#ScarletNakazato
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Shingo Shoji - Love Killer
• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut |
• Word Count: 12,470.
• Synopsis: In which Shingo is shown the love he deserves and Takeshi fookin' learns that no one gets between Shoji and his girl.
• Note: Finally back in the Initial D game, here's my first big comeback in over FOUR years. More importantly, my fanfic partner in crime, DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity on AO3 deserves a HUGE fucking shoutout for helping me beyond all rational reason with the ideas for this fic and my soon to come future ones as well. The sheer amount of hate fuck love she's got for this beaked nose MF is truly fascinating along with her own fics. Thank you bestie for the inspiration and getting my motivation back to write for this severely underrated fandom! <3
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The NightKids were sitting in a booth at the local late-night restaurant they frequented. Shingo took the spot closest to the window, being able to hang an arm over the ledge of the windowsill and set his knee on the booth to sit angular like he usually does. Takeshi sat directly across from him, the rest of the group taking the outer spots.
As the other members of the team ordered some coffees for everyone, one of them brought up the topic of what they think is going to happen at the race they’re attending tonight. As the NightKids top two racers sipped their caffeine in relative peace, one of them looked to Shingo.
“Say, man, you’ve been teaching your girl how to drive with the gumtape right? How’s she doing with it?”
“Pretty well. She’s at least used to the layout of FFs so adjusting to the tape and only steering at high speeds with one hand is about the only thing she’s got some resistance to. She’s also got some hesitance on the left foot braking, so she’s been going up to Myogi damn near every night just to drive around and get used to that before anything else.” His voice kept its usual raspy, hoarseness to it, almost retaining the snarky-ness as well, but if one were to listen hard enough, they’d pick up on traces of sincerity and genuine pride.
He wouldn’t go into further detail about the way she’s had quite a few instances of slowing down too much before a turn and getting spooked about losing control too easily, especially in her boyfriend’s car. He’d always watch her movements and when she’d tense her arms before a turn, he’d lightly place his right hand on the wheel as she turned, helping her make it through and add slight pressure to turn the wheel either further in or out depending on what was needed. After successfully making it through a turn he’d go back to rest his head on his hand that was leant against the passenger door as he continued to watch her. Shingo would give little compliments on something she aced or her smooth shifting and braking along with his occasional interjections of advice on what to do or how to handle something coming up.
He wasn’t going to throw her into the fray of learning something as dangerous as gumtape driving by wrapping her whole hand. He started very small, simply wrapping the tape around the wheel and her hand once then again to have one layer of tape around her wrist. It gave her enough pressure to not move her hand away but was also light enough to pull away with enough force if needed suddenly.
The day she asked him to teach her how to do it even after his self-induced wreck with the 8-6 made him feel something inside. Something... warm. He felt needed at that moment. He had enough trouble dealing with and trying to come to terms with himself in things he couldn’t control. The way he’d get made fun of in school for his allergies, his voice, appearance, and especially his nose made him grow up bitter and spiteful.
Somewhere, somehow, fate decided to throw (Y/N) his way. He could remember the night she asked if he was single and wanted to go on a date as vividly as if he was re-living that moment a year and a half ago. He still felt bad about giving her some attitude, accepting with, “Fine, but don’t expect much out of it.” She still left with a smile that night.
The day of their date, he stared at himself in the mirror for hours. He couldn’t decide how to style his hair or if it was better to just leave it messy. He never had the right clothes for something remotely nice. Just plain t-shirts, baggy pants and hoodies. He hated himself so much that day he almost skipped the date. But the want - the need to have someone next to him - won that war and he showed up fifteen minutes late. Luckily, she was still there. He found her sitting near the window of the restaurant she mentioned, sipping her drink so prettily. He could see her red lipstick from the car and was even more captivated when he walked in, seeing the deep red dress she wore, black heels to match.
God, she was gorgeous, he thought. What chance did he have to score her? When she laid eyes on his form approaching, dressed in black, the only shade of red to be found on him was the laces of his shoes and his ears which were hidden under his hair (to his luck). She greeted him with a smile as if he wasn’t late at all. She complimented his outfit choice along with his tousled hair, from a previous small breakdown, saying he had that bad boy look going on and she dug it. He kept his usual tough attitude, replying that it wasn’t anything special and tried to play it off. He cussed himself out mentally, calling himself an idiot for being rude and thinking this was the start and end to the happiness he could have had. Instead, she simply giggled and nodded, changing the topic to ask about his car and his racing team.
With that, their date flew by, and he found himself impressed with her car knowledge and the fact she wanted a Civic of her own and was looking at her options for different models. He found himself rambling on about his car and his skills and she listened with interest, leaning forward slightly as she munched on her food. Nodding along with him occasionally, she’d mention things she wanted to learn once she gets her car and get good enough to join a team. “Maybe good enough to snag a place on yours?” she’d questioned with a giggle.
During their time that night Shingo hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long while. About halfway through the time they spent at the restaurant he got a sense that she wasn’t judging him or trying to dig into him for information that he didn’t want to give. It was nice for a change. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when she kept asking if she could at least pay for her half of the bill, or at least pay him back. All Shingo replied with as he put the cash on the tray and met her eyes was, “Just be quiet and look pretty.” He let out a small, amused hum when she cut herself off, blushing at his words and avoiding his gaze.
Shingo offered to drive her home to which she gladly accepted, wanting to see what it was like inside of his car. She admired the way he glided smoothly through gears and steered as if the car was an extension of himself. Completely in tune. The rumble of the engine and exhaust created a calming background noise. Her attempts at subtly looking over at him were mediocre at best. Always turning her head slightly to get a better look at him was easily noticed.
He didn’t want to say anything, however. It felt nice that someone wanted to look at him for more than just conversation. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was also looking to gauge if she truly liked him or not. Sure, she was looking at him all night while they talked, but now that he had to focus more on driving, she could think about that option with a side profile of himself.
What he didn’t know however was the fact she was admiring how he was both cute and hot with that curved nose of his. The way it smoothly and subtly curved outward, the thinness of it made it appear more beaked. It was cute watching him scrunch his nose while he talked about something that annoyed him, like the leader of his team. It fit him so well, along with the small upward curve at the outside corners of his eyes. It gave them the illusion of being permanently half-lidded, as if he was always glaring, annoyed, or tired.
Minutes later, he pulled onto the shoulder of the road in front of her house. She gathered her bag and opened the door before turning towards him. “Thank you for tonight, you were great.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lower bridge of his nose, just above the tip before hopping out of the car and quickly heading inside, cheeks red. Shingo sat there for a solid minute, stunned by her small action. He could feel heat where her lips were for only a split second and lightly rubbed at that spot, before shaking his head and pulling back onto the road. His face felt like it was on fire and the quick image of her kissing his nose replayed in his mind the whole way home.
Shingo snaps out of his daydream when he hears snapping in front of him, locking eyes with the guy next to him. “You good, man? Spaced out for a solid couple minutes there.”
“Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’.” He waved him off, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “Y’all wanna head out or what?” He threw back the rest of the coffee like he was taking a shot of alcohol, looking ready to leave. Everyone nodded in agreement, leaving their share of the payment before returning to their cars. Eventually reaching the top of Myogi, passing through dozens of spectators, Shingo pulled away from his team’s single-file line after finding his girlfriend’s black EG6 and parking next to it.
