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godisg4y · 2 years

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He's a 10, but-

Tokyo revengers

TMG edition

A/n : please if u have any good ideas you'd like to add to my ones, pls reply them in the comments. I would LOVE to hear more of these, tyy

>Mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, takemitchi, baji, kazutora, smiley, angry, hakkai.

MIKEY

-He's a 10, but constantly bothers you to buy him food (mostly doyaraki)

-He's a 10 but talks about his motorcycle more like it's his gf than you 😭. "Ah, listen to my baby, isn't she so beautiful?" Mikey, it's a FUCKING BIKE.

-He's a 10 but sometimes he kills people and all his friends on a dark impulse lmfao

-sorry that was uncalled for, anyways

-He's a 10 but he falls asleep on you (or any surface really) CONSTANTLY. Like you just be ranting abt smth and realize you're not getting replies and when you look he's passed out next to you with a half eaten doyaraki in his mouth.

-it's a cute but seriously it's happened way too many times now, even in the weirdest places

- He's a 10 but almost burned down your kitchen trying to make ramen. Don't ask me how he managed that but he's not allowed in the kitchen anymore

-He's a 10 but makes wierd noises when he's bored. Like you just be chilling and this mf stars making pterodactyl noises???

-He's a 10 but you cannot watch a movie with him cause he constantly asks STUPID FUCKING QUESTIONS. Like idk if his brain just blanks or he gets sidetracked or what but it's irritating.

-"who's this one? Do we know him?" that's the Mc Mikey, it's abt him. "Didn't that guy die??" no that was his twin! "wtf there's 2 of them? Since when?" since the beginning-. "Oh, wait is that his gf???" no Mikey that's his mom "that's his mom?! No way, she's too hot" MIKEY!!

DRAKEN

-He's a 10. Actually no, he's a 20. That's all. Thanks for comming to my Ted talk/ jk jk

- He's a 10 but has to constantly bend his body to walk through every single door in your place (or most places for that matter)

-He's a 10 but can't pick up on any social clues related to flirting. Like he immediately picks up on when his friends are sad or need help but try to flirt with this guy, all u get is a blank stare and a "wtf" reaction LMAO

-He's a 10 but his room sounds like a hanime at night 💀( it's Canon bc I say so now stfu)

-He's a 10 but enjoys jazz music??

-He's a 10 but went through a mid life crisis and decided to go bald at 27.

- DOrAkEgG-kun

-I can't think of anything else

CHIFUYU

- He's a 10 but communicates his problems with his cat instead of you

- He's a 10 but rants to peke j about your dates with him like love struck schoolgirl (don't ask me how I know he does that, I just do)

-He's a 10 but cancels plans with stupid excuses bc he's scheduled his whole Saturday to reading manga. (me too bby.. Me too)

- He's a 10 but his favorite genre of anything is romance

- He's a 10 but only listens to breakup or crush related pop songs, not the passable ones, the kind that gets cringey af after you hear them constantly (like Olivia Rodrigo's)

- He's a 10 but sometimes he gives pick me Boi vibes, not the ones that would openly put others down but the type that like goes out of his way to seem likeable if he wants ur attention. Like he's only pick me-ish when it comes to you, not the vast majority.

-He's a 10 but despite being so cheerful and confident he's shy af when it comes to cute ppl / ones he likes. He has 0 game whatsoever likes he's super chill and fun with everyone but when it's his crush he goes braindead and awkward LMAOO

-He's a 10 but if he has a crush on you, he will 100% stare at you CONSTANTLY but never have the guts to talk to u.

- He's a 10 but religiously believes in big tiddie goth gf supremacy.

-unrelated to the post but I'm almost positive this guy is pansexual

TAKEMITCHI

-He's actually like an 8 ngl, I don't make the rules. anyways

-He's a 10 but he got caught lacking TWICE

-jk jk, he's a 10 but sometimes he holds ur little brothers hand instead of yours 💀

-I'm sorry I'll stop. He's a ten but pretended to be a super hero all the way up till 8

-He's a 10 but he uses so much hair jel it's actually unhealthy

-He's a 10 but he thinks wearing baggy and sagging pants makes him cool

-He's a 10 but he accidentally called you mom once, we act like it never happened (not in a sexual way dw)

- He's a 10 but all his shoes look like they were popular in the 80's

-He's a 10 but his room gives the feeling of deadbeat father and a 5 yr old problem child in one (I can't explain this one)

- He's a 10 but he goes into a corner and plays that snake game on his flip phone in solitude whenever he feels socially awkward somewhere

BAJI

-He's a 10 but tries to convince you to commit arson with him whenever he's bored

-He's a 10 but get random bursts of energy to litterally runs up to something then kick it. It's like this:

you're walking together

Monke sees action baji sees trash can

processing said trash can

*impulse activated*

run to trash can

kick as hard as humanly possible

niceeee

-He's a 10 but has a habit of doing the most regular things a little too aggressively, it's not really his fault cause it's not on purpose, it just happens. Like he accidentally slams doors and draws or places things down too roughly where it makes loud noises and ur a lil concerned ngl. (like glass bowls n shit)

-He's a 10 but uses two in one shampoo. Never does his hair either it just styles itself so perfectly like man.. fuck you

-He's a 10 but punches random guys for fun LMAO

-He's a 10 but pesters you for food like a 5 yr old, also he still likes his "Dino nuggies" but don't tell his friends that...or do, he doesn't care

-He's a 10 but his mom does all his, laundry and still tiddies his room whenever

- Not that he bothers her to do it for him, she just does

- He's a 10 but his mom is a fucking 20, don't @ me

- He's a 10 but he can't read...or spell. But we love him, precious dumbass <3

(Hey I'm baji, I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read)

KAZUTORA

-He's a 10 but he constantly gaslights you for the most mundane things.

*takes off light*

*walks out and comes back in to se light on*

"Babe didnt I switch this off?"

"no it was just like this"

"Oh.."

-He's a 10 but if u mention his younger self hair style he'll threaten to hit u with a wrench (playfully ofc!...unless)

-He's a 10 but one time he accidentally killed his friends brother and went to juvie LMFAOO, life's just like that. It eez what it eez

- He's a 10 but uses the phrase "I went to jail once mother fucker I'm not scared to go again" almost everytime someone picks a fight with him

-He's a 10 but he's overly skeptical of ALL your friends and family. Like whenever u take him to your get togethers or family gatherings he just fucking sits there looking at everyone with the most judgmental expressions ever.

isn't that your "creepy uncle" who went to jail For smth?

Was it pedophilia?

Idk, he just looks like a pedo to me

WE GET IT BUT DON'T SAY SHIT SO OPENLY, PPL CAN HEAR YOU TORA 💀

-He's a 10 but gets genuinely upset when you borrow his jackets, like most guys find it cute and he's like "Hey that's mine! Give it back u rat!"

-He's a 10 but gives cringey emo boy/anime villian worthy speeches about life whenever you two argue

-He's a 10 but had a crush on one of his teachers a time

-He's a 10 but he has daddy issues... And mommy issues... And just issues in general

-He's a 10 but tells you the most weirdest conspiracy theories he has. About the government, aliens, lizard ppl, the pyramids, the Bermuda triangle, everything.

MITSUYA

-He's a fucking 20+. Fight me

-there is litterally no fault in this man. He is perfection.

-OK fine, he's a 10 but somehow goes through episodes of depression and workaholicness in one like?? Pick a struggle, just one

- He's a 10 but his beard/ mustache started growing when he was only 14

- It causes it to grow very quickly now so if he goes a day without shaving u will see a little stubble there lmaoo

-He's a 10 but organizes your shit for you the same way he does for his sisters lmaoo. I guess it's just a force of habit

-Like he'll notice a few of your stationery scattered around your desk and he's already re-organizing everything.

-He's a 10 but he steals your plushies to practice his sewing skills.

-Makes mini sweaters and clothes for your them, and whenever you can't find them and ask, they're in takashi's room "modeling" as he claims

-He's a 10 but he makes your family love him more than they love you without even trying. Like fuck you omg

NAHOYA (smiley)

-He's a 10, but he tries to "play" fight you every single time you two are left alone together.

-like the others would go inside McDonald's to order food and then come back out to find you two acting out some sort of fake karate moves on each other

-you also beat up eachothers shadows and act like ur getting hurt 💀

-He's a 10 but you have to LITTERALLY beg and plead with him to not murder guys who catcall you. He still throws hands left n right tho

-He's a 10 but he sends u the most random shit at 4 in the morning. And when I say random, I mean RANDOM

- He's a 10 but calls you "bro, dude and bruh" as affectionate nicknames

-He's a 10 but never wears matching socks. Like it's become a habit now to just grab whichever ones are closest and he honestly does not care. "whatever they can't see my socks anyways"

-they can. But according to him it's a fashion statement

-He's a 10 but brings his little brother to your dates sometimes

-then gets jealous when u give souya more attention than him. But who can blame you? We Stan our blueberry little bean. Must protecc

SOUYA (angry)

-He's a 10...actually he's like a 12 tbvh

-He's a 10, but sometimes he treats you more like a mom or big sister than his actual s/o 💀

-He's a 10, but he gets lost easily, so he clings to your arm like a fucking koala EVERY time ur in public together

-he also follows you around like a lost puppy, EVERYWHERE. Mf waits outside the washroom untill ur done-

-He's a 10 but he MUST. ALWAYS. be the little spoon when cuddling, ALWAYS. (I see this as an absolute win)

-He's a 10 but he has a habit of stealing your blanket in the middle of this night and discarding his own? Or if it's one blanket he just hogs all in his sleep.

-mfs lucky he's so cute otherwise I would've started throwing hands for this shii long ago.

-He's a 10 but he just can't make decisions for himself istg. He will ponder everything for 10 minutes, not decide, ask your opinion and when u give him it he always goes with your opinion. I mean that's nice but sweetie... Think for yourself atleast sometimes T-T

-He's a 10 but he once thought his big brother liked you so he tried to ignore your very existence lmfao but nahoya thought it was his way of being awkward with you. Untill a day he found him crying about it and got the real reason

(proceeded to explain that he didn't like you like that and you're like "one of his homies". Also helped him get closer with you)

HAKKAI

-He's a 10 but he's more romantically interested in mitsuya than you, his s/o

- I'm joking, I'm joking... not really we all know it's true

-Also he's not a 10, he's a 100. I will fist fight anyone who disagrees

-He's a 10 but he's super awkward around any other female or femmine like person except you (if ur a gorl) and yuzuha to the point where he seems rude

-He's a 10 but similar to souya he also can't really make desicions on his own so he just uses yours

-He's a 10 but he acts more like your lil bro that u look after rather than a bf. It just happens cause you're so close with yuzuha and u guys are always treating him like your precious baby that he just automatically reacts like that.

Walking together

-He's a 10 but he sees you kinda like a sugar mommy. Despite being rich, he just likes the feeling of when u get him the things he wants and he knows u like getting him things so there's no problem with asking, not that he ever has to ask bc the second u see him interested in smth ur already getting it for him.

Sees cute Keychain

Oh! Y/nn~ look at that panda chain! Its so cute

*immediately buys him said Keychain*

-He a 10 but he has actual mommy issues and needs you to take care of those needs for him. Which is why he feels so nice when u get him things and do stuff for him. Always making sure he's okay and showering him in affection. He feels the most loved like that.

-He's a 10 but has a, picture of his soulmate "best friend" as his wallpaper and not you

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scarletnakazato · 1 month

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Hcs for taking the boys lingerie shopping? Would they tell you their favorite pieces on you, help you decide between sets, etc!

Initial D Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping

• All Initial D Male Characters • Word Count: 1,754. • Synopsis: In which the boys' help you pick out lingerie and give their inputs and reactions to the pieces and sets. • Note: Thank you for the idea Anon, this was a fun lil' snippet!

