she pulled him in for a series of loving kisses. She smiled when she heard his pleased hums, his own smile forming on his soft lips. His hand lightly slid over her waist, settling there to keep a light, comforting hold on her.

They whispered soft words to each other between the kisses that slowly became tired. They exchanged a quiet "I love you," before sleep had finally fallen over them, leaving the couple tangled in each other's arms.

Initial D Headcannons: First Date

• All Initial D Characters x Reader • Word Count: 1,826. • Synopsis: Headcannons of the lovely boys and girls, and where you both go on your first date.

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• Keisuke: This Takahashi isn't fancy like his brother so you can bet your first date with him will be at a street race. He promises he's not the one participating in it and asks where you want to chill at. He'll suggest the best corner to see the opportunity of an overtake, but if you want to sit somewhere specific, he's more than happy to comply. If you both end up at the best corner, he'll be happy lil' boy and most likely have his leg bouncing in anticipation when the cars get closer. It's quite cute hearing him talk about who's going to win and make the pass around the corner and then puff up proudly when he's right.

• Ryosuke: Now this is a fancy Takahashi. Without fail, I'm sure you all know this man will go all out to make your first date with him quite the experience. He'd ask you out to a restaurant, not stating specifically which one, and especially not if it's high end. If you mention you don't know what to wear, or don't have a dress you feel would be good enough for the occasion, you'll see a brand new one delivered to you first thing in the morning on the day of your date. Ryosuke would pick you up at the exact time he said, open and close the car door for you and let you pick what side of the table you want to sit at. He'd get fancy wine and cover the bill, not evening blinking an eye at your mention of the most outrageous prices you've ever seen. He'd only give you that suave smile and little head tilt to convince you to let him pay for it all.

• Takumi: If there's one thing this tofu boy is good at delivering, it's an ecstatic you to the beach. He could've sworn for a minute that your smile was the sun, seeing how bright it was as you looked at the sparkling ocean before you. Not many things can get Takumi to smile so easily, but that was definitely one of them. When you take off your clothes that covered your swimsuit, his face and ears turn red and he becomes a stuttering mess while trying to avoid eye contact. It takes him a solid few minutes to regain his composure, but once you pull him over to the water or have him help you make objects and shapes in the sand, he's back to normally pretty quickly.

• Takeshi: For everyone's favourite GT-R baby, he'd take you to a car meet in Tokyo for your first date. It's packed with all sorts of cars, builds, and unique styles. Takeshi clearly likes to hang around the GT-R section and he gets caught up talking with a few guys who own them for a few minutes, before shyly scratching the back of his head and apologizing to you with a blush. If the meet ends around noon, since some start early morning, he'd probably also take you to some nearby anime stores to look at manga.

• Shingo: He's taking you to a... pub? Okay... You thought this date wasn't going to go well, but you both ended up hitting it off great. You each had a few drinks but it was only three light and I mean r e a l l y light beers in, and this dude was fuckin' plastered. Seeing Shingo as such a lightweight was definitely a surprise and quite funny in the process seeing as how he struggled so much to form a proper sentence, stand on his own and he kept falling asleep. He's a weird guy, sure, but he definitely won't leave you bored.

• Itsuki: Mr. Lonely Driver ain't so lonely anymore, huh? Anyway, this hopeless romantic drives you up to lake Akina where you spend an hour or two boating around the lake and feeding the lil' fish that swim around you. After that he takes you around to Akagi and maybe even Myogi if there's enough time. He even let you drive his 8-5 down Akagi pass and that made him simp for you that much more.

• Iketani: This sweetie takes you out to a beachside restaurant and he can't get over how amazing you look in your sundress and how the wind makes your hair blow so beautifully, and- oh crap you caught him staring at you like that again. He chuckled nervously for the fourth time and apologized. You easily brushed it off and liked how much he was into you, turning said words into a cheeky response that made him blush before the both of you took a nice walk along the shoreline at sunset.

• Kenji: He'll take you out for some driving around the city and stop at shops and other places you see along the way. It's mainly window shopping or at least looking around the place before leaving, but the both of you did get some neat looking stuff from several stores. He'd take you to his favourite restaurant for lunch before the both of you went back to hunting for goodies.