He caught her talking with her best friend near the vending machine, both laughing and making hand gestures about whatever it was they were likely gossiping about while sipping on canned coffee. He noticed Takeshi walking over to the two girls, seeing as he parked closest to them. They appeared to be greeting him nicely, her friend waving and (Y/N) giving him a nod.
The way Nakazato seemed to be focusing his attention on Shingo’s girl more over her friend was starting to piss him off. As if Shingo and Takeshi didn’t have enough beef with each other, now the guy wanted to chat up his girlfriend like the most casual thing in the world? Shingo was always the one who would watch how girls admired him like he was as big a hotshot as Ryosuke and Keisuke Takahashi. They’d watch him with hearts in their eyes and if any even tried to talk to him he’d always be polite about it. That only made the girls fall for him more and act like they made a fan club in Takeshi’s name.
They put him on such a high pedestal that it left Shingo feeling like he was at the bottom of the totem pole, despite being the NightKids second best racer. All the time and effort he had to dedicate, the sweat and blood he put into perfecting his techniques felt like jack shit compared to the way people admired and complimented Takeshi. Even guys respected Nakazato’s skill and the only things people would spread about Shingo was his deadly driving style, which he loved as it gave him an intimidating aura, then to a laughingstock after his loss with the 8-6. It was back to square one with the name calling, the jokes, the insults, all of it. Even after Takeshi lost to the 8-6, it was spread around that the Black Lightning of Myogi lost to an 80’s Corolla, but he was still deemed as an excellent driver and had people surprised someone as good as Takeshi could lose.
Shingo, though? Almost everyone had their bets on the 8-6.
The only person who truly backed him was his girl. The night before that race they had lied in bed together and she brought up all the ideas she could to help him put together strategies if his main one didn’t work. The frequent accentuations of telling him to be careful with the gumtape and to memorize the pass for less of a chance of a fuck up.
He thought back to that race as he sat on the hood of his car, his eyes still trained on Takeshi and (Y/N) a distance away but turning into a zoned-out expression.
All she ever did was look out for him, help him with ways to improve and get better. And what did he do? Rammed himself into a guardrail like an idiot. He didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him after he wrecked and the Trueno continued onward. When he saw the headlights of Iketani’s S13 turn around the corner, and the SpeedStars rushing to check on him, Shingo felt pathetic. He had never been so embarrassed or ashamed in his life and it was his own fault. The humiliation was extraordinary.
He didn’t have the nerve to look them in the eyes after talking such a big game about beating the 8-6. With how forgiving Iketani and his team were about taking him to the hospital and explaining that it’s the racer’s code to look out for one another, opponent or not, Shingo only thought of how disappointed and livid (Y/N) was going to be if she heard about it. When she heard about it. He couldn’t keep it from her. He didn’t want her hearing about his fuck up through rumours and other people’s words. She deserved to hear it from him straight up.
Holding his wrist in pain, he looked out at the city beyond the pass, asking Iketani to “make a call on one of their cells real quick.” Kenji handed him a phone and he dialed her number.
She couldn’t make it to his race because she had gone to visit family after not seeing them for some time and they planned a gathering. He understood completely. He may have been somewhat jealous she had as loving a family as she did, but when she introduced him to them, they treated him like one of their own. Sure, his parents were fine and treated him right, but he noticed that Western families show more love and appreciation for one another, and their children more than Japanese families do. They outwardly say “I love you” to her, meanwhile his parents never did, but still showed their affection and love in different, smaller ways. Still, it never felt thorough to Shingo.
With each ring of the phone as he waited for her pick up, his dread rose even further until it cut off and she answered with a slightly confused “Hello?”
“Hey, babe… it’s me.” He said somewhat quietly, facing away from the other guys, even though they gave him space to talk privately. “You okay? Did something happen?” He let out a short breath through his nose, the smallest of smiles on his face knowing she could see, and hear, right through him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright pretty much. Race didn’t end well and I… I uh wrecked. A bit.” His face, red as his Civic and hot in shame, his eyes diverting to the road.
“What? How? What happened? Are you hurt?” she questioned quickly, not waiting for a reply as she grabbed her car keys, and he could hear them on the other end of the phone.
“Baby, it’s okay, you don’t need to come over here, I just fucked up my wrist a bit. I just… didn’t want you to find out from other people spreading rumours and shit. Felt like you deserve to know right away.” His voice held a sad, depressive tone, his eyes falling on the beat up Civic not even ten feet away. Shingo was terrified that if she saw his car and knew it was his fault that he wanted to play dirty, he’d lose her in an instant. Everything they had - he had - would be gone in moments and he’d be alone again.
“You still on Akina?” She asked, some metal sounds clanking in the background of the phone and some voices he couldn’t make out any sentences to. “Yeah. It was gonna take me a bit to move the car and uh-”
“Good. Stay there, I’ll be over in thirty minutes.” Before he could ask or even reply she hung up just as the sound of her car turned on. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what was going to happen when she arrived. Handing the phone back to Kenji, he told them that his girlfriend was on the way, and it was best he stayed there to wait for her, adding that they didn’t need to wait with him.
He felt like a fool enough being a royal dick to them, wanting to dig his own grave just to crawl into it when they said they don’t mind waiting with him and can help clean up the leaking oil and broken pieces of his light fixtures. They assured him he could chill out and take it easy on his arm, so they handled the oil leak from the Civic’s front end then brushed up the busted headlight and taillight pieces with a small brush Iketani kept in the S13 for his interior.
Shingo was trying his best to keep the second stream of tears from flowing in front of the guys. Sitting sideways in the passenger seat of his civic, legs hanging out of the doorway as his hands rested on his lap, he soon heard the distant rumbling of a Civic engine. Shingo and the SpeedStars raised their heads at the noise, seeing his girlfriend pull up in front of the battered red Civic and stopping, as if taking in the damage.
She lays eyes on Shingo who looks completely defeated. She notices how he doesn’t look up at her car after the initial attention of who was approaching.
Iketani jogs over to the driver's side, and she rolls down her window. “Hey! He doesn’t seem as bad as the crash looks. Seems like just his wrist is banged up and the car isn’t drivable. He had an oil leak somewhere in the front, but we cleaned up the mess, so others won’t run over it.”
“Right. Thank you for that, sorry about the trouble.” She replied, grateful but somber. “I got a trailer with me so I can take his car with us.” Iketani nodded and offered his and Kenji’s help with setting up the trailer in front of the EG. Once done, she connected a hook to the Civic to be pulled by a motor and onto the trailer. Shingo could barely watch the depressing sight as he stood there, feeling like a fish out of water.
With the Civic strapped to the trailer and the guys helping (Y/N) turn around to face the downhill she called for Shingo to get in the car, thanking the SpeedStars once more for the help before they headed back to the S13. She turned toward Shingo, seeing him struggle to click the seatbelt into place. Gently taking it from him, she settled him in before gently taking his right arm and lifting it to inspect the damage.
She noticed him wince slightly before asking, “What happened, Shin?” she averted her gaze back down to his wrist, seeing the traces of bruising becoming slowly apparent. It took him a minute before he hesitantly answered with a quiet, “It was the gumtape deathmatch… it’s not that bad, I’ll be fine…”
She hummed in thought at his words. Gently releasing his arm, she put the car in gear and started down the pass. The more she drove down the windy road of Akina, the more she realized, “Something doesn’t add up, Shingo. I’ve seen you do this so many times before and you’ve never done this; you’re too good for that, you’ve said it yourself you’ve trained for hours upon hours to master it, whether it's on Myogi or somewhere else. What really happened?” her tone was light, knowing he wasn’t in the best state now, and she’s never seen him so defeated before. She sees him slouch into the seat more out of her peripheral vision, making himself smaller.