• Keisuke: Would be flustered at first when you both enter the store, even if it was his idea to take you. He’d shadow you at first, looking kind of shy and out of place as you look around at the sets and pieces. After a few minutes he’ll get more comfortable and glance around, his eyes no doubt landing on a yellow set and nudging your arm then pointing at it hanging on the wall. You’d giggle a bit, not being surprised he’d want you dressed the same as his beloved FD. After finding a few more pieces and sets for yourself, along with the few he’d bring you some of different colours and two more yellows, you’d try them on, pulling back the curtain to show it off with a spin and watch his reactions. Saying he loves you in all of them and can’t decide he’d shrug and tell you to just let him buy them all, but you weren’t having that; far too expensive. He’d sigh and end up narrowing it down to the top three, one colour and pattern loved by you, another you both agreed on, and obviously the first yellow one he set eyes on.

• Ryosuke: It’d be your idea to take him shopping but not tell him where it was you wanted to take him. However, he was pleasantly surprised at your choice, choosing to indulge himself in a rare time. The pieces and sets he’d look around for were more of a classical style, covering more yet still accentuating your form deliciously. He seemed to favour the colours of Black, blue and white, with the occasional red, no doubt taking on a similar style of his own clothes. Getting to watch you try on dozens of pieces, mix matching the colours to see what blend nicely, along with the few sets you both picked out was the highlight of his day. Unlike his brother, he was much more lenient, not taking no as answer from you, and buying the few you liked most along with a few of his own choices.

• Takumi: Oh, this boy is mad blushing. Obviously, it was your idea to walk into the store as you both wandered through a mall, dragging poor Takumi in by the arm. Once he realized what store he was in, he practically froze in place. You giggled, tugging on his arm and taking him to one of the walls to look around, as Takumi watched the floor, cheeks red and hands in his pockets to avoid touching anything. Once he heard you hum with mischief, he looked up, curiosity taking over as he saw you holding up two separate pieces, the top half white, and the bottoms black. “Yeah, I think this is it, how about you, Tak?” you’d ask and he’d instantly scratch the back of his head, looking at the ceiling. Knowing his unspoken answer, you took him to one of the changing rooms before showing it to him, the poor boy choking on his water from squeezing the bottle too hard once you yanked back the curtain.

• Takeshi: (#TedTalk incoming) Oh man where to start… I feel like it’d be his idea to take you if he’s feeling particularly bold or more in the mood than usual, but then your idea if you felt like spoiling him with an extra treat on yourself or to surprise him and watch him blush and stutter a bit. Obviously, he’d lean towards anything black or red. Black with red accents, even. He’d take longer than the other guys to look at the details and patterns, the shapes of the individual pieces and sets, imagining them on you to try and save you time from putting them all on. Takeshi was most definitely imagining those same sets and pieces on you while you sat all pretty on his Skyline. He was glad he decided to wear baggier pants than usual today, too. He’s also the kind of guy who wants the perfect outfit for his perfect girl, so he’d take this shopping trip seriously. You notice that if he’s staring at something for longer than a glance and then leaving to check other outfits out, you’d grab it without him noticing. In the end, you’d have dozens of sets and pieces to try on, but not minding the time it takes one bit due to the delicious reactions he’s giving you every time you pull back that curtain. Takeshi would nod approvingly to nearly everything you wore, leaving you to have to narrow it down so it wasn’t a financial crisis in the end. You’d also let him pick out the few he loved most as well, that being the main reason you and/or him walked into the store in the first place.

• Shingo: This man is straight reveling at the sight before him. You’d have to stop him from grabbing every single red set and piece he lays eyes on. His constant giggling and shit eating grins, going along with his dirty comments quickly driving you up a wall. It was quite literally like taking a sugar high and addicted child into a candy store. Telling him to calm down and stop grabbing everything, you limited it to three sets, or two pieces to make a set, is what you’d told him. Eventually, he’d tone it down, settling on a deep red set that was quite revealing, two pieces that were black and red on both top and bottom, you chose the top while he insisted on the bottom, and you picked out the last piece/set on your own, though he had no qualms, seeing you in anything was enough to turn him on.

• Itsuki: Uhhh, yeah, I don’t know, besties. I see it being his idea and him being all confident talking about it, but once he walks in and sees the vast options, the mannequins, the more revealing ones, etc. he’s having a severe nose bleed and has probably passed out by now. I guess that means no shopping if he isn’t awake to look at them, right?

• Iketani: Kinda the same as Itsuki, but he at least holds it together better, and lets you do the shopping. He feels that it should be you getting what you like best and what makes you feel confident and good looking, over what he wants. If you ask his opinions on some though, he’ll give you honest answers, most of them being positive and even saying he likes some of the ones you’ve picked out, where as his honesty for less positive comments would be more on the colours just not resonating with him, and maybe the patterns. Otherwise, he’s extremely supportive and just happy to be there and see you try stuff on!

• Kenji: Also, a nose bleed, but he stays awake. Like Iketani I see him being happy with whatever you want to get for yourself, just counting himself lucky to also see you in sexy outfits and getting to help you look around and find something you’d like. He was ecstatic when you loved the white one that he picked out, lowkey wanting to see you match his 180.

• Kenta: “Orange.” It was the first thing he told you when you both walked past the entrance to the shop. You looked at him with a confused “Huh?” and he repeated himself. “Orange. You’d look hot as hell in orange. And of course, whatever other colour you wanna get, y’know?” he’d scratch his cheek sheepishly, stuttering a bit. With a small eyeroll and smile you told him he could go look for some orange sets and pieces, to which he happily set off on his quest. He’d be pretty much happy with anything you got, not being able to wait to see how hot you’d look posing on his car.

• Kyoichi: Black for sure. Like every other guy in this list and the last few below him, his first choice is always the colour of his Evo. He’d also like a deep ruby red, and like Ryosuke, would try to help you find something with a regal, almost prestigious shape, pattern, and appearance. Something worthy of an Empress.

• Rin: I see Rin liking black, along with some purples, whether it’s completely purple or its an accent colour, or purple with black accents, he’s pretty satisfied. He’d also like to see you get what you feel great in, not being a picky guy so much with patterns and the shape of the pieces. If you manage to find a black one with little skull or chain patterns to match his belt chain, or darker Shinigami personality, he’d revel in the sight.

• Go: This man wants to see as much boob as he can, along with you being covered in red. In my other headcanon of the guys’ favourite body parts, I saw Go as a tits man and it still stands. The nice soft curve of the cleavage and top of your boobs all circular and smooth has this man praying on his knees, for real. If you were also specifically wanting a red set or pieces, he’d make it a mission to find the perfect ones and try to weasel himself into trying to help you put the pieces on in the dressing room, which wouldn’t work, of course.

• Wataru: I see him being a little shy about it, but inevitably liking the white and black piece mix match like Takumi, but would also try to find you maybe more earthy colours, like greens or blues? I feel he would have a thing for purples, like a violet or deep and vibrant shade of purple. The styles and colours he’d help pick out would be a refreshing variety, something to see what colour resonates with you best once you actually get to try them all on and see his reactions. He’d stand just across your changing room, hands on his hips casually or arms crossed only to drop them along with his jaw when you present yourself.

• Nobuhiko: This smart guy would pick up on how the few pieces you’ve gathered are the same colour as his glasses. You might even try to find some shades of silver close to his Altezza. Nobu, being a very respectful man, he’d lean more towards the sets and pieces that cover more, but have small gaps to show skin within the patterns so they can be seen more clear against your skintone.

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tsukikitsune-exe · 2 years

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Initial D

One Shots:

Ryosuke x Pregnant Reader (you're his wife)

? words/short, Ryosuke x f!reader, fluff, pregnancy, pregnant reader

Ryosuke takes care of a very pregnant Y/N.

Running Around - Keisuke x Pregnant!Reader

? words/short, Keisuke x gn!reader, pregnant reader, pregnancy, fluff, worried Keisuke, Keisuke is super sweet

Keisuke is excited to find out he will be a father, but he can't help but worry about Y/N.

Keisuke Takahashi - Right Now

1.8k words, Keisuke x f!reader, n/sfw, suggestive/smut, teasing, lowkey sub/dom, dominate reader, subby Keisuke, exhibition

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.

Orange Peel (Out)

? words/short, Takahashi Keisuke, Nakamura Kenta, sfw

Ever wonder how Keisuke met Kenta?

#initial d x reader #initial d fic #fanfics #initial d #takahashi keisuke #takahashi ryosuke

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sleepy-exe · 2 years

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Remember [Initial D]

Takahashi Ryosuke x f!reader

Summary: Ryosuke recalls the night you two met

Word Count: 500+

Warnings/Genre: sfw, fluff, established relationship

a/n: there's not enough Ryosuke fics out there so here's my contribution

Remember

"Remember how we met?" The hand around yours squeezes ever so slightly. The way Ryosuke looks at you still catches you off guard from time to time.

Though the heads of some of the now disbanded RedSuns turning your way doesn't help the heat rising in your chest, something soft and warm morphing into some form of embarrassment.

"No, no," you wine, ducking your head and covering your eyes with your free hand.

A light chuckle warms your ears, "What?"

Heat still radiates from the front of his RX-7 after a night with his old teammates, warming your legs as you sit on the hood. Ryosuke is done hitting the RedSuns' home course, and though you love watching him zoom through Mt Akagi, you love having him by your side even more. "I thought you were this helpless little lady stuck in a grocery store parking lot. I really thought I was going to rescue you- No, not really, but I did feel obligated to help. It was dark out, you were all alone. It didn't seem right to drive on by without stopping to check on you."

"And I thought you were going to be annoying and assume I couldn't help myself," you give him a pointed look.

He stiffens, but quickly relaxes again once he notices the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "I did not expect to walk around your car to see you pulling a radiator out of the engine bay though. That had me lost for words."

You shrug nonchalantly. No doubt it was a strange sight. Ryosuke wasn’t even the first to stumble across you that night. However, he was the only one you didn't manage to chase off. In fact, after your initial snarl he proved to be both genuine and helpful, which was a first.

"I was refusing to have the thing towed." You giggle quietly to yourself. "Not like I had a garage waiting on me anywhere at the time anyway. What difference did it make - fixing my car in a store's parking lot or the one at my apartment?"

He nods in agreement. "Still though."

Bumping his shoulder against your own, he brushes his nose against your temple. "I remember almost kicking over that plastic tub that looked a lot like it belonged in a kitchen, and much less like it should be full of coolant."

You huff with a soft smile, "I was at a grocery store, remember?"

He yelps when you jab a finger into his ribs. Eyes shoot to Keisuke when they let a laugh escape at his expense.

"Yes, of course," he answers, rubbing the afflicted area to soothe the irritation.

Who would have thought. You're old shitbox blowing a radiator in a grocery parking lot all those nights ago would have led to a very handsome man and his white FC stopping to help you. That said man would have helped you get your car fixed before 2am but the two of you wouldn't leave the lot until almost 4am.

"What a way for this to have started," you murmur to yourself at the thought.

There's a glimmer in Ryosuke's eyes as he looks down at you, lips curled softly into the sweetest smile.

Who would have thought you would have gone from crying in aggravation over your car breaking down on a late night grocery trip to being oh so glad it did.

Masterlist

#takahashi ryosuke #initial d drabble #initial d fic #initial d #ryosuke fic #ryosuke drabble #ryosuke x reader #takahashi ryosuke x reader #fluff #post redsuns

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mctakahashi · 3 years

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Ryosuke x Pregnant reader (your his wife)

You pull the covers up closer to your face. The fan in the room making noise and pushing air to your body. You hear the cicadas outside because the window is open letting in the night air.

Your door opens and a tall man walks through. You look up and see Ryosuke holding a glass of water.

“Has the nausea gotten any worse?” He asks and moves over to you setting a hand on your belly gingerly. Your heart flutters and your breath becomes softer.