• Kenta: The man loves his tans and what's a better way to get them than at the beach? He does have some nice tan lines occasionally if he wears a tank-top in the sun for long periods of time, but he likes to keep it even as much as possible. You'd both have water fights in the ocean, help him build a sand version of his car, and maybe even make a sand pit to sit in and cool off.

• Kyoichi: The Emperor isn't exactly one for stereotypical dates, so you'd end up with him taking you out for a late-night coffee and chat with him on his home course or chill in an empty parking lot. He might even take you to one of the late-night car meets if one happens to line up with the night of your date. If you're both on Irohazaka, you might have the chance of getting him to race down the pass for you. If you ask nicely, that is. He is Emperor after all.

• Rin: Our second favourite GT-R boy would meet you at a park where there's a bunch of colourful koi fish swimming around. If you met him before Kaori, he'd be a real sweet and romantic guy. If you met him after Kaori, he'd be more on the quiet side, try to keep his attention on you and try not to be so depressed that it leaves a bad impression. He's trying his best at being a good date and all he needs is a little push in the right direction and some affection to top it off for him. He can be a real wholesome boy though.

• Goū: The younger Hojo bro would definitely take you to those almost secret midnight car meets. He'd try to impress you with his NSX and give some loud revving when he drives you both into the parking complex so it echoes. His car is an attention grabber, especially with its vibrant red paint and he's mentally hoping that the attention he's getting from his car only adds to the attraction you have for him. He pays attention to you the whole time and follows you around the complex, answering any questions you have about the cars you're currently looking at. It's pretty attractive how he has so much car knowledge and barely needs to think about your question before answering it.

• Wataru: Taru would be more on the adventurous side and take you to some small, almost hidden shrines around the city or along a forest path. You'd both check out street-side shops, seeing what they have to offer, and overall explore everything you could in a day. He's a super considerate guy and is really sweet, always taking your words into consideration and listening to everything you say.

• Nobuhiko: You both met at a library, so you can bet your first date would be at another. Both being bookworms to some degree, you could easily talk about all sorts of books from almost any genre. If you bumped into him in the car section of the library, that alone would be the main lead of your conversations. If you came across him from some other section, it's most likely because you saw him before hand and decided he was too cute to pass up so you ran into him on 'accident'. You'd tell him about that later and he'd give a light chuckle and shake of his head that made his cute poofy hair fluff around a bit.

• Mako: Your first date with the Sil-eighty driver would be at a fancy, but not overly fancy restaurant. You'd both have outside seats on a nice evening, the small candle on the centre of the table would light up her features subtly, but it made her all the more gorgeous. She would start off as shy until you both found a topic she easily relaxed into, and that's where you both hit it off great.

• Sayuki: This wild child is obviously a beach babe. She'd want to spend as much time in the water as possible with small breaks in between. She'd buy a new swim suit specifically for the date and want to impress you with her form. If there's a waterpark next to the beach, you'd already be feeling your arm being tugged in that direction as she happily exclaimed her excitement.

• Kyoko: The rotary babe would love to be taken to a street race as her first date with you. Your entire conversation up until the cars race past you would be about, well, the race itself. The occasional questions of where both of your interests in cars came to be would be asked and her eyes would sparkle with such happiness if you told her you owned an RX-7 as well.

• Mika: Best girl Mika would be the one to confidently ask you on a date to the beach. At some point during the date, she would squat down to the sand and murmur to herself about getting the golf ball out of the sandpit and what angle it would need to be hit at to get it out properly. Once she came out of her daze and realized you were watching with an amused expression she would blush and try to play it off while avoiding eye contact.

• Kaori: You'd take lovely Kaori on an early evening date to a restaurant before walking with her along a brightly lit up park with cherry blossoms. Several other couples would be walking around and she'd lightly mention at how great of an idea this was as she happily looked around at the scenery and other couples enjoying themselves. She'd hug your arm a little tighter and lean into you a little more as you continued down the path.