Making it to the bottom of the pass and catching a stoplight, she takes the chance to turn towards him, looking him in his eyes that almost appear… guilty? She didn’t know for sure. “What did you do, Shin? This isn’t like you.” Her tone turned concerned. She’s only ever witnessed her man like this once and that was over a year ago. She had to know what happened at that race.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, brokenly. Even after the light had changed colour and the car moved once more, it’s all he could say. Like a broken record on repeat. She was beginning to get scared at what had made him so terrified. Was the crash that bad? The only damage was to the lights along with a leak somewhere. It couldn’t have been that traumatizing. The guardrail looked stable and sturdy, barely a dent in it.
“Hey, hey, I’m not angry baby, okay? I just want to know what happened. You did something, that much is clear, but you need to tell me what that was. I mean, sure I may be pissed some because I could have lost you. If that guardrail was the least bit weak where you hit it, it could have broken apart and you’d be dead. I don’t want- I can’t even think about what that would’ve looked like if that rail broke on you. But… I understand that these kinds of dangers come with racing, especially on narrow mountain courses. It rough and scary, I know, and that’s why I’m trying to be as understanding as I can here, so just bear with me, alright?”
The thoughts racing through Shingo’s mind had him lost and confused. Shaking his head at her words, he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. ‘Even after all I’ve done and put her through, she still cares about me? Heh…bullshit Shingo, the minute I tell her anything she’d leave, fuckin’ run away, and be repulsed just at the sight o’ me.’ He thought to himself.
Jolted from his thoughts at a gentle squeeze on his bicep, he sees the entrance to a hospital. “C’mon, let's get your wrist looked at. Can’t go home like this.” She unclicked his belt for him and got out of the car. He sighed deeply, the guilt weighing all the heavier on him now. The overbearing weight on his shoulders had them drooping down in reality. They silently walked together into the hospital as she checked him in with the receptionist. The visit was short, having had a quick X-ray done and his hand and wrist wrapped in a cast then arm situated in a sling. He felt pathetic beyond all rational reason. The mere fact his girl had to see him like this on top of it all was indescribable.
He tried to hide the small tears that once again escaped the corners of his eyes once they reached her car. The sight of his Civic sitting on the trailer hurts his heart. But once again, the mere idea of her leaving him once all hell breaks loose at his inevitable explanations is going to damage his soul. The drive to their apartment was silent, but not entirely tense. He was both grateful and dreading the fact they arrived home quickly. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last and he glanced up at his girlfriend in front of him for a split second before his eyes glued themselves to the floor once again, a silent sigh leaving his lips.
Entering the apartment and hearing (Y/N) lock the door felt more trap-like than anything. ‘No escaping it now,’ he thought. A gentle hand landed on his upper back, silently guiding him to their bedroom where she motioned for him to sit on the bed. Sitting on her side, she crossed her legs and faced him as his back rested uncomfortably against the wall. He felt wrong for leaning back so casually in a time like this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to have the strength to sit up.
“Talk to me, Shingo. Please. I haven’t seen you like this in so long, it’s honestly starting to scare me. What’s worrying you so much?” she asked, a long pause in-between before she added a “You know what…” and his heart sank.
“How about we start from the beginning? From the start of the race up to right now, okay?” she eyed him almost desperately. The sight of him like this, so weak and vulnerable, tore at her heartstrings. She felt slightly relieved when he nodded his head lightly. He inhaled, mouth slightly open as if to speak, but pausing for a moment, thinking of how to put his words together before she finally heard him speak in over an hour, “The race started out fine. Up until that corner. I guess- I got too full of myself. Thought I was some invincible guy who could finally beat the 8-6 and… when I realized I wasn’t going to, like everyone else, I figured it would’ve been better to protect my pride over just losing a race.”
When he paused, she cut the silence with “And what method did you use to try and protect your pride?”
“If I couldn’t win, I didn’t want Fujiwara to, either. So…” he raised his good hand to his head, hiding half his face with it and his fingers grip into the loose strands of his hair as he started to shake a bit, more tears threatening to fall in guilt and fear, “I was gonna have both of us wreck. I fucked that up big time. Being wrapped up in my head I didn’t see the right turn coming up and swung left. Missed the 8-6 completely, grinded the side of the car against the guardrail and clipped it. Ended up ricocheting off it and rear-ended the guardrail.” By now the man before her had tears streaming down his cheeks. He waited for the laughing or the yelling to start about how much of an idiot he was, that he never learns, never thinks about the consequences.
However, that never came. She scooted closer to him sitting to the left of his legs. “Never do that again, do you understand me?” Her tone was firm but, in a way, still gentle, still caring. He nodded quickly, taking in the feeling of her running her hand along his good arm, giving it reassuring squeezes. This continued for several minutes as she mulled over his racing tactics. Something about it seemed familiar. Like she’d heard of some other racer going around and bumping into cars. Specifically, any that weren’t FF layouts… “Shingo?”
“Mhmm.” He hummed weakly. “Remember a while back when I asked you about that rumour of someone in a Civic that went around tapping other people’s bumpers? That was you, wasn’t it?” The way she asked told him she knew the answer to that question. She could practically see him deflate when she figured it out. “Don’t do that Shingo.” She made him look up at her, her hand holding his chin. “You can’t fool me completely. Or at least not for long. Who else in Gunma drives a red Civic?”
He looks into her eyes for the first time in hours and it makes him want to cry harder. The way the moonlight bounces off them and brightens them as they stare at him so softly, so lovingly despite all the bullshit he’s done. “I didn’t want you to know that part of me. I know I’m an ass, I know I do stupid things…” he hiccupped, his chest beginning to tremble once more, “but the day you asked me about that I just couldn’t risk losing you to something I’ve done. Of being repulsed by me.”
His sobbing only got worse the longer he had to confess and explain himself, even with (Y/N) trying to be as understanding as possible and seeing her man so beat up about some racing moves hurt her at the sight. Sure, they’re dirty tricks, but no one’s gotten hurt, and she has heard of others who have pulled far more life-endangering tactics than this. The fact he’s getting worse is largening her concern by the minute. Lightly cupping his face to get his attention, he just shakes his head, staring past her, repeating “I can’t say anymore, I can’t,” his voice cracking like a scratched record.
She asks why with such a heartbroken expression on her soft face. “Cause I’ll lose you if I do.” His voice cracks and he finally caved in when she hugged him tightly, being mindful of his bad arm. Her hold is tight. Protective. Reassuring. Loving. “I’m not going anywhere Shingo.” (Y/N)’s voice even began to crack as she teared up at the utter despair she was witnessing. Using his good arm, he pulls her on top of him as best as possible to hug her in a straightened position. His head drops onto her shoulder as he shakes, sobbing almost violently.
Her fingers run soothingly through his hair in attempt to calm him down when he chokes out “I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t even hold you properly. So fucking pathetic.” She didn’t say anything, instead shaking her head against the side of his and resting her hand protectively at the back of it. After a while his sobs and shakes died down slowly until there were none left. Having worn himself out from crying he fell asleep in her arms. Gently pulling away from him, she slowly lied him down comfortably in bed, covering him and lightly adjusting his arm. She ghosted her thumbs over his face, wiping away the nearly dried tears and smoothing out his features to relax.