“No. It’s been ok. If anything. I wish being pregnant was way more fun then being nauseous…” You comment and then you feel Ryosuke sit on the bed with you. His hand touching and gently rubbing circles onto your stomach.

“I know sweetheart.” You hear him say as he gently kisses your head.

The beginning of this night seemed to be long and achy for you. With your tossing and turning and even Ryosuke is up hearing you move. He even asks you if you are ok, or if you want to shower or try laying on the couch with him. You decline to all because the last thing you want is to leave the room. Mostly cause Keisuke still lived in the house Ryosuke had inherited from his parents. So you were hella nervous to sit on the couch or be anywhere other then yours and Ryosukes privet room. Which was funny cause if anything… Keisuke was the guest in the house.

•

“Honey.” You hear Ryosukes voice on edge and definitely tired. As he woke up a bit after getting you water.

“Yes?” You respond turning to him slightly sitting up.

“Maybe you should get up and walk around. Let’s go lay on the couch together.”

“You already asked me. I said no. The couch is far to uncomfortable for my back. It’s just. It’s just hot in here.” You lie as you lay back down. The temperature not bothering you one bit.

You feel the bed shift and see Ryosuke leaving the room. You assume to readjust the temp. You hear talking outside of the door and realize “now you’ve done it”. Ryosuke is talking to his brother and soon the door opens. You think it’s Ryosuke so your face lights up but it’s not. It’s Keisuke.

“The baby really giving you that much trouble?” Keisuke asks walking in. His sweat pants far to large for his waist, slowly falling down so you see the brand of his blue boxers.

You slowly nod to the question that was asked. “Yeah it’s just super weird. I feel so gross and ugh. Icky.” You say trying to make conversation knowing you were the problem. But it’s not like it was all YOUR fault. Ryosuke was the one who got you pregnant in the first place.

“Maybe go for a drive and depending on how you feel you should come back and shower or bathe. Just get refreshed.” Keisuke comments.

In your head that seemed like a good idea. Especially driving around at night with Ryosuke. You nod, sitting up but then freeze. “Yeah Nope. Wayyy to nauseous.”

The second you say that Keisuke grabs a trash can and lends it over to you. You think it must be some kind of joke but when you see his concerned face you look away. “I’m fine Keisuke.” You say laying back down.

Ryosuke soon comes back and leans close to you and looks at Keisuke. “You can go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you.” Ryosuke says taking the blame. You feel bad but you care way to much plus the baby with in you is making life difficult.

“I-I wanna cry..” you say and lean your head on Ryosukes lap. His hands gently running through your hair trying to calm your body down.

“You’ll be ok. I promise. If this is comfy. Just close your eyes and relax.” He says calmly and pulls the blanket half way up your body.

Your eyes shut and your hand rests on your belly as you try to get some sleep, luckily it seems to work cause your really relaxed and chilled now. Maybe you were just super hot.

•

The night went slow cause when you woke up for the final time that night, you see the bed is now empty and Ryosuke isnt there. You sit up and your first thought is he went out to a street race. Or he was gone to work. You got up to see if it’s true. You walk out of the room looking around slowly. The house seems very quiet. You walk down the stairs then pause. You see Keisuke on his phone typing.

“Uh… Keisuke. Have you seen your brother?” You ask finding it weird that Ryosuke would leave his pregnant wife alone in the house with the brother.

“Oh. Um. Yeah. He’s out. Not really sure where.” He says setting his phone down then turning to look at you. You get nervous so you look away.

“Um. Keisuke can I sit with you on the couch?” You ask because you felt very alone.

Keisuke only nods. “Yeah of course!” He says and gets up grabbing you a blanket. “The baby just not letting you sleep or something?” He asks as you sit down and take the blanket from him cuddling up in it.

Your hand runs down your belly while you smile. “No not this time. I woke up with a sense that I was alone so when I saw it was true I got scared… I know he works on Project D and stuff. But my fear is he will get into a car accident.”

Keisuke sits down with you and nods. “My brother is very smart. I’m sorry your so nervous.” He says calmly.

You smile shaking your head dropping the conversation. You see him lean back and play on his phone. You then lean back and start to get back into sleep. You felt relaxed and finally you got sleep.

•

In the morning you wake up and see Keisuke and Ryosuke in the kitchen. Ryosuke making coffee and Keisuke whispering, or at least trying to keep his voice down low so he wouldn’t wake you.

“H-honey?” You call out from the couch sitting up.

Ryosuke hear this and instantly sets his coffee down, taking long strides over to you. “Yes my love?”

“Where were you?” You ask him nervously.

“Takumi texted me saying something was off about his car. He wanted you to look at it.” You nod knowing you were part of the mechanics when you first met Ryosuke a few years ago. You still work for project D, Sort of. It’s kind of hard now that your on maternity leave. But… you left not telling anyone why. The only people who knew were Keisuke and Ryosuke of course.

“What did you tell him?” You ask knowing Takumi doesn’t know about the baby.

“I told him that with your pregnancy as well as the complications pregnancy brings, that it would be hard for you to get under the car to see what’s up with it.” He explains to you.

You think that was a good answer and you nod. “Good good. Yeah. Keisuke and I chilled on the couch.” You say. “I’m hungry!” You huff with red cheeks and see Ryosuke’s smile turn to a chuckle.

“Of course. Your normal?” He asks getting up.

You nod blushing and watch him walk off to make your favorite breakfast. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You hear him say as he smiles at you.

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daddyryosuke · 5 years

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Running Around - Keisuke x Pregnant!Reader

Calm was definitely not Keisuke’s middle name. The man had anger issues, was quick to react in an emotional manner, and overall his nature wasn’t calm and cool like his older brother. So when he found out [Y/N] became pregnant with his child, he nearly freaked out. This near freakout experience, one could say, was based on not only being worried about how he would be as a father but from excitement as well. He was rather overprotective of [Y/N] in general, especially more so when they were in vulnerable positions, such as being pregnant.

Keisuke would try to go to his brother for help, seeing that he’s done his own research on the matter due to having his own child not too long ago, panicking over the smallest of things. “You need to relax,” Ryosuke would tell him. Relax also was not Keisuke’s middle name, not in times like these.

So he tried whatever he could to bring a smile to their face, running around to satisfy [Y/N]’s strange cravings and eventually grew rather impatient due to [Y/N]’s moodiness. He could absolutely take on gang-related activities, racing against a tough opponent, and possibly a child. But with how whiny [Y/N] has gotten over the months due to their pregnancy, Keisuke wasn’t sure how he was going to overcome this obstacle.

“Keisukeee,” His lover pouted, wrapping their arms around his waist and leaned against his back.

“Eh- yea?” Keisuke turned his head to the side, moving his arm behind him to set on them. [Y/N] eventually gave him the opportunity to turn around, squeezing their cheeks with a smirk. “What is it?”

“Cuddles.” [Y/N] furrowed their eyebrows, trying to get out of Keisuke’s squish-hold. “Keisuke!” They squealed as Keisuke lifted them bride-style, wrapping an arm around his neck quickly. “What are you doing, blondie?”

“Giving you the best damn cuddle of your life, what else?” Keisuke kissed their forehead, carrying them to the bed the two of them shared and pressed his head against [Y/N]’s stomach. [Y/N] ran their fingers through Keisuke’s soft hair and smiled as he closed his eyes, feeling the baby kick. He nuzzled against their stomach and lifted their shirt to press kisses along it. He sniffled, feeling his eyes well up with tears.

“Keisuke?” [Y/N] noticed the change in Keisuke’s face, “You doing okay?”

“Yea, I just-” Keisuke sat up, wiping at his eyes. “I can’t believe it’s all real, ya know? Not just nice… fuckin best goddamn dream I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, Keisuke...” [Y/N] smiled, sitting up and pulled Keisuke down to kiss him. “I have to admit, I thought the same thing when you proposed to me. I’ve always felt so lucky to have you in my life, as my freaking husband of all things.”

Keisuke tsks, laying them back down before peppering their face with soft kisses. “I love you.” He grumbled, sliding his arms underneath [Y/N] so he could press the two of them together furthermore. “And I love this damn baby that’s been a shit to you all these months.”

[Y/N] snickered, intertwining their fingers together as the two of them began snuggling.

The next morning, [Y/N] gasped. They shook Keisuke awake, announcing that their water broke before Keisuke lifted them and ran out to his car. Once they arrived, it took a few hours before Keisuke dressed in scrubs, letting his spouse squeeze the ever-living life out his hand as they give birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Keisuke wrapped his arms around his crying baby, holding her ever so closely. “Hi there..” He whispered to the baby, beginning to bawl harder than he’s ever cried in his life-- the tears being ones of happiness, of course.

#keisuke takahashi #keisuke x reader #takahashi keisuke #initial d

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problebizarro · 5 years

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Initial D wips, ideas, and so much more

Since I'm currently working on a few Initial D fics which will probably remain in the Works for about 5393455 years, I may as well share the gist of my WIPS, as well as my ideas. And... maybe some dreams I've had about Initial D.

My WIPS as of this moment:

• Stripper au. The main cast of this au is Ryosuke, Kaori, and Rin. In this au, Kaori is a stripper who takes an interest in Ryosuke and slowly but surely she grabs the interest of Ryosuke as well. Rin Hojo is a regular customer at the bar she works at because he's absolutely obsessed with her. Can't spoil the ending, but it's not really a happy one.

• Mafia au. The story I'm working on for this au is actually sort of a vent fanfic because I've come across a hateful aphobe recently. The main cast of this is Ryosuke, Keisuke, and Takumi. In this au, there will be torture, death, and I will probably add in some gory details that may make some people cringe. Ryosuke will be aroace, Keisuke and Takumi are questioning. I don't know about the ending it, I'm just writing it out haha.

• Ryosuke x male reader. I'm going to be working on these kinds of stories with the Takahashi brothers due to the fact that there's no really any stories like this. I will make stories for different types of audiences. And since I do write these sorts of stories, I will gladly take requests of any Initial d x reader fic.

•War prize au. Aha… aha… I'm not going into detail for this one.

Possible future works/ideas

• Kyoko/Kaori bc why the hell not. In this au, Kyoko is a journalist/reporter who interviews Rin and takes interest in this quiet, lonesome woman who sits in the back corner of the room. She's revealed as Rin's lover, and she doesn't seem too happy with her life. Kyoko and Kaori have secret meetups. I'm sorry if this sounds weird, I just want happy girl love,,,,

• Some sort of cute au for Keisuke/Takumi

• Idk what kind of au yet but Ryosuke/Takumi

• Ryosuke/female/non-binary/trans/pregnant readers. Yes, these will be separate one-shorts. And the last one is so I can imagine Ryo as a dad.

• Keisuke/male/female/non-binary/trans/pregnant readers.

• depression au with Keisuke

• Yandere Keisuke au.

I'll share my Initial D dreams in a separate post.

#initial d #ryosuke takahashi #keisuke takahashi #takumi fujiwara #kyoko iwase #im sorry this is lonf #im a writer i cant help it

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scarletnakazato · 1 month

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Masterlist: Initial D Headcanons

Links to all Headcanons for Initial D characters.

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Favourite Body Part

First Date

Hogwarts House Edition

Lingerie Shopping

#anime #initiald #initial d #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #keisuke takahashi #takeshi nakazato #ryosuke takahashi #shingo shoji #headcanons #headcannons #anime headcanons #anime fanfiction #initial d headcanon

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scarletnakazato · 1 month

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Which of these categories do you think the boys would be in:

1. fan of car sex

2. is fine with it if it’s not his own car

3. will not do it in a car

This is a good one, heheh.

1. Fans of car sex, both in it and on it:

Takeshi, Shingo, Keisuke, Kyoichi.

Takumi, Ryosuke, and the SpeedStars gang would have to be convinced before they do it. I feel like Ryosuke would come around to the idea faster than the others, though for modesty, he'd stick to keeping it more insidw the car.

I feel like the SpeedStars, mainly Iketani and Kenji would try it once to see what's like, but would probiprefwr elsewhere, though I do see Kenji becoming an enjoyer of it, just not all the time.

2. Fine with it if it's not their car:

I had to read this a couple times, but I'm going to assume it's them being cool with car sex specifically if it's not in their car.

Either way, I feel like they'd all prefer to have intimacy in familiar settings and areas that make them and you comfy, so if your man and you had to get a rental or something, or borrow a friend's car, I doubt any of the guys would want to "disrespect" the use of it like that.

Though, I do feel like Shingo wouldn't care as much since the man's always fuckin horny, but he'd definitely prefer the EG.

3. Will not do it in a car:

I see more of the SpeedStars and Takumi preferring to do it at home over a car since that means being more "in public" instead of the privacy of your bedroom and house. Same with Ryosuke, I feel like he and Takumi specifically have more of that traditional romance aspect where they wanna do it right and prefer keeping it that way, but like I said, they could be convinced to fuck in the car but it'll be rare occurrences, most likely if they're pent up with adrenaline from or before a race or during practice runs when they get worked up.

#anime #initial d #initiald #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #keisuke takahashi #takeshi nakazato #ryosuke takahashi #shingo shoji #headcanons #headcannons #initial d headcanon

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scarletnakazato · 1 month

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Shingo Shoji - Saturday Night Fever

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 10,638. • Synopsis: A girls night out leads to flashbacks of a very interesting race, then to present day "wholesome" bonding time with the NightKids' Downhill Specialist. • Notes: Another big thank you to @shingogf, my Initial D writing bestie for another influx of god forsaken ideas for the ratman we all love and hate. She do be having some amazing fics on her AO3 (DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity) please give her major kudos on all that artwork!

Sitting in a highchair at the pub with a few of her closest friends, (Y/N) and the girls sipped their drinks, gossiping about the latest drama and interjecting with comments about what they would’ve done or things that should’ve been said during the situation causing more hums in agreement and drink sipping to ensue. Typical bar music played in the background, setting the mood for a fun Saturday night, with a few people swaying around to the tune as they talked with friends and their dates.

The girls’ conversations eventually turned to their boyfriends and all the cutesy things they’ve done for their girls. The way they drawled on about how “he treats me like a delicate princess” and “I love that he’s so sweet and considerate when he makes love to me” bored the living hell out of (Y/N). She sat there, sipping her drink as her girlfriends went on about how their men were sickly sweet, and overly considerate and gentle in their ‘too sweet of love making,’ according to her.

She barely listened, soon turning to zoning out. The memories of her and Shingo’s most recent escapade on a lone, empty corner resting on Myogi Pass flashed through her mind. The memory so vivid in fact, she could almost feel it. She’d lost a bet, becoming one of the many people to underestimate the 8-6 of Akina. The couple went to the race between Takeshi and Keisuke, rooting for the NightKids leader, only for the poor man to lose by an inch. After the crowd died down about Keisuke Takahashi’s win, his newest trainee, Kenta officially challenged Takumi to a downhill battle in the rain.

With the crowd cheering in agreement at the S14 driver’s challenge, Fujiwara had little choice but to race. A flash of an idea in Shingo’s mind brought him to lean into his girlfriend’s ear, whispering about heading up to a specific corner to watch the race. “A good turning point to see who’d finish the race first,” he’d said. His smile only grew, both in appeasement and mischievousness when she agreed. Shingo announced their departure to Takeshi with a “Oi, we’re heading to a corner further down to see some better action. Give us three minutes, ‘ight?” Without waiting for a response from his leader, they took off in the Civic, the loud, echoing noises of his B16A bouncing off Myogi’s cliffs. To Shingo’s fortune, the corner he chose was empty. He pulled onto the shoulder of the corner, parking with his car’s hood facing the guardrail. “Are you gonna back in?” (Y/N) asked, noting how he almost never parks hood forward.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he drawled out, “Besides… I feel like I want the hood a little more… protected. Y’know?” He gave her a half-assed smirk, not being surprised when she admitted her confusion to whatever he meant. They leaned back against the hatch, waiting for the race to start. The small sounds of rustling leaves, swaying branches and the distant talk of the other spectators further up and down the pass could be heard. They stood in comfortable silence as Shingo lit a cigarette. The familiar sound of the lighter clicking and him puffing out his breath with a light trail of smoke following brought an unconscious sense of comfort. The rain that had been going on since the race with Takeshi and Keisuke simmered down into more of a drizzle, the pattering of raindrops hitting the metal of the EG6 could be continuously heard, creating a calming background noise. The couple’s clothes only got damper and their hair gently clung to the side of their faces, until it was brushed away to prevent further discomfort and tickling sensations.

They could faintly hear people chattering that the race was about to start, perking them up more. A small group of people made their way to the corner Shingo and (Y/N) stood at. He growled in annoyance, no longer having the semi-seclusion he was hoping for.

“Say…” Shingo started, puffing out another drag of his cigarette. “Wanna make a bet?” She looked over at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, seeing him leaning towards her sideways. “Depends. On what, exactly?” she questioned, feeling her shoulder lower slightly when he dropped his head on it. The sensation of his breath and hair tickling her neck made her bend it the other way, as if cracking it. Shingo snuck in a quick kiss and nipped the crook of her neck making her side eye him.

“What if,” he wrapped an arm around her stomach, while the other holding the cigarette crawls up her shoulder, to the nape of her neck, and curls around for his hand to splay out and cup her jaw, oh so gently, while his two fingers holding the dangling cigarette press against her soft lips, encouraging her to take a drag of it, “we choose a racer who we think is gonna win. And if they lose, the winner of the bet gets to fuck the loser on the hood of my car.”

“What if we choose the same person and they win or lose? Then what?” she blew the smoke in the direction of his face, almost challenging him. “We can’t pick the same person. Takes the fun away from it. Pick one, give a reason why, and we’ll see what happens. If you think about it babe, it’s a win-win situation. One of us is gonna get fucked on the hood either way. Sounds like a good deal, eh?” he drawls out the last word, knowing how much it fucks with her. The sheer tone of his voice mixed with his cocky attitude makes her both want to ruin him and get dominated by him.

He moves himself behind her, leaning against the hatch of his Civic and pulling her to lean on him by slipping his hands under her skirt, and grabbing the hem of her panties. The dampness of their clothes sticks to their skin as the pressure of their contact only gets firmer with Shingo’s handsy-ness. The back of his maroon hoodie only getting wetter from the water pooling on the Civic’s paint from the drizzle still going on.

“Heh, although... I’d always prefer it’s you who gets ruined on it.” A shit-eating smirk graces his face, his eyes glinting with everlasting devilry. “The way you arch that pretty little back for me just so I can fuck you deeper.” His hands and fingers slide to the small of her back with his thumbs squeezing into her sides damn near possessively. “How your cheeks get as red as my paint with that fucked out expression as your face is pressed so cutely on the hood. Fuck, it makes me wanna take you right now if these jackasses weren’t here.” He growls out lowly as his voice gets deeper, still mindful about the group of people taking up both sides of the corner, leaving them more in the back middle.

She sighed, knowing nothing was going to calm him down enough. Letting him have his way like the spoiled, horny brat he was, she silently reached behind her, her movements small and subtle as she simply unzipped the fly of his pants. A quiet encouragement for him to release his cock just enough to slip it between her soft thighs. Flipping the zipper of his pants inward as best he can to reduce the rough scratchiness and lowering his baggy boxers some to pop his boner over the elastic, he takes a light hold of her panties once more, pulling her closer to his pelvis like it’s a handle, seeing a flash of white from where his fingers are hooked around the hem, he bit his lip.

Resting his head back on her shoulder, he whispers in her ear, “Changing it up tonight I see, hmm?” he gives a light tug on her panties as reference to his words, “Do you realize how stupidly easy it would be for me to fuck you in these? How much easier it would be to cum in you or right on the outside of this pretty pussy and hide the mess?” he gives her pussy a couple casual pats. Gentle, but still with enough pressure to feel her tense up as she bites her lip and clenches around nothing. He chuckles lightly, though it feels louder with him right next to her ear. She barely notices that one of his hands detached from its place on her hips and used it to help weasel his cock through his fly and slip it into her panties, sandwiching it so the bottom of his cock is covered by the soft cotton while the top and tip rest against her quickly soaking folds.

She could feel his heavy tip press against her clit, it felt close enough to be able to slip into her if she’d press her ass just a bit further back into Shingo’s pelvis. “Ah ah, pretty girl, no dick for you just yet. You gotta lose that little bet of ours if you want my cock pumpin’ in and outta’ you.” He stopped her from moving back into him, one of his hands slipping under her skirt and into her panties once more to lightly pinch at her lower lips and somewhat wrap it around the sides of his cock as he grinds against her clit, slowly, and far too gentle for her tastes, though they still have to hide their actions from the groups around them.

His hand pulls away from her clit to feel up the soft plush of her ass under her panties, squeezing occasionally. Shingo could see his hand outline definitively through her tight red skirt before pulling away and pulling her skirt back down enough to hide the view from others if the bastards decided they were nosy enough to look over. So far, they’ve done quite well at hiding their actions from the small crowd, both managing to keep their breaths quiet. As Shingo continued to slowly thrust his cock between his girl’s-soaked folds and panties, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, chin still resting on her shoulder. To anyone else, the position looked innocent. Everyone knew Shingo was clingy around his girl, especially in public so they’d brush it off as another display of his physical affection and possessiveness.

His sighs were low, his long, quiet exhales sounding out in her ear with each small thrust forward. His eyes kept closing, only to open again more lidded than before, the whites of his eyes showing more and more each time as they rolled back. When the hem of her panties began to feel too rough for the base of his cock to handle, he slipped out from the warm place he was sandwiched between, his hand coming back around to her rear to pull at the plush of her thighs enough to slip his cock between them. He could hear her whine his name quietly at the loss of friction on her clit then cut off a quick, sharp inhale when she felt his cock, wet and most likely glistening with a light sheen from her wetness, slip between her upper thighs, his grinding thrusts starting up once more.

“Squeeze ‘em tighter, c’mon… more baby more, put those fucking thighs around it…” he whimpered desperately, that turned into a borderline quiet hissing. She thought for a moment, giving him one of her monotonous hum, making him believe for a moment she wasn’t going to. Only seconds later does she give into his desperation, she crossed her ankle over the other, squeezing his hard, aching cock deliciously, immediately earning a strained, muffled moan as he exhaled into the crook of her neck to keep it down, hugging her midsection tighter. To make matters worse, she starts to move her hips slowly back and forth, as if casually rocking herself out of boredom. Their movements are opposite, making Shingo lose himself even quicker when he thrusts forward, she moves back into him, just for him to pull away as she rocks forward.

His voice cracks out a sigh as his breath hitches repeatedly. “You gonna cum, Shin?” she turned her head towards his, whispering it teasingly in his ear. All he could do was say, “Mhmm… mhmm please baby stay there, please… please let me just… haah, just need ta’… cum on your pretty, pretty thighs, please baby…” Bringing a hand to tangle in his hair, she uncrossed her ankles to lighten the pressure around his cock, she subtly slipped her other hand under her skirt to pull her panties down enough to cover the tip of his cock as he came, helping to lessen the mess, though not by much as he always cums in large amounts.

Leaning his bottom half against the car and his upper half against her for stability, his legs felt weak, and his breathing came out as shaky pants as he had to force himself to stay quiet around the masses. He worked poorly in the first half of getting his dick back in his pants but eventually did so, and (Y/N) tried her best to make her adjusting look normal as she tried to wipe her thighs clean of her man’s cum with her panties, as if they weren’t already soaked.