She quickly did her nightly routine, changing into comfortable sleeping clothes before joining him, lightly hooking her leg over his out of habit. She must make up for the physical touch somehow since she can’t cuddle up against his bad arm. Falling asleep rather quickly from the whole ordeal allowed for an easy sleep until morning.
Being the first to wake, she made coffee, bringing two mugs and water with her. Setting them on the nightstand beside her, she climbed back into bed, watching how peacefully her boyfriend was sleeping with small sips. She was halfway done with her first cup when he finally stirred awake, his normally half lidded eyes, even more closed than usual, but open nonetheless, met hers. His eyebrows contorted in confusion when he processed that she was still here.
“Hi baby.” She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee. “Feeling a little better?”
“I guess.” He sat up, a leg bent on the bed and the other arched over it. His left elbow rested on his arched knee, his arm hanging limply outward. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.” His voice was hoarse yet quiet.
“Of course I would. I told you; I’m not leaving. This isn’t the end of the world, Shin. We all fuck up big time at some point. Don’t beat yourself up so much over this. Everything that happened, it’s fixable, it’s replaceable, nothing was truly lost, alright? Now, here, drink this, you sound like a dying horse.” She spoke light-heartedly, handing him a bottle of water after unscrewing the cap. “I have work today in a little bit, so I set up some stuff for you to make it easy on your arm. Don’t try and do anything big around here, ‘kay?” She took his head in her free hand and pressed a kiss on his forehead before going to get ready.
He watched her go about her routine as if the events of last night never happened. It was both relieving and confusing to him. Ever the enigma, she was. He wanted to believe so badly that she was right, and it was fine to just let it go. But the weighing feeling of having let her down so heavily, having been so stupid for something that could’ve been easily avoided, nagged at the back of his mind continuously.
He was so lost in thought he barely noticed her come back in to say goodbye, leaving with another loving kiss on his nose and exiting their apartment. When Shingo heard her car start, he turned his head towards the window, seeing her drive off with his own Civic still in tow. She knew he wanted it fixed, but that was going to cost a fortune at this rate. Having to stop work for his injury was going to cut his paychecks off for a while and she was the backbone of everything now.
He never thought the consequences of one crash would be so large and affect them for so long. This continued for weeks. Yet she remained as understanding and loving as ever. Over time, his mental state was getting better, albeit slowly. His arm was healing well, only having it wrapped with firm bandages a little over a month later. He was at least able to make himself a bit more useful, keeping their place tidy and making most of the dinner for them by the time she got home. She’d always perch her head on his shoulder, watching him cook as her arms wrapped around his middle comfortably.
“Y’know babe,” she’d start, Shingo knowing what she’d say next as she’s repeated at least once a week since he’s been stuck at home, “You’d make a nice househusband, hmmm?” she’d nudge his side just under the ribs knowing he was a bit ticklish there. He’d jerk at the feeling as she giggled, and he’d groan that she got him again. She’d peck his cheek quickly before scurrying off to shower and change.
Over the duration of Shingo’s recovery, she had been as patient as she could with him, to help him see himself how she sees him, that he’s loved and to help him come to terms with his mistakes. She knew he still wasn’t in a good mindset and felt a bit guilty that a girl has her needs. She was hoping she could at least get him into it enough that she could also show him physically how much she loves him rather than saying the same words over and over through explanations. He needed to see it, feel it to understand.
As they sat in bed, (Y/N) reading a manga quietly while Shingo leant against the headboard next to her, spaced out once more, she decided to take the chance to test the waters. Silently shutting the book and placing it on the nightstand, she turned towards her boyfriend, hooking her leg over his in their usual manner. Hugging him sideways, an arm wrapped behind his back and the other in front, she placed light kisses on his neck. She could feel him tense, and she stopped, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him.
“Why would you still want to do that with me?” His voice was flat, unsure of what emotions he should be feeling.
“Because. You’re my man and I chose you. And after these past weeks I feel it’s time for me to show you, properly, and remind you how much I love you, in all aspects… if you’ll let me?” she placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, giving his bicep and side a comforting squeeze. He responds hesitantly, his good hand resting lightly on her waist, scared that if he presses any further, she’ll vanish. “I don’t get it. How can you even want me like this after… that.”
“Because I want to see you race again. I want to see that serious, focused look in your eyes as you haul ass down that pass. The way your arms flex and tense with shifting, turning the wheel, and just how much to use the handbrake. I wanna chase you again with our runs. I especially want you chasing me. That intimidating aura you and the car give off; it sends chills down me, Shin.” She mimics the chills effect by running her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling him tense the muscles there.
“Remember what you were like when you had that adrenaline? That sexy ass smirk you’d put on when you had a challenger. The way your voice got growly when you wanted to prove people wrong.” Her hands lightly traced along his neck, roaming to each place of him that she described. Her fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. Shingo shivered slightly when her fingers travelled down to his v-line. “Remember how you’d get when you’d show off your techniques to me in your car? You couldn’t even get to the bottom of the pass before I’d tell you to pull over and shut the car off. God, you are one hot son of a bitch, Shingo.”
Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, kissing the exposed skin to the rim of his shirt. She felt him squeeze her waist, his wrapped hand touching the other side. “You have no idea how much I love you.” As she continued to display her affection, he was conflicted about what he really wanted. He didn’t feel that he deserved so much attention like this but when he thought back to all the previous times, he had her calling his name like a melody, and twisting and bending her in delicious ways that she’d praise him to and beg for more, he always knew he was doing something right. Even after the last few weeks of having no intimacy he craved her touch more than anything, guilt be damned.
His carnal mind told him to throw the baggage out the window and revel in his woman, but his conscious told him to smooth things over first, end this torturous mental state and get through the pain. Maybe, just maybe, if he put himself first, decided to be a little selfish and ignore the guilt for one night, to listen to his girl’s words and take them in, try to see her point of view, he’d get through it better. His hold on her waist tightened as he made up his mind by pulling her closer, forcing her to adjust her position and straddle his thighs.
She hummed happily, knowing he accepted her, and she was going to damn well prove to him just how fucking perfect he was. “If you ever want me to stop, just say so, alright, baby? No questions asked.” She rose her head to plant a kiss on his nose, the same way she did since their first date. He nodded lightly, his thumbs lightly rubbing into her hips. “Good boy.” She smiled warmly before leaning in to give him a proper kiss.
The passion she put into her movements was almost overwhelming instantly. Even if he didn’t kiss back with as much vigor, she didn’t pull away, didn’t let down. Her hands travelled back down to the hem of his burgundy t-shirt, spreading her fingers out to feel his upper half in full as she pushed his shirt up, breaking the kiss to pull it off him, still being mindful of his injured wrist.
The second his shirt fell to the floor, her lips latched back onto his, the ghostly pressure of her snake bites pressing against his soft lips pulled a light sigh out of him. He always loved the way her piercings felt on his skin, even along his neck and chest, the small red metal loops never failed to elicit those lovely sounds from his throat. The second she got the chance to slip her tongue in past his parted lips, she pressed her tongue against his, the piercing on her wet muscle earning a low moan and a firmer grip on her hips.
Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants, lithe fingers ghosting down and over his slowly growing length. She whispered words of praise and details of him that she found beautiful; his eyes. Attractive; his face and body, his both adorable and unexplainably hot nose, and so much more that he was melting completely under her touch. She had him sighing and whimpering so prettily, his voice whispering her name as she took her time showing him just how much she wanted him. Just as she was about to hook her fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, their eyes met and-
“Yo, Shingo!” Growling in annoyance, his eyes snapped over to the guy who pulled him back to reality, his cigarette bent in half as well. “What.” The man approaching him put his hands up in surrender, surprised by the sudden hostility.