“Now, baby if you don’t mind, how about you tone down the horniness for five minutes and watch the race so we can see who wins, hmmm?” she blows the cigarette’s last bit of smoke out before stomping out the chewed stick she gnawed on during her lip biting not even two minutes ago. Pushing herself off the EG driver once he was decent once more, she moved to lean on the car’s hatch on his side to get a good view of the pass before them without having more of her boyfriend’s uncontrollable touching.

“Anyway, before we truly got to finish this conversation since someone couldn’t hold it in, I think that Kenta guy is gonna win since all the 8-6 kid knows is Akina. The RedSuns make it a point to learn other passes so I’m going to assume Takahashi’s protégé has done so with Myogi. All Fujiwara has done is drive up the pass some to see the race, so he has a most basic of layouts for the road compared to seriously driving on it. That’s my reason. And you, Shingo?” she asks, accentuating his name in a mock loving voice with a teasing tone behind it.

“Hmph…” he inhaled deeply, still trying to catch the last few breaths he needed before replying, his signature, annoying, snarky tone making an appearance as if he wasn’t a panting, begging mess mere moments ago. “Ain’t gonna cut it, sweetheart,” he rebuttals. “Underestimating Akina’s 8-6 was the worst mistake I made, and I lost to him cause of that. You’re just gonna end up like the rest of these idiots out here who think some rain and a different pass is gonna be the end of Fujiwara.” He took a drag of his newly lit cigarette to help calm his nerves further, his eyes also focused on the road in front of them.

“No, the worst mistake you made was ramming yourself into a fucking guardrail and obliterating your car, you dipshit. What did you think was gonna happen when there’s a right turn and you go left instead? Did the guardrail flash you like it was my ass or something?” She asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow and unimpressed expression, motioning to her ass. Shingo nearly chokes on his cigarette and snaps his head in her direction like she was insane. The speed at which he turned was close to giving him whiplash.

“The fuck?!” he said incredulously, looking at her with a deadpanned expression. “I could have passed him anytime I wanted, and I wanted him to sweat with the pressure. Once I knew I wasn’t beatin’ that guy, I was gonna send both of us into the damn guardrail. I figured I had a crap ton more distance to pull it off, ‘ight? Lay off my ass.” He exclaimed quickly and huffed like a child who knew he was in trouble yet tried to play it off. “And if you think a guardrail looks like your ass, maybe I should bend you over one sometime so we can compare, huh?” his tone turned breathy, laced with that familiar growliness he gets when angry or horny. It only grows more evident when he’s both… which is almost always.

(Y/N) merely shrugged with a cocky smirk that mirrors Shingo’s iconic one. Rolling his eyes in annoyance he averted them back to the road, hearing squealing tires getting closer. Only two minutes later did the Panda Trueno and orange S14 speed around the corner, the S14 taking an outside line to block the Trueno as it comes out of a drift, only to cut into the inside, the front left tire bumping up onto the curb of the sidewalk like an inverted gutter run and slide back into a short drift, passing the S14 and vanishing behind the next corner.

“Well, fuck…” she said, now knowing she lost, with the pass only having a couple of corners left, none of which would give the S14 an advantage at passing.

“Fuck is right; time to pay up, hot stuff.” Shingo chuckled, stamping out his cigarette with a shit-eating smirk. Huffing in annoyance, she stayed in her place at the back of the Civic. Sure, he won, but she wasn’t going to let him have her so easily again. Noting her lack of enthusiasm, Shingo strutted his way to stand in front of her. Hovering over her smaller form for a moment before bending down for his lips to meet her ear and his hand to gently grasp the back of her jaw, slightly turning her head in the opposite direction. Turning his head to the side, Shingo’s warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and spread out on my hood or am I gonna have to do it for ‘ya?” He left a ghost of a kiss on the shell of her ear, with a low, teasing hum that reverberated in her eardrums.

“You know damn well I’m making you work for it. You had it easy not even five minutes ago, the least I can do is deny you some of the satisfaction of an easy win, love.” She challenged, turning to meet his eyes before leaning in and biting at his lower lip. He growled in annoyance. Not being able to display the dominance he desperately wanted to right now, due to the people who were still around, though slowly beginning to disperse, preventing her from doing anything and she knew it with that smirk on her face.

He was not a patient man and having to wait nearly ten minutes for the last of the group around them to leave by car felt like an hour. Once they turned the corner and no one around was in view, Shingo, without the slightest hint of hesitation, grabbed the bottom of her thighs, lifting her up, as her legs instinctively wrapping around his skinny waist. He carried her to the front of his car, lying her back on the hood, her legs pulling him in closer until his pelvis brushed against hers.

Yanking him down by the hair, their lips smash together in a rough kiss of teeth and tongue. The occasional growls escaping Shingo’s throat only has her tugging on his black strands further and clawing her nails against his bicep. The faint taste of cigarette smoke was laced in their tongues and Shingo’s hand worked quickly at pushing up her red skirt that blended in with the Civic’s paint, and lifting her hips to slip her panties that were damp in most spots mostly from his cum she tried to clean. The coldness of the car’s hood mixed with rain on her bare skin had her shivering as goosebumps raised on her arms and legs. She unconsciously pulled Shingo closer to her, seeking the warmth that radiated off him.

His hands were hot on her skin as they snaked their way up to the hem of her shirt, pushing it upwards as her arms unraveled from his body to allow him to pull the clothing off her. His lips kissed down her jaw to the side of her neck, nipping and licking at the soft, sensitive skin as he kneaded and groped her through her bra.

Not even bothering to undo her bra, he yanked the back straps, the small hooks popping out and bending at the force, sliding it off her shoulders easily. She made a surprised noise at the sudden aggressiveness, though not complaining. It only invigorated her, letting her lithe fingers sneak to the hem of his pants to undo his belt, letting the waistband slide down to his thighs as she teasingly rubbed the back of her hand over his once again painfully hard cock for a second time within the hour. Before he could do anything else, she slid off the hood, kneeling in front of him and hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down with the same aggressiveness he gave with her bra, emitting a strangled whiney moan from the man above her as his cock is freed from its confinements, looking almost as red as his Civic.

Taking him delicately in her hand she gave him several strokes, too light and too teasing for his liking, making him groan in frustration. “Problem, baby?” She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she gave his tip a kitten lick. His jaw tensed and a hand instinctively tangled in her hair. “C’mon babe… You can do better than tha- haah!” he moaned, voice high and so, so pretty. It was music to her ears as she took him in fully, tongue wrapping skillfully around his length as she bobbed her head steadily. His head fell back as he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head, his fingers loosening their grip in her hair as she continued.

The mix of her warm mouth, tongue and hand working in unison around his twitching cock told her she had at most another minute or two before he’d cum. Deciding to put her all into it, she hollowed out her cheeks, and squeezed him just a bit more earning deep sighs and groans from him. It felt as if her tongue could almost wrap around his length when pulled away to leave kisses and suck lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue jutting out to lick the bottom of his cock.

“B-babe…” he panted before whining out a shameful “Baby, pleaseee-” his grip in her tightened once more, tugging on it. The breaking point was her vibrating moan when she took him in once more, and him cumming with a loud groan, painting her mouth white with his surprisingly sweet cum; a stark contrast to his personality. Pulling away from him, she swallowed, her thumb wiping up any extra before seductively sucking on it to clean it off. Shingo swore he could cum again from the sight alone if he wasn’t so spent.

Standing back up, (Y/N) gently pulled him with her towards the hood, lying back down on it with him hovering over her, a hand the holding the nape of his neck as they initiated a hot and heavy kiss. He could taste bits of himself on her lips and tongue as they mixed. Her hand traveled along his front, slipping under his shirt and hoodie taking in the tense muscles along his abs while the other snaked down from his neck to his arm, squeezing and reveling in the way his bicep and forearms were tensed to hold himself up. Moaning into his mouth with pleasure, their kisses softened, her lips lowering to his neck to kiss, bite, lick and suck, leaving a trail of dark hickeys. Shingo did the same with her, leaving them to crane their necks to give each other room as they continued their ministrations in unison.

By the time they switched sides to do it all over again, she could feel him start to grind against her once more. She wondered how it was possible for him to get hard again only ten minutes later. ‘Is he always fuckin’ horny?’

He loved the way his dick slipped through her soaked folds so easily as he rutted against her, like she was made for him. Shingo released a raspy, strained breath, “Flip over. Now.” Not waiting for her to comply herself, he roughly took hold of her hips flipping her on her stomach, causing her to tense up and gasp from the cold metal and his dominating actions. Adjusting her legs to spread wider just a bit more, he slowly pushes himself into her. The way her soft walls clench around him in that delicious way almost had him cum on the spot. “Hah.. fuck, baby you take me so good… Too damn good.” Once bottomed out inside of her, Shingo snakes his hands to her hips, taking hold of them in a gentle, almost guiding way as he adjusts her body’s position. A stark contrast to his actions not even thirty seconds prior.

“Yeah, that’s it, just a little higher for me darlin’…” he drawls out “…good girl.” He purrs, his hands and long fingers helping to raise her hips just a bit more, and his thumbs press down on the small of her back, a silent gesture for her to arch it inwards until he squeezes her sides in full, her body contorted in the perfect of ways to thrust himself deeper. The string of moans pouring out of her mouth as his reward only boosts his ego and confidence. Shingo has her completely mind-fucked from the way he manages his thrusts. Even with the roughness and sometimes sloppiness of his ministrations, he somehow knows just how much to thrust into her tight, wet walls, how hard, and the right angle to use in order to pull the most enticing of moans from her languid, soft lips that were still glistening with saliva and the small bits of evidence of her being able to make her man cum with her mouth alone.

“Heh… Y’know babe,” he breathed out, “I can’t tell if that shine on my Honda badge is from the rain… or from how fucking wet you are for my cock.” He panted, a breathy chuckle passing through his lips. “Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Shingo!” she growled out, getting tired of his constant yapping. ‘He talks more than he fucks,’ she said to herself, annoyed.

Just as Shingo went quiet and she was mentally relieved he’d focus on more important things, several loud laughs and giggles pulled (Y/N) back to reality, seeing her girlfriends sitting around the large circle table, margaritas still in hand as they continued to yap about their boyfriends. Annoyed enough as is from being rudely interrupted and not getting to relive her memory in full, it got to the point where she stood up on the footrest of her chair, placing her drink down, and motioned to all of them with a finger saying, “Your boyfriends are all delicate little pansies. You don’t even know what it’s liked to get fucked with some real dick. All this “gentle thrust this” and “light, loving nips” that. My boyfriend doesn’t ‘make love’” she quoted with a drawled, mocking voice, “he fucks!” She paused for a moment, sitting back down, crossing a leg over her knee and sipping her drink prestigiously before one of the girls interjected, and the others were watching with wide eyes. “So does he know how to leave you being unable walk the next day, at least?” the girl said in an almost challenging tone.

(Y/N) rests an arm over the back of the chair, much like Shingo does, having adopted some of his mannerisms. “Oh please. He knows 102 ways to fuck up my thighs, leaving me to call work for a fucking “sick day” and still beg for more when he gets home.” Raising her glass in a toast expression, she sipped it, feeling as though she’d won the battle. The victorious smirk she wears also mimics that of Shingo’s when he gets cocky. The thoughts of the many ways Shingo has made her feel and see things during their sinful escapades glued themselves into her mind. Unconsciously, she rubbed her crossed thighs together, wondering (and hoping) if Shingo would be home by the time she left. The initial slow burn of minimal desire was starting to grow like a wildfire the more she thought about her man absolutely destroying her.

The outrageously out of pocket topic had become concluded rather quickly by the clinking of glasses, replacements being delivered quickly, and the seemingly never-ending stream of alcohol and fruity scents filled the table. The girls’ conversations once again flowed easily and the wide variety of topics that came about seemed to fly by. (Y/N) felt as though time went on faster than ever; so fast even, that she barely realized arriving her and Shingo’s shared apartment.

She wobbled slightly and stumbled out of her friend’s car, while another friend helped her out; wrapping an arm around her as she guided her up the stairs to the apartment door. She didn’t see Shingo’s Civic in his designated parking spot, and assumed he was still out doing street racing stuff with his team. Once the door was unlocked, after several failed attempts, (Y/N)’s friend waved goodbye once she had gotten through the door safely, telling her to lock it and get some rest.

She didn’t fully process her friend’s words, but still locked the door out of habit, letting out a sigh while she kept her balance with a hand on the wall, and holding her head with the other. She could almost feel the hangover starting. She could barely remember what the hell her and her girlfriends went out for but had enough thought process to recall it was one of their birthdays and they scarfed down drinks like wild dogs.

What she really needed was for the room to stop spinning and to not use any more of her tired and nearly numb muscles. Slipping off her heels and trying to adjust the tight red dress Shingo bought her for the outing, she stumbled over to the couch, dropping onto it tiredly. Reaching an arm above her head she yanked Shingo’s red hoodie from the arm of the couch and cuddled up to it. Holding the actual hood to her face, she wedges the larger part of it between her legs, hugging it like a body pillow.

At some point she fell asleep, for how long is unknown, however she was jolted awake by the raspy voice of her boyfriend and him shutting and locking the door. “Hey babes, I’m home- the fuck?” He stopped short, taking in her disheveled appearance, and noting she’s still wearing that deliciously tight dress. It had lifted to reveal the bottom half of her ass and the lacy black underwear she wore beneath it while she slept. She had just lifted herself up, sitting on her legs with the larger part of his hoodie underneath her. Shingo watched as the dress hiked itself up further from the movement, the tightness of the bottom pushed past the delicious curve of her ass making it jiggle slightly before scrunching up in a small heap around her waist that it still clung tightly to. His eyes followed it upward seeing that the top half of her dress was pulled downward, seeing as she still held his hoodie in her hands, the larger part still beneath her. He was nearly foaming at the mouth seeing that her tits were nearly spilt over the top more so than when he dropped her off at the bar.

She had a tired but excited smile as her eyes landed on her boyfriend. “Shinnnn! Heheh… missed you.” Her words slurred as her hips rocked back and forth gently on his hoodie, mimicking a grinding movement.

Despite finding her current appearance quite appetizing, the Civic driver was more concerned with his girlfriend’s wellbeing, seeing she’s much more out of it than she usually gets when drunk. He set his wallet and keys down on the coffee table as he approached her, kneeling in front of her and brushing her hair off her face. “What the hell did you get yourself into, huh?” his tone was softer, though still holding the usual raspiness in his throat. “Was a girl-friend’s birthday today and,” she hiccupped, “we had a lot of drinks there.” She giggled, no regrets in her voice as she looked at him with adoring eyes. She was oddly wholesome and warm when plastered.

“I know it was, I dropped you off there, but you went and got how fucked up?” he raised an eyebrow, with an unimpressed expression.

“Pretty fucked up…” she paused, “but you fuck me up better.” Her head tilts to the side, an innocent smile on her face while looking him in the eyes. Shingo’s taken aback by her statement, not expecting her to be so unhinged. He barked out a confident laugh while looking away as if it was common knowledge that he was capable of such a thing. “Alright, ya pain in the ass, sit back on the couch, I’ll get some water and snacks for you. Don’t need you throwing up on me in the middle of the night and have your dumbass not wake me up to tell me I’m rolling in that shit.” Shingo spoke, though his tone held a subtle humorousness to it.

She rolled her eyes, giggling again while leaning back onto the couch as he said as he went into the kitchen rummaging for food that’ll help fill her up more and absorb some of the alcohol, also coming back with two water bottles. Handing her some bread, she started to nibble on it. He was about to hand her a water bottle but noticed how her lithe hand shook some while she ate. Deciding it would be better to do it himself, he unscrewed the cap. “Here, open up.” He lifted the bottle to her mouth, and she did as he said. Tipping the bottle little by little, he watched as she drank it before her eyes suddenly widened and she gurgles out some of the water, putting her hand on his to tip the bottle back to keep it from pouring out. Drinking what was left in her mouth in several swallows then wiping her mouth, messing up her lipstick, all Shingo could envision of that scenario was that it was his cock she was choking on, having to wrap her hand over his that was guiding himself into her mouth only to stop him so she could take a breath to catch up.

He cleared his throat, giving a quick “Sorry baby” before setting the bottle on the table and giving her a towel to wipe her mouth. “C’mon let’s get that make-up off, yeah?” he said lightly, focusing his attention on getting her settled, cleaned up, and less likely to be sick tomorrow from the hangover. Helping her stand up off the couch he pulled her dress back down to cover her both for more modesty and to help his mental state stay a bit more stable before they wrapped an arm around each other’s waists for stability and he walked her slowly to the bathroom. Flicking the light on, he faced her back to the mirror before lifting her gently by the hips to sit her on the countertop. He scavenged through her numerous bottles of products until he found the make-up removal one, taking a bag of cotton pads out of the drawer as well. Setting the pad on the mouth of the bottle he flipped it over quickly then back, wetting a section of the square with the product, bringing it to her face and gently wiping off her smeared lipstick. She had to look down at him and her hair kept falling in her face blocking the light he needed.

Humming in slight disapproval he grabbed one of her hair ties, reaching behind her to pull her hair back and make a loose ponytail. As he did so, she smiled warmly and hummed, plopping her head on one of his arms that was extended as he worked on her hair. She kissed the inner part of his elbow before he pulled away. He made a small laugh noise through his nose before he softly pulled her head down to leave a kiss on her forehead before resuming his work.

Clear of all lipstick, he wet another cotton square to work on her eyes. Holding the side of her face in one hand, she leaned into it as he gently wiped away the eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, then switching to the other and repeating. As he worked, her hands started to roam along his biceps and chest, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him to her. He stopped what he was doing to take her hands in his, “None of that right now baby, gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you’re good first, alright?” she whined in protest, unwrapping her legs and swinging them in contempt before complying. “Good girl.” He released her hands, removing the last of her eye makeup before moving to the sink to warm up a towel, wringing it out and softly washing her face of any other potential make up.

“Shinnnn…?” she whined, wholesomely and cutely.

“‘Sup, baby?” he continued wiping away with the towel.

“Hurry up… I wanna help you with that. Make you feel better…” she gave him a pouty, begging face with big eyes as she glanced between his eyes and still apparent boner that does look quite painful. If he knew this was going to happen, he wouldn’t have worn tight jeans. Finishing up quickly, he pat dried her face, then lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapping around his skinny waist once more, her arms wrapped around his neck as she held onto him. He could practically feel the patterns of her lacy underwear through his jeans and her tits squished against his chest as he walked back to the couch. Trying to set her back down, she wasn’t having it, refusing to let go of him.

He sighed, lifting her back up and turning around to sit himself, with her on his lap. She hummed happily, nuzzling her face into his neck and scooting herself closer to him, resulting in grinding her lacy covered clit against him. She loved the way his jeans were wrapped around and hugged the muscles of his legs. She hummed pleasantly at the way the rough denim rubbed against all the right places along with the thin lace of her panties. She started off grinding herself against his thigh slowly, trying to spread herself out against his large muscle to feel it rub her everywhere. Shingo notices immediately and waits to feel her start to move her hips forward once more, and just as she does so, he flexes his thigh and presses her more onto it by the hips, having her grind onto it more roughly.

She moans into his neck, her hands dropping down to press flatly against his lower abdomen and the other holding his hip to gain more leverage in her movements. It felt even better than before, having the entirety of his thigh and the rough material of his denim rubbing against her soaked folds. She continued to ride his thigh, feeling his hand on her back slowly travel down, teasingly, to the small of it. His fingertips reach the bottom of her dress that still covers her upper thighs from when he adjusted it earlier. His nails lightly scratch her soft skin as he pulls the tight material of the dress up and over her ass, licking his lower lip with a smirk as he gets to see the soft flesh jiggle once more.

Half her ass is bare on the outer parts while the centre is mostly covered. He notices her panties have gaps between the patterns, some larger than others and showing skin between the designs. Tracing the bare sections with his fingers, she whines putting more effort into her grinding as if to entice him to fuck her quicker like a bitch in heat.

His eyes shift up to her body, and his free hand lightly takes hold of her hip before gripping it firmly and dragging her hips along his tense thigh earning a high moan of his name from her and a squeeze on his abdomen. She swore his jeans had to have had a wet stripe by now with how rigorously he was dragging her sopping core against this thick thigh.

“Mm, I like these panties… Lean back for me a bit sweet girl, I wanna see if they got those nice gaps in the front.” He helped lean her back, holding her so she wouldn’t fall as his eyes feasted on the sight before him. “Heh, look at that. Can see my girl’s pretty pussy through ‘em. Be real nice if I could eat you out through ‘em too, huh?” she nodded quickly in agreement, a breathy giggle escaping her lips while he ghosted his fingers over the front of the lacy clothing before leaning her forward. She knows something he doesn’t.

“What’s that laugh for, hmm? Something you wanna tell me?” he whispered huskily in her ear, the ends of his hair tickling her cheek. She shook her head, an innocent smile on her face and she bounced on his thigh when he suddenly lifted it to plant his foot flat on the floor. Shingo thought she bounced so cutely, her eyes going wide at the sudden movement and the way her ass and tits bounced so deliciously against that tight dress ended the last bit of restraint he had left.

“Bed. Now.” He growled out, lifting her off him, keeping her stable at the sudden movement, and nudging the small of her back to go first. He gives a generous slap to her ass when she starts scurrying to their room with an excited giggle, finally getting what she wanted. His eyes glued themselves to her rear, the scrunched-up bottom of her dress resting on the curve of her hips to the way her lace panties left so much to the imagination, only covering most of what he wanted.

She disappeared behind the door frame only to be found sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him expectantly, her legs spread, giving him a better look at the gaps in the lace. Kicking the door shut, he crossed his arms, his smirk getting wider when he said, “Hands and knees for me baby, I wanna see that pretty lil’ back arch…Oh and… heh, stick that ass out a bit for me too, yeah?” his voice deepened to accentuate the last word, clearly making it known he wasn’t asking.

Deciding to take her time and give him a little bit of a show, she turned over, crawling a bit more towards the centre of the bed but close enough to the edge be within arm’s length of him, and positioning herself at a slight angle to give him a better view of everything. Her legs were now pressed together purposefully concealing his little surprise. She yanked the hair tie out of her hair, letting it fall naturally before she turned her head toward him just enough to make eye contact without strain. Lightly biting her lip with a seductive smile, she slowly arched her way down to her elbows, bringing them close enough that her upper arms push against her already straining tits that are threatening to spill out of the dress, pushing them together even further.

Shingo breaks the eye contact as she expected to watch her actions like a predator stalking its prey. Once balancing well enough on her arms, she bites the tip of her tongue while arching her back inward, the hem of her dress falling slightly with the dip along with her wiggling her hips to help it fall down a bit toward her waist, showing her lower back and panties in full. She pushed her hips inward, sticking her ass out further like he wanted, and she could hear Shingo let out a quiet, low hum that nearly resembled a deep animalistic growl.

“Spread ‘em.” He commanded with a rare deep guttural tone that had her following his order immediately. Lowering her head onto her hands her legs spread open smoothly, gliding over the soft sheets. “Good girl’s lookin’ so pretty and obedient for me, aren’t ‘cha sweetheart?” his voice quickly returned to his high-pitched tone he uses when he gets worked up. “Lookin’ up at me with those big, needy eyes like that. Makes me wanna ruin the fuck outta you, darlin’.” He said breathily.