“Nothin’ man, just wanted to see how things were going. You looked pretty spaced out there.”
“Was going fine until you brought me back to the cesspool of reality.” Shingo took a long drag of his bent cigarette before stomping it out and breathing the smoke out through his nose in an annoyed sigh. His eyes landed back on his girl and her friend, seeing Nakazato still with them. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes that he was daydreaming for, the race hadn’t even started yet. He kept his gaze directed on the three of them, picking up on how her friend stared at Takeshi almost dreamily like she does with the Takahashi Brothers as well. (Y/N) however, had her back completely to him so he couldn’t tell, but that annoyingly soft smile Takeshi was displaying pissed him off.
He always kind of hated deep down that Takeshi seemed to have all the looks. Didn’t have a weird nose, had a defined, angular facial structure that the girl’s would lose their shit over, how his eyebrows complimented his eye’s shape, all of it. It was annoying. Then the day he got his “sweet 3-2” it’s like he became as much a bitch magnet as the Takahashi’s.
But when Shingo and his girl got deeper into their relationship, he was surprised at how much she’d stare at him, complimenting his features, and then winking at him with play seduction before going back to what she was doing. He came around quickly with the fact she only had eyes for him and loved the way she’d give disgusted looks to random guys who tried talking her up before she simply pointed in Shingo’s direction so he could flip them off as he took a sip of his beer if it was at a bar. He’d always pick up on the way she smirked when he’d do that, always muttering in his ear a few minutes later how his “jealousy and bad boy attitude was fucking hot.”
Deciding he had enough of the way Takeshi kept looking over to her, Shingo called him over. “Oi, Nakazato, come here for a ‘sec.” He motioned him over with the cigarette he just lit to calm his stress. Takeshi had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind; Shingo sounded eerily calm for a change. This can’t be good. The girls looked over, hearing Shingo’s voice and (Y/N) smiled at him with a little wave of her fingers before turning her attention back to her friend who’s now leaning an arm on her shoulder and pointing across the street at something.
Takeshi approached Shingo, his hands in his pockets as he gave the Civic driver a nod in acknowledgement. “What’s up?”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than hit up my girl?” Shingo gave him a pointed look of annoyance, his eyebrows arched as his eyes looked upward but his head barely moving, giving off a stronger aura of intimidation.
“You know she’s on our team, Shingo. The least I can do is be nice and strike up some conversation like I do with the rest of the guys.”
“You don’t give the guys that interested look you’ve been giving her for the last few minutes.” He paused, taking another drag of his cigarette, his tone remaining lower than usual, even with all the people chatting about. He didn’t want to draw attention and make a scene, potentially embarrassing his girlfriend if he had some outburst. Nah, this was strictly between him and Takeshi.
“Listen, I’m not trying to start some kind of split or anything with you two, I’m just interested in her potential as a racer. You’ve been teaching her the gumtape techniques, right? I was surprised she’s been learning it quickly and having to retrain herself in her braking style. ‘Mean... I have been curious how you scored her anyway; I was going to ask her that...” The R32 driver scratched the back of his somewhat bashfully, his cheeks a faint pink.
“Why the hell do you care so much about how I got her?” Shingo’s signature snarky tone resonated through his throat. Little did Takeshi know; it was her who got Shingo.
“Uh, no reason really… just,” Takeshi looked away, slightly embarrassed, “she’s hot you know? And talented.”
“Of course, I know she’s hot, dumbass, she’s my girlfriend.” He glared at Nakazato, not liking the idea of him staring at his woman so much. “So, if you’re done staring, which you should have been ages ago, why don’t you go try to pick up some other chick that ain’t my woman, huh.” He snarled possessively. “Out of all the chicks around here that admire and fawn over you cause you’re ‘so talented’ and have a ‘cool car’ you have to lay your eyes on my girl?”
Shingo noticed the way Takeshi side-eyed the road underneath them, (Y/N) did something similar when she knew she had been caught for something, whether it was for something light-hearted and playful or something serious. Shingo scoffed, “Seriously man? You seem to have all the women at your feet around here like you’re one of the fuckin’ RedSuns. Fuck, bro, you even have a thing for Sayuki even if she doesn’t like you and is a royal pain in the ass, can’t you go for someone else that isn’t (Y/N)?” He took another inhalation of his cigarette, this time quicker with an angry inhale and exhale.
“I’ll be damned if she has even the slightest notion of wanting to go for you. Just because you half-assedly gel your hair, listen to the same music bitches around here dig, and drive that shitty ass R32 doesn’t mean you can just walk in thinking you can win over my woman, got it?” he snarled viciously. He was seething and Takeshi could feel it rolling off the man in waves. Even his Civic, that sat silently, which he was sitting on the hood of seemed to be radiating a heavy form of malice that sent shivers down his spine. It was the same malicious aura Shingo and his ride radiated before the wreck and he still tapped bumpers.
Despite the chilling waves he was getting from Shingo and his car, Takeshi could pick up on the physical tenseness in the man’s muscles. His position on the hood of the Civic with his ankle sitting on his knee, rigid arms hanging over his raised leg. His head was tilted to one side slightly to get a better look at Nakazato, eyeing him up with a glare. Was Shingo really that scared of losing his girlfriend to someone else? The sheer possessiveness was also borderline protective with the words he unleashed like a spitfire. Like he was justifying reasons as to why she wouldn’t want anyone else. “Piss off Nakazato, you ain’t gettin’ her.” He said in another eerily calm tone; it was his final warning.
“Loud and clear, man. I promise I wasn’t trying to do anything; I just admire her driving capabilities. She learns quick is all – lets uh, just drop it, yeah? Sorry for bringing it up…” he raises his hands out of his pockets in surrender.
Just when the tension felt like it was finally going to die down and both men could get a second of peace and breathing room, one of the spectators noticed the two NightKids together. Approaching the two racers with his couple of buddies in tow, he speaks up.
“Aye, Shingo, how ‘ya been recovering man? Heard about that run in with the 8-6 during y’all’s race. How’d you lose to that junkheap and turn your car into one in the process?” he chuckled along with his buddies, looking back at them as they did so. The asshole wasn’t quiet with his announcement, gaining the sharp attention of Shingo’s girlfriend, not even fifty feet away. She watched silently, her head nearly turned all the way around while her body stayed put, like an owl stalking its prey without moving. As the idiot kept talking about Shin’s most recent fuck ups, she silently handed her coffee to her friend, turning fully and slowly stalking over with dark eyes, upper half and tilted head almost unmoving in contrast to her strides. The three men still cackling didn’t notice her at first until she stood right next to one of the guys on the left of the ‘leader’ of the group.
Feeling a presence next to him, he looked over to see a girl dressed in all black consisting of a punkish jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, jumping back towards his friends at the sudden appearance. Her lip rings glinting red from the streetlamps and belt chains glistening and clinking slightly as she adjusted her hands in her pockets. Her eyes were narrow and dark, head tilted ominously as she stared up at them much like Shingo did to Takeshi. Being shorter than them in height, she found it to be a useful fear tactic. A few strands of her hair landed on her cheek, partially covering her eye. What freaked them out further was the fact she hadn’t blinked since she made eye contact with them. Her unblinking eyes then flicked to the so-called leader of the trio, daring him to speak.