Unraveling his arms, he took only a couple long strides to reach the edge of the bed, his hand landing on her back, running up the arch slowly as he admired her form. Continuing to trail upwards to the curve of her ass, his other hand lands on the opposite side, and he squeezes the soft flesh on both sides, admiring how it wants to pour over his fingers from the pressure only to form back so smoothly when he releases. Her soft sighs ring in his ears like music, as he continues just a bit further down, taking in the way the patterns of her panties barely cover anything and its mostly gaps, the sides of her folds completely bare. He can see the extra thin material is soaked through, as he brings a hand to her clit, the other wraps around her thigh, kneading it rhythmically. The moment his fingers press onto the lacy patterns resting over her folds he can see her lightly clench around nothing, making him chuckle. Putting more pressure on it, he toys around with her sensitive clit, earning desperate whines and even her trying to wiggle around to gain some kind of friction from his fingers.

“Fuck baby, look at that pretty glistening pussy…” he bites his lip with a smirk, being able to gather a bit of her wetness on his fingers, he snickers teasingly, “God, babe, you’re practically drippin’ on the sheets… N’ this is all for me, huh?” Rubbing his fingers against her clit with more pressure, spreading the wetness around her entirety, the slight scratchiness of the lace rubs against her like his jeans did and she shivers. She moans his name quietly, begging with a light “Shin…more…”

With no hesitation he pulls his hand away, gripping the inside of her hips and using his thumbs to spread out her inner thighs, giving him a bit more access as he dives in, licking a stripe along her lace covered clit, the gaps hitting harder when his tongue ran over bare skin. Her whiny, breathy moan spurred him on, and he settled for ripping the thin material in half, earning a quick gasp from her and him quickly removing it from her to throw it somewhere in the room. Re-attaching his hand to her thigh to spread it once more, he dove back in, tongue jutting in and out of her wet entrance like a man starved.

It took barely four minutes before he had her convulsing around his tongue, his high-pitched hums and moans vibrated in his throat as he feasted on her juices like it was dessert. Her body shook as she came, delicious sighs and moans escaping her as Shingo continued his work.

“Shin, my turn.” She said cutely, looking back to him as he pulled away, using his thumb to lick the remaining mess off his lips with a smirk. “Oh yeah, pretty girl? You really want me that bad, huh?”

“Mhmm, please, lemme do it. Told you I wanna make you feel better.” She said quickly, already turning around to crawl up to him before sitting on the bed, legs bent to sit flatly on each side of her. “Aren’t you still too fucked up for that? Don’t need you chokin’ on me like you did with water.” He teased.

She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, tugging on them as she begged. “Pleasepleaseplease, it’s always so pretty when it’s worked up and hard, let me fix it, Shinnn.” God, how the hell was he supposed to say no to her when she’s so eager and asking for it like that?

“Fuck, alright.” He sighed, the many images of her working his cock so well getting the best of him. She giggled happily, making quick work of his button and zipper, yanking them down past his hips. He did the rest, removing it all in one go before making himself comfortable in bed, leaning against the wall. As she situated herself between his legs, lying on her stomach and propped on her elbows, he reached over to the nightstand to light a cigarette and take a drag, only to moan the smoke out when he felt her mouth wrap around his cock.

His moan was cut short when he tensed hearing her gag violently after trying to take all of him in one go. It wasn’t normal for her gag, like she had no reflex for it, except for the rare times she pushed herself too far, such as now.

He instantly wraps his hand under her jaw and pulls her up and off him, holding her face as his eyebrows creased and pointed, his eyes hardening in both seriousness and concern. “Hey, hey, you good? Look at me, baby.” He waited till she made eye contact with him, and nodded as she took a few deep breaths. “Fuck, woman, don’t scare me like that, you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack.” He sighed in relief, seeing she was fine, now considering if he should even let her continue. He feels her practically deflate under his touch knowing what he’s considering.

“Alright, hot stuff, I’ll let you have your fill, but you’re gonna do it on my terms tonight, sound good, yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly for an answer. She nods with a small smile, ready to go again and he hums in return. Putting his cigarette back to his lips to hold it, he reached for her hair, pulling it back and wrapping it around one of his hands, tight enough to have full control over her movements and prevent more incidents.

He gently pushes her head down, her mouth eagerly inviting in his tip and Shingo hisses, fighting the urge to let his head fall back against the wall and snap his eyes shut. Instead, he bites the butt of the cigarette, having to keep a close eye on her and how far down he has her go to keep her from gagging.

“Thaaat’s it, pretty girl,” he strains, his words altered slightly from the stick hanging between his lips before he takes a drag in and slips it between his fingers. Exhaling the smoke, he continues “nice and slow. Haah, just like that, keep it goin’…” he releases a high hum when he feels her tongue press against the underside of his tip, caressing it so gently, in and out, back and forth rhythmically. The hand that’s wrapped in her hair, continues to lightly pull her up and push her back down, never going further than the bottom of his tip.

When she starts becoming adamant to take in more of him again, feeling her pull against the hand at the back of her head, Shingo tsks, pulling her back up, a ‘pop’ sound emanating when her lips detach from his cock. “I know you’re eager to please as ever darlin’, and you know I love your enthusiasm any day of the week, 26/9, but not tonight. Slow and easy, ‘kay? You can do that for me, can’t you pretty girl?” he asked so nicely, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand, and a soft smile on his face, uncharacteristic of him in these moments.

She nodded and relaxed against his hold, no longer fighting him, earning a hissed, “That’s my good girl” from her man when he pushed her back down to continue. His thumb resumes its soothing rubs along her hollowed-out cheeks, his breaths getting heavier each time she sucked on his tip like it was ice cream on a stick. Shingo had to fight himself to not thrust up into her each time he pushed her down.

“Fuck- that’s enough baby, get that ass back on your hands and knees, I’m fuckin’ you.” He growled out, no longer wanting to wait. Pulling her off him by the hair, he untangled his hand from her soft strands, putting his half-smoked cigarette back between his lips, and turning her around to have her ass face him. Pushing her down by the small of her back, he lifts the hem of her dress over her hips, holding onto them over the soft, tight fabric as he pushes into her halfway, a string of moans sounding from her throat as she claws at the sheets, as he pulls back out, thrusting in again, watching with each thrust as her pussy takes in more and more of his cock. He was enamoured at the sight, speeding up his pace to watch himself disappear into her and emerge repeatedly.

“Fuck… you should see the way your pussy swallows my cock like it’s fucking starved.” He gave a raspy chuckle, moving his hand from her hip down her front to give her pussy a few encouraging taps, feeling how its split to take him in. She mewled at his actions, pushing back against him. Averting his eyes to the rest of her, he noted how with each thrust her tits threatened to spill out from the hem of her dress. Making it his new personal mission, he tightened his grip on her hips, his chest pressing against her back as he drilled into her.

Her cacophony of moans was muffled by the back of her hands and the sheets, before Shingo reached over to lift her head, pressing his thumb against her lips, a silent command for her to suck on it. “If you’re gonna try n’ keep it quiet, mind as well make that pretty mouth useful, hmm? You got no idea how fuckin’ bad I wanna watch those nice tits of yours fall outta your dress, so keep that head up.” He said between pants.

Humming against his thumb, her tongue swirled around it, her cheeks occasionally hollowing out. Despite the brutal pace Shingo set, her dress still held its place, so he decided to take his reward by giving the front of the fabric a quick yank, freeing her tits from their minimal confinement, along with a sinful whine emanating from her jugular.

Popping his thumb out of her mouth, he pulled out of her unexpectedly, making her gasp loudly from the loss of heat and friction. Feeling a few encouraging taps on her ass has her turning her head to see what was happening, seeing Shingo lean back against the wall, iconic smirk gracing his features and complimenting his dark eyes when they meet hers. “Come and sit on this cock, baby. I wanna look you in those pretty little eyes when I cum in you.” A high hum reverberated in his mouth; the man sounds as if he’s always edging himself with the way his voice is crafted.

Crawling over to straddle his thighs, he pulls her closer by the hips, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds, and pushing her down to take him back in. She sighed deeply as he gently guided her down, bit by bit until he was bottomed out inside her. “Good girl, baby,” he placed a light kiss on her cheek, his beaked nose brushing against the side of hers, the soft, comforting tone of his voice a stark contrast to his next words, “always know how to take me in so good, don’t ‘cha? Know all the right ways to work those hips around my cock, ehhhh?” he dragged out the last sound as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, occasionally side to side and in small circles.

Detaching his hands from her hips, he reaches for his box of cigarettes and lighter, the small light giving a soft glow on their faces between disappearing, a small smoke trail rising. The familiar sound of Shingo inhaling filled her ears as he wrapped his free hand in her hair, while the other roamed her body before retracting to take hold of the cigarette when he exhales, putting his hand back on her afterwards. Placing both her hands on his lower abdomen she could feel it flex and tense when his breath hitches or he gives a small thrust up.

Tilting her head to the side with a small tug on her hair, he took the cigarette between his fingers, his lips attaching themselves to her neck, sucking, biting, kissing, and licking the entirety leaving a trail of dark marks throughout her neck and collarbones. The whispers of his name ghosting past the lips she bites so cutely when he catches glimpses, spurs him on to switch to the other side and give her a few merciful thrusts deep into her earning pants and whines.

Pulling away to admire the artwork on her neck, Shingo takes a large drag of the remainder of his cigarette, bringing his hand to her cheeks, squeezing them open before smashing his lips on hers breathing the smoke into her mouth with a deep growl. Lifting a hand to grasp his arm, she moans pleasantly into the kiss, hips riding him with more vigor. Pulling away moments later, he tosses the butt of the stick into the ashtray to bring his hand down to her lower abdomen, noticing something. With the hand still tangled in her hair, he pushes her downward, having her look at what he sees as well.

“Feel that, sweetheart? I’m fuckin’ twitchin’ inside of you right now. Fuck, you got no idea how hot you are, riding on my cock all cute like that, those moans make me wanna just…” he lifts her head back up by the chin, his thumb pressing flat against her lips, silently commanding her to open them. The moment she does, he slips it in, pressing it flat against her tongue and using his fingers resting under her chin to close her jaw. “Makin’ me wanna fuck you till we both pass out, heheeehh.” His shit eating smirk grew into something of a nearly deranged smile at the thought. He truly was insatiable.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that baby. Those doe eyes are the reason I’m already this deep in you. Mean, c’mon sweetheart, don’t tell me you can’t feel me up in here…” he removes his hand from her hair, using it to grab one of hers and place her smaller hand over her lower abdomen, pressing down to feel the slight bulge growing and lessening each time she comes down on him, sometimes meeting his thrusts. His eyes thin out even more with his smile growing as he watches her whine against his thumb, her hand tensing under his. “See, baby? Got me all fucked up with that innocent lil’ face o’ yours. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well, so fuckin’ deep, you can see it in those pretty walls of yours.” He giggled darkly, pressing her hand down on that spot more and thrusting into her a bit harsher. Her other hand quickly moves to his chest for stability, a little gasp escaping her throat when he pulls his thumb back out.

With both hands squeezing her hips, feeling the slight twitches she’s starting to make, he takes complete control, and she hooks her over his shoulders weakly, trying to stabilize herself further, her forehead resting against his collarbone as he drills his cock up into her the last few times, before she’s mewling his name, while he groans out a raspy “haaaahhh”, head leant back against the wall as they cum. Shingo’s breath hitches several times as his hips stutter, becoming less and less until there’s nothing some seconds later. His girl humms tiredly above him, letting her arms fall to limply hang at his sides.

“Heh, damn, really fucked ya out, didn’t I, sweetheart?” she nodded weakly, the lull of sleep quickly taking her in its hold. His normally annoying chuckle of pride held softer undertones within it, especially as she felt him press a soft kiss to the top of her head, her hair being stroked a few times softly, lulling her deeper even further.