Meanwhile, Shingo and Takeshi watched from the side. Takeshi could feel her silent anger, it nearly mimicked the same that came off Shingo not moments earlier. Shingo, however, smiled with amusement. The way these assholes talked a lot of shit, acting like the hottest motherfuckers around, only to start shitting themselves at his short goth girlfriend. Deep down he was grateful she always acted quickly to defend him.
“Would you be so kind as to fucking repeat that again? I’d love to hear it once more only to cut you off as I castrate those pathetic things you call balls. With. A. Spoon.” Her tone was low, deep, and her speech eerily proper for such an insult. She smiled at them, and they could’ve called it innocent if not for her eyes, murderous posture, and choice of words.
They quickly stuttered out apologies as they scrambled over each other trying to run off anywhere that wasn’t near her. Shingo stood up from his place on the hood, to come up beside her, wrapping his right arm around her back to rest his hand on the side of her hip, squeezing lightly as a silent notion to walk with him. She smiled warmly towards him, no longer holding hidden malice. Sneaking her left hand in his front right pants pocket to hold onto him they walked over to her friend who was snickering at the whole ordeal, calling them idiots and looking like deer in headlights that had enough brain cells left to run.
When it was announced that the race was coming to an end soon and the competitors only had a few more corners to cover, Shingo leaned into his girl’s ear. “Hey baby, why don’t we head out first and turn the downhill into a practice run for ‘ya, hmm? Go set up the tape n’ our phones, yeah? I’ll catch up to you in a minute and watch your form.” Kissing the shell of her ear, he handed her his phone and his keys. She nodded excitedly, practically prancing over to their matching EGs.
Sitting in the passenger seat of Shingo’s car she pulled the gumtape out of the glovebox cutting off two long strips. She called his phone with hers, pressing the answer button putting them both on speaker, then attaching the tape to the front of their phones, sticking his to the dashboard securely above the air vents. Doing the same to her phone in her car, she threw Shingo’s keys back at him as he reached the front of his car, talking with a few of the NightKids he was cool with.
Glancing over to her, he gave her a small swing of his head in the direction of the downhill with a cigarette dangling between the smirk he wore. She nearly giggled to herself as she hopped in her sleek black EG. Starting the car and exiting the parking lot slowly, avoiding the spectators still present, she pulled onto the road, the ecstatic sound of her engine reverberating through the pass. Shingo finished up his small talk with the boys, putting out his cigarette and starting the car, he peeled out of the parking lot, speeding along to catch up to his girl.
As (Y/N) cleared the first few corners she could see people on the sidelines ahead turning their heads in her direction as she sped the car around the corners and straightaways. Some commented about having never seen a black EG6 around Gunma before, let alone Myogi. After she had passed around the next corner, another Civic engine was heard, it was louder and the occasional backfire from the exhaust could be heard. The scarlet FR Killer drifted around the tight corner before recovering flawlessly, gaining speed and repeating the same maneuver. The dark aura it gave off as its headlights blinded the spectators' eyes, sent chills down their spines as they realized Shingo may not like having another EG6 to compete with locally.
Soon, his headlights appeared in her rearview mirrors, and she sighed in relief that he finally showed up. She was starting to get nervous and felt like she was going to mess up a corner if she kept handbraking to drift like she was. It always terrified her that it was going to spin out by using the handbrake to drift instead of the wheels like everyone else. He began closing the gap quickly and she felt giddier the closer he got.
The fact so many people were present put her under pressure as well. She braked and turned the wheel left, gripping around a corner, but slower than she did just last night. “You can take these corners a little faster baby, you’ll be fine.” She heard Shingo’s voice softly say from her phone’s speaker. Looking in her mirror again she saw his headlights getting bigger and could make out a bit of red.
“I know… this many people here are making me nervous… feel like I’m gonna fuck up. And the drifting still bothers me.” She sighed out, stepping on the gas at the start of the straightaway. His lights disappeared for a split second before shining back after a drift around the corner she just passed. At this point, almost everyone still on the sidelines watched the two EGs get closer together and they felt that same bone chilling aura come off the red one.
“Man, Shoji’s getting mad close to that other EG, you think he’s gonna tap the bumper like he does with the others?” one guy exclaimed, worried he was going to pull the move and they’d end up getting hit by the black mass of the new Civic. The word spread quickly down the pass with walkie talkies and phone calls that the NightKids second best was tailing behind the black Civic. All sorts of assumptions that he was reverting to his old ways of bumping into cars to make them lose control became the topic of the spectators. “But the black one is also an FF, it wouldn’t lose control that easily, bumped or not, right?” some would ask, others replying with, “If the driver isn’t skilled enough, anyone’s gonna spin out and lose control at a high-speed corner.”
The mass had mixed emotions, some being excited to see the FR Killer in action, and others worried someone was going to wreck and slam into a guardrail, taking others with them. As the two civics gained on the next corner, Shingo’s front bumper was at least only a few inches away from (Y/N)’s rear. “When we drift on this corner, pull the brake gently and only about a fourth of the way up to start, push it down some then back up again to hold the drift alright, baby?” Shingo instructed and she replied with a soft “Okay.”
They braked at the same time, entering their drifts in tandem. The crowd at the corner nearly shit themselves thinking Shingo had hit her, but someone called out with, “Holy shit, they’re drifting as close together as the Takahashi’s can!” The side of their car’s only inches apart and they recovered from the drift once again at the same time, and he held his position close behind her. Their engines roaring and growling in roughly the same tunes as they upshifted, accelerating down the short straightaway before repeating another drift.
“Damn it. I messed up those corners, Shinnn!” she whined, complaining that her line was off slightly. She heard him chuckle at the other end, “You did fine, hot stuff. You recovered outta that pretty well. Just keep goin’, I’m right behind ‘ya.”
“I feel like with you so close I’m gonna mess up a drift or something and take you with me. This handbrake stuff is kinda freaky, you sure we can’t drift with all the wheels like FRs if we put enough power in it to slide?”
“Nope. The slide comes from the brake; most effective way to drift our cars, sweetheart.” She groaned once more, him chuckling at her cute complaints.
When they reached the longest straight away of Myogi, he jerked the wheel to get in the lane beside her and line up their cars. He looked over at her, giving her one of those rare softish smirks she only ever saw when they were alone. She grinned, sticking her tongue out at him before locking eyes back on the road with a giggle. Rolling his eyes, he did the same and the crowd at the upcoming corner widened their eyes at the four headlights rapidly approaching them. “Why the hell are they next to each other now?! Neither can make a pass, the road’s too narrow here!”
“Shingo’s pissed, isn’t he? He seriously wants this guy off his home course.” Funny how no one outside of the cars knew of the little spectacle seconds prior and that Shingo’s supposed rival was a woman, let alone his girlfriend. “You’d think he’d appreciate another FF in the area, an EG6 on top of it, but damn, he’s really gotta be the best, huh?”
“Stay at the speed you’re goin’ and grip around the first half of this corner then pull the handbrake up almost halfway, release it, up again at a fourth, then down again. You know the wheel’s gonna give you that resistance, just keep pulling it right in small jolts, not too far though. Keep that left hand on your shifter and shift up to fifth just as you’re coming out of the corner, got it?” he instructed a bit more seriously, seeing as this was the largest corner on Myogi as well, providing the means for a longer drift. Replying with a quick “yeah,” Shingo braked first, taking his place back behind her and moving to the outside line, he copied her movements, watching her technique like a hawk and seeing her pull off a perfect drift and keeping the wheel resistance at bay beautifully. “Atta girl, baby.” he said proudly.
She smiled at his words, shifting to fifth gear and pulling out of the corner in tandem with him. The crowd’s jaws were to the floor, slowly looking at one another in disbelief. “Why do I feel like they’re working together…?” and “Man, I’ve got chills. I thought we were gonna die for a minute” came from several people.
Looking in her mirror, eyes landing on Shin’s Civic, she visibly relaxed. The sight of his car behind her always gave her comfort and reassurance when she was pushing her practices like this. He’s only ever bumped into her once and it helped to stabilize her when she began sliding too tightly. It was a practice night like this, no one on the pass and she started to turn into a corner too sharply, knowing she couldn’t pull herself out of it, he sped up just enough to tap the part of her bumper that was closest to him on the outside just before she started to slide and her car regained its grip on the road from straightening out some.
Since then, knowing he’s behind her and sensing if she does something too quickly or tightly, he’s there to buffer her. It was funny knowing the mere sight of his car in others’ mirrors meant trouble but to her it was a sign that her man had her back.
It didn’t take much longer for them to reach the end of the pass, and continue into the city, slowing down to the speed limits. They made small talk over the phone speakers, arriving home within minutes. Parking and taking the tape off their phones, they exit and lock the cars, heading up the stairs to their apartment. The second they cross the threshold of the door and the sound of it locking resonates, Shingo’s hands are on her hips, rubbing down to the back of her thighs and up to hold her ass. Squeezing the soft flesh he loves to revel in, she tilts her head up to look at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding her wrists.
“Something on your mind, sir?” she smirked knowingly, her eyes flicking between his own and his mouth as she bit her bottom lip, one of her lip rings disappearing behind her teeth in the way that drives him crazy.
“Call me that again and we’ll see where it gets you.” He growled, lowering his head to nip at her neck, his hands gripping the soft plush of her rear once more as she whispers his name with a drawl. Lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrap around his thin waist, and she can immediately feel the boner in his pants rubbing against her as he took them to their room. Dropping her back first into the bed, he hovered over her, intertwining a hand with hers as their lips met feverishly. “You are…” a deep kiss “so fucking hot…” another laced with tongue “when you drive.” He finished, breathily between kisses. Their tongues danced roughly, (Y/N)’s tongue piercing drew out the most enticing of moans from the man above her.
His hand travelled quickly to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head, then quickly unhooking her bra, throwing it across the room. His lightly calloused fingers were already working at the button of her jeans and the zipper, yanking them down by the thighs as she helped kick them off, bending forward to take her socks off with them. Leaving her in only lacy red panties, she smiled up innocently at him, seeing his mouth looking like it wanted to water at the sight.
“Got a little surprise for you, Shin.” His eyes flicked up to hers in curiosity, silently prompting her to reveal it. She flipped onto her stomach revealing that it was his name in the form of English letters, strung across the top string of her panties, like a charm bracelet, the letters were covered in small diamonds. He nearly came in his pants from the sight alone. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his reaction. Biting her lip as he reached out run his fingers over the letter and lace, he growled out, “You’re really making it difficult to not rip these off of you.”
“Well, I intend on wearing them again, so if you take them off nicely, you can have me any way you’d like.” She said with that mind-fucking seductive tone. Inhaling deeply, he did as she said, with much restraint. Taking hold of her thighs he began to twist them, silently telling her to turn back over. She made herself comfortable, lying back down, hair splayed around her head. Shingo knelt and hooked her thighs over his shoulders, spreading them out just a bit further before he hummed, pleased with the sight before him, he dove in, licking a flat stripe up her clit. Hearing her gasp for a breath was only the start of his motivation. Digging his fingers into the muscle of her thighs, he changed his game, pointing his tongue to push into her, curling it up, swirling, and licking repeatedly. Each time her thighs tensed, he’d rub his thumbs against them, a silent command she’s come to learn to relax them.
Curling his tongue up, he pushed it inward, pressing against her clit, earning him a string of delicious moans and whimpers of his name from her pretty throat. He knew his woman inside and out. He would have her convulsing within minutes as he kept up his ministrations. Her thighs would tense and relax occasionally, her hands tugging at his dark hair, especially when he prodded at certain areas.
“Shingo.” She huffed out, her pants continuing and growing heavier as she neared closer to release. When he started thrusting his tongue in and retracting outward with an upward curl, her whines grew, thighs tensed to the point no rubbing was going to relax them, and her fingers tangled tightly in his hair.
His signature high pitched chuckle emitted from the back of his throat as he eagerly lapped up her release, kneading her thighs as he hummed at the sweet taste of her. Her sweet moans and whines were music to his ears. Pulling away from her as her convulsions lessened to nothingness, he wiped the remaining bits around his mouth with his thumb before sucking it off, eyes half-lidded as he held her gaze.
“Look at you. All fucked out and we barely started, pretty girl. You want more o’ me?” he hovered over her once again, gently brushing strands of her hair out of her face, soaking in her features and cloudy eyes. She nodded almost tiredly, mumbling “Always want you, Shin. ‘M never gonna get enough of you.” Her pouty voice and the way her arms lift tiredly to reach for his forearms, holding onto him limply, made his dick twitch, reminding him how painfully constricted he was.
“Move up and get comfy baby girl, you know damn well you’re gonna take all of me.” Pushing himself upright, he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up his back and over, stripping himself of it completely. (Y/N) was nearly drooling at the lovely sight. No matter how many times she’s seen him take his shirt off that way daily, it always sparked many thoughts in the wide and deep rabbit hole that was her mind.
She barely processed how quickly he freed himself of his pants and tight boxers before crawling on top of her, the sensation of his deliciously hard cock rubbing against her soaked folds pulling her from her light daze. Instinctively, she hooked her leg over his calf, a known sense of comfort and closeness she’d come to love so easily. His lips kiss across the collarbone she has the Kanji of his name tattooed on. Being there when she got it, it’s his favourite tattoo of hers. So much in fact, he purposely nips and bites and sucks at the skin next to it, leaving his mark on her soft skin as he pushes himself into her slowly. Breathing deeply, she squeezes his arm with one hand and claws at his back with the other. “Relax, babe… squeezin’ me too tight.” He strained out, breath hot against her skin.
Stopping his movements he waited until she relaxed enough before grasping her hip and bottoming out inside her in one large thrust. The loud moan she rewarded him with was sure to wake the neighbors, but he didn’t give a shit. He had to reward his girl for driving so well earlier. Give her some more motivation to practice even harder tomorrow night. “Fuck, you always take me so well, don’t ‘cha sweet girl?” she nodded quickly, wanting more and wiggling her hips to gain even the slightest friction.
Giving into her wishes, and his own, he set his usual rough and fast pace. What he may lack slightly compared to others in girth and length he certainly makes up for with skill and that slight upward curve that hits her g-spot head on within seconds. Her head tilts back further into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and rolling to the back of her head as she moans Shingo’s name, though quieter than the first time. Her nails claw deeper into his back, leaving red marks, even drawing small bits of blood in some spots as he whimpers out “Fuck baby, God, this pussy was made for my cock.” His whimpers turned to loud whines as he continued to pump inside of her, his words, sounds and the feeling of his cock overwhelming her as she clenches around him and he releases a higher pitched groan, his fingers digging further into her hip, the other taking a gentle hold around her throat. His thumb lightly rubs the side of her neck, and she opens her mouth partially, the small tip of her tongue protruding just past her teeth to bite it at the lovely feeling of her new necklace starting to gently squeeze but not cut off airflow. Her eyes roll back once more, this time the full whites of her eyes showing, a breathy whine vibrating against his hand.
Recognizing the familiar pattern of her walls fluttering and clenching against him on top of the sudden pants and deep breaths she takes in, he rolls his hips, getting a slightly deeper thrust in earning a hiccup from her. “S-Shin…” she stuttered his name several times, not being able to say it completely. “I know baby, you’ll get to cum soon. Hold out a little longer for me, yeah?” his words turned raspy, along with his breathy groans.
“I can’t. I can’t Shin… wanna cum, please.” Small tears threatened to fall at the corners of her eyes when he increased his brutal pace. It felt like he was hitting places deeper than she thought existed. “Heh. Look at that baby,” He panted a few times, “really were made for me, weren’t ‘cha? Can see myself a bit in you.” His words confused her hazy mind, she turned her head to the side, to see what he meant, her side vision not catching anything out of the ordinary until he took one of her hands, covering it completely with his bigger one and placing it down on her lower stomach, applying some pressure where she could feel that region rising and falling slightly every time he thrusted in and pulled out.
Mumbling his name then a string of incoherent words, she weakly grabbed the arm he used to keep balance, trying her best to grasp firmly despite her hand falling repeatedly the more she tried to hold onto him as she came. The string of convulses in her walls, had him cum right after, a line of curses pouring out of his mouth. Shingo dropped onto his arm, using his forearm and elbow to keep himself from crushing her. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Shingo grabbed her thigh, lifting it so her calf would wrap around his back as he slowly rolled them over into a sitting position with her straddling his pelvis.
She groaned weakly, his still throbbing cock inside of her. He got comfortable leaning back against the headboard as he ran a hand over her hair softly, his other hand resting on the softness of her thigh, rubbing and kneading it lightly. Her head rested on his shoulder; face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her arms hung limply at her side, but she didn’t care, he wore her out good.
Through the haze of her mind and the delicious soreness between her thighs, she could feel a small trail of Shingo’s cum leak down her thigh, sticking to her gently, a ghostly reminder of how good he treats her. She makes a small move with the intent to get up and try to clean up before she falls asleep, however her man pushes her back down onto his cock by the hips and she chokes out a small hiccup. “Hold on baby. Want ‘cha to stay like this a ‘lil longer, wanna feel you a little closer to me, yeah?” he says lowly, his usual raspy voice once again present.
She only nodded slowly, her senses focusing more on the feeling his cum drip further down both of her thighs now. Hiding her face deeper into his neck and pressing her chest closer to his, he chuckled seeing the dim shine on her thigh. “Mmm, made quite a mess of you, haven’t I?” his hand tangled in her hair, pulling it gently to the side to show her neck, leaving a teasing, light kiss on the sensitive skin. “Heh, nothing I love more than showing you that you’re mine, right sweet girl?” he adjusts his hips, making his cock shift inside of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from his girl.
“Shh, baby. Can’t help but wanna feel the inside of you more. You’re just so fuckin’ warm… makin’ me wanna stay like this forever. Just wanna keep you nice n’ warm, keep you full of my cum n’ never let you leave.” His voice sounded so sweet and soft in contrast to his delicious, filthy words.
“Mhmm,” she hummed lightly, “Always gonna want you, Shin.”
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So nakazato is your favorite? What do you like about him?
Heheheh.
Short answer: Y e s.
Long answer: Everything. Man's hot af, sounds hot af, both English and Japanese. His skills are actually really fuckin' good, and like Shingo once said in Extra Stage: "No one can drive an R32 around this area like Takeshi can." So by god I wanna rail him even more now. I am completely normal. :)
In seriousness though, in First Stage I immediately noted how when Takumi and I believe it was Keisuke in their race, Takeshi watched from a corner with a few other guys and he picked up on Takumi's move and the auras within a few seconds. So, that had me like, "damnnn." They really didn't do Takeshi justice with his losses, but despite that, Takeshi was able to hold Takumi off during their race for at least half the course, deal with the pressure of both being in front and his tires all at the same time. As someone who also tends to crack under pressure in general circumstances, I understand him, I'd shit bricks if I had to do all that. However, I feel like he was one of Takumi's moat humbled opponents (aside from Ryosuke of course, he took the loss like a champ) because sure he hit the guardrail, but he didn't race like Shingo, and didn't have the attitude Keisuke kept after his loss as well. Takeshi did talk some shit about beating him and like Ryosuke said "Nakazato's got a big mouth, but at least he has the skills to back it up."
Thus also proving even Ryosuke reapects his ability to a degree. Yeah, he was made to lose in every race he had, even the one of Myogi against Keisuke but he at least didn't crash there. If you take out Shigeno's plot for the show and his plans for Takeshi, I feel like he'd really excel, and even with losses, we can't win everything and his humbleness and willingness to accept it wasn't the car that lost, but him, shows he's a grounded guy. And he's my baby boy. 🤭
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What was your first impression of shingo? The way they set him up as a villain made me want to smack him around but seeing his tears after he crashed his car changed everything. Immediately turned him into a little meow meow in my mind
Oh boy! I used to own the 8th gen Civic, so seeing a Civic there for the first time I was all, "Aww hell yeah." And seeing Shingo bump Iketani and Itsuki was kinda shitty, yeah, but at the same time he definitely had that intimidating vibe so it was more anticipation to see what he was gonna do in each episode.
I definitely admire the way Takumi could adapt to gumtape so quickly, but when you really break it down, it's even more impressive with Shingo, because he probably only at most 2 years to practice that. Seeing as you get your driving licence at 18 in Japan, and he's 20 in Stage 1, he somehow landed his Civic very shortly after and had to grind every night and probably retrain himself to brake with the left foot. He also had to learn how much to lift the hand brake, drive with one hand on the wheel, other on the shifter, etc...
Thus, in a two year span, it appears in the show that's he's basically mastered the art of gumtape since he races so relaxed and doesn't show signs of worry about his skill or the car's handling.
So, while he may be an asshole before his humbling loss, I grew to like him a lot more afterwards especially in Extra Stage, he definitely appears much more docile with Sayuki, Mako and Takeshi, even. It also shows that he reapects women racers which is peak. So, I really grew to like him, lol. 🫨
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Takumi Fujiwara - Forever Young
• Fujiwara Takumi x Reader | Smut |
• Word Count: 2,678.
• Synopsis: In which a night to spectate a race turns into a night full of jealous passion due to the gestures of a blonde racer's flirts, and the legendary 8-6 driver doesn't take that too well.
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Takumi was finally convinced by Itsuki to come and see a race and for the first time in a while, he wasn't the one participating in it. Takumi agreed to go for that reason and invited his girlfriend to tag along. (Y/N) happily agreed and now the three of them sat in the 8-6 as Takumi drove to the mountain the race was taking place on.
"Why does she get to sit in front, Takumi? I'm your best friend and this was my idea!" Itsuki complained from the backseat, a large pout on his face. "Because." Takumi replied shortly.
"Wha-? Because why?!" Itsuki glared at his best friend.
"One, you sat in front last time, two, you had the chance to ride shotgun with Iketani, and three, the lady will always get to sit in front. You can deal with the backseat for one day." Takumi said and glanced at (Y/N) giving her a small smile before turning his eyes back to the road. She blushed and smiled at his words and the fond expression he gave her.
"Ugh, Takumi! You can't just use (Y/N) as an excuse to kick me to the back of the car."
"Yes, I can." Takumi and (Y/N) chuckled when Itsuki