They stay like this for several minutes, (Y/N), having already fallen mostly asleep, while Shingo simply stayed put to admire to her form. Her dress still crumbled around her middle, which he goes to unzip quietly, unwrapping it from her form, before tossing it to the floor. His slightly calloused hands run across her back soothingly and rhythmically, leaving pleasant humms to emerge from his girl as she nuzzled her nose into his neck. The small gesture made him twitch slightly, still nestled inside her. Only then was he reminded of that, and with a somewhat disappointed sigh, he gently lifted her off of him, a cute whine at the loss of fullness passing through her. He lies her down on her side, before rolling out of bed himself, slipping on the nearest pair of shorts and exiting the room.

Coming back moments later with a hot cloth, he lightly shakes his girlfriend awake, and her eyelids flutter a few times before landing on him. He gives his rare soft smiles, reserved only for her in private moments, speaking a soft “Hey gorgeous, I’ma clean you up, alright?”

With a small nod and hum, her tired eyes watched him set to work. “Thank you…” she whispered, yet still loud enough for him to hear clearly. “Mhmm, anything for my sweet girl, right?” his smile now warmer as he gave her a loving kiss which she happily returned.

“Love you, Shin.” She linked her pinky with his left one, leaving his dominant hand to rub the cloth along her skin.

“Mmm, love you more, baby. And no, you’re never winning the ‘I love you more’ battle, tough luck.” He chuckled when she smiled with an eyeroll, earning her a forehead kiss before he carried on. Finishing up with his cleaning, he put the cloth with the laundry, coming back to their room and shutting the door. Handing her his red hoodie, her favourite, she slipped it on, cuddling up to him like a leech the minute he lied back down in bed. One hand wrapped itself to hold her head protectively, the other holding her waist. With her head nestled comfortably on his chest, hand on his stomach and a leg hooked over his they fell asleep quickly, the comforting position and each other’s scents brought a quick and easy sense of comfort and security.

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Masterlist: Keisuke Takahashi

Links to all stories relating to Keisuke Takahashi from Initial D.

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Lost Into the Night | Smut |

Falling Into My Heart | Love Triangle |

Falling Into My Heart (Keisuke's Ending) | Smut |

Midnight Lovers | Smut / Threesome |

I Can't Stop Lovin' You | Fluff |

Take My Soul | Angst to Happy Ending |

Kiss To Kiss

Forever Love Me

Forever Love Me (Pt. 2) | Smut |

Right Now | Lime |

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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.

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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.

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Keisuke Takahashi - Lost into the Night

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 1,911. • Synopsis: In which a bored day at home, turns into a hot night with a famous blonde racer on a secluded overlook, and on the hood of a sexy yellow FD.

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(Y/N) had been cooped up at home all day, bored out of her mind. Keisuke had called her yesterday evening asking her if she wanted to go on a small road trip with him. She quickly accepted, being quite excited for the little event to come.

"Yeah, I can't wait! What time and where?"

"Be ready by six, I'll pick you up then, and you'll just have to wait to find out where we're headed."

(Y/N) glanced up at the clock on the wall. Only four o' clock... what the hell am I supposed to do for the next two hours?

The clock ticked away agonizingly slow until it was finally time for her to get ready. She took a shower, styled her hair, and put on her usual amount of make-up. Heading to her room she looked through her clothes for an outfit.

Keisuke never told me where we're going or if we're stopping somewhere along the way. She hummed in thought before pulling out casual, but nice-looking clothes and slipping them on. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pretty damn good. Glancing over at the clock on her nightstand she checked the time. Five-fifty, only ten minutes until Keisuke shows up. Knowing her man, he'd most likely be here sooner. Speed means everything to the blonde.

As if on cue, she perked up at the sound of a loud exhaust and the small squeal of tires getting closer to her apartment. Speak of the devil and he will come. She chuckled lightly, grabbing her keys and wallet. When she opened the door, Keisuke was standing there like he was about to knock.

"Hey, babe. You got a sixth sense for me, don't you?" Keisuke smirked at her.

"No. Unless you count your loud car, that can be heard a mile away mind you, is considered a sixth sense, then sure." They laughed as they walked down to said car, the bright yellow FD sitting patiently in a parking spot. Keisuke opened the passenger door, and (Y/N) gave him a loving peck on the lips before getting in. He smiled and shut the door, moving to the driver side and hopping in.

The car growled as the engine turned on, getting louder as he pulled out of the parking spot and began the drive. The couple striked up an easy conversation and jokes along the way.

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As they got closer to their destination, the drive had quiet down some, bringing a peaceful silence. Enjoying each other's presence, looking at the scenery around them, and the occasional whistles of the RX-7's turbos. They drove on for another half hour before Keisuke pulled over into a secluded forest area. He guided the FD down the small windy path to reveal a breathtaking view of a small city below them, the beach close to it. The sun was just about to set completely as they arrived, giving the sky brilliant hues of reds and purple. (Y/N) gasped lightly as she stared in awe.

"Hey, are you going to sit in there and stare or are you going to come out and actually see it?" Keisuke's voice pulled her out of her trance.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." She got out of the car and moved towards him.

"Heh, you will be soon." Keisuke said under his breath, a subtle smirk on his lips.

"You say something?" (Y/N) looked at him curiously.

"Nah, just talking to myself." The blonde gave her a wink and charming smile as he pulled her closer, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her waist. She sat down on the hood of the FD, cuddling into his right side.

Humming contently, she laced their fingers together and he lightly rubbed his thumb over her soft skin, placing a soft kiss on her head. "This is beautiful Kei, thank you." She looked up at him, a loving smile on her face.

"Just for you, love." He said with his famous grin, leaning down to press gentle, loving kisses on her soft lips. They kissed for what felt like hours, the remaining light of the sunset, dimly illuminating their features until it disappeared completely. Their fingers gently tangled in each other's hair as their lips moved in sync.

They pulled away slowly to catch their breath, oxygen sadly being a necessity that interrupted them. Keisuke leaned down further, his slightly rough lips, leaving a path of feathery kisses along her neck. "Keisuke..." (Y/N) said lightly, tilting her neck to give him more access.

"I like the sound of that, gorgeous. Say it louder."

Picking up on his actions, he kissed rougher on the other side of her neck until he found the spot that earned him a delicious moan of his name. Leaving a dark hickey, Keisuke licked up her neck before grabbing her thighs and pulling her over to straddle him. He gripped her ass with one hand and placed the other on the back of her neck. Leaning forward, his lips ghosting over hers and he looked her in the eyes. They were darker and glazed over with lust.

The needy look she saw on him sent a wave of heat through her down to her core. Keisuke tightened his hold on her ass and crashed their lips together. (Y/N) lightly grinded herself against Keisuke's growing arousal that had him growl deeply. He bit her bottom lip, roughening the kiss until he could snake his tongue in. With her arms wrapped around his neck and fingers tangled in his soft blonde locks, Keisuke slid his hands up her body until they reached her breasts, squeezing them. A muffled moan passed her lips as she rubbed up against him further.

Keisuke muttered her name with a raspy voice before wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. He gently laid her onto the hood, wanting to make quick work of taking off her clothes. With her shirt quickly unbuttoned and removed, Keisuke slipped a hand behind her back, unclipping her bra and pulling it off.

(Y/N) turned her head to the side, cheeks quickly turning pink. She felt Keisuke gently take hold of her jaw turning her to face him. He leaned down pressing soft, loving kisses on her lips. She melted into them, feeling his slightly calloused hands move her arms away from her chest and onto the hood.

"Don't be insecure, love, you're beautiful. Understand?"

He gave a reassuring peck on her lips and nuzzled his nose against her cheek with a small hum. Keisuke made sure to go slow to ease her uncertainty. With every kiss and soft touch that he left, she relaxed under him quickly, soon reveling in the sensations Keisuke worked out of her so easily.

Trailing his skilled hands down her stomach to her hips, he busied himself on getting rid of her pants, eagerly pulling them off along with her underwear. (Y/N) loudly gasped out his name, the coolness of the night's air and FD's hood coincide with the building heat of her arousal.

Keisuke's fingers rubbed at her arousal earning him sighs of pleasure. She squirmed, her thighs rubbing against his arm in her attempt to gain more friction. A small moan escaped her throat when Keisuke put in a finger, soon adding in a second, then a third, until she was moaning hopelessly under his touch. She threw her head against the hood and arched her back.

"Kei...suke..." She whined.

"That's what I want to hear. I want to hear you scream for me, babe," he said with a low and husky voice, "I want you begging for me."

"Please, K-Keisuke."

"Please what, gorgeous? What do you want from me?" he smirked, slowing the pace of his fingers and curling them. A loud moan followed before she spoke.

"Fuck me, Keisuke!" She exclaimed frustratedly, drawling out his name. "P-please Kei, I w-want you so bad."

"Good girl." He hummed, satisfied with her pleads.

She gave a small whimper when he withdrew his fingers. He licked them clean, a seductive smirk on his lips. "You taste amazing, love. Now, your reward for behaving so well." Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer to him. (Y/N)'s legs hung over the FD's hood. She watched Keisuke take off his shirt, revealing his rippling, well-toned muscles that nearly made her salivate.

Undoing his belt, the blonde pulled both his pants and boxers down enough to free his painfully hardened length from its tight confinements. Keisuke groaned lowly and grinded himself against her wet heat. (Y/N) bit her bottom lip as her breath hitched. The deep sound of Keisuke's voice resonated throughout her body, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Ready, gorgeous?" he asked, lined up with her entrance. She nodded eagerly; arms wrapped around his neck. She pulled him down, crashing their lips together. Their moans were muffled by the kiss as Keisuke slowly thrust into her.

"(Y/N) ... fuck you're tight." He growled, thrusting his hips with a slow pace. (Y/N) sighed deeply, her eyes fluttering shut and legs wrapping around Keisuke's waist. She sharply tugged on Keisuke's blonde locks, a loud groan escaping his throat.

Gradually, his thrusts got faster, the hand on her hip leaving a red print and nail marks on her skin. When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she took in her boyfriend's appearance. His silky blonde hair was shaggy with some damp strands sticking to the side of his face and forehead. The small beads of sweat that traveled down the strong muscles of his neck to his chest enhanced his natural, sexy appearance. The way his arms tensed up when he thrust deep into her, the low sounds of his voice when he moaned her name, everything about the man was perfection.

Keisuke snaked his tongue past (Y/N)'s soft lips and eagerly explored the new territory, marking every detail he could with his skillful tongue. When he pulled away to breathe, a strand of saliva connected the two for a moment before breaking. With heavy pants, he made his thrusts rougher that reached places deep inside her, turning (Y/N) into a moaning mess that was nearing her sweet release.

"K-Keisuke..." He knew that tone in her voice. After hearing that beloved sound many times, he knew when she was going to unravel underneath him.

"I know, baby, me t-too." Keisuke replied between breaths, the familiar feeling of his own release, building up quickly.

With a series of rough, sloppy thrusts, they came together making the already euphoric sensation even more intense as they loudly moaned each other's names. When they came down from their high and had their clothes back on, the couple cuddled up closely on the FD's hood. Keisuke had her seated on his lap, legs on each side of him as she leaned into his warm chest.

She hummed with a smile as he held her, arms wrapped protectively around her body. Keisuke gently nuzzled his nose against her hair, leaving gentle and loving kisses atop her head. Her man really knew how to make aftercare a cuddly, warm experience.

"How about we go home?" he asked lightly, "I just want to lay in bed and fall asleep with you next to me." (Y/N) hummed eagerly in agreement, the thought sending a warm feeling through her. By the time they got to the mansion and were under the blankets of his large bed, the couple fell asleep quickly tangled up in each other's arms.

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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.

The process repeated.

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.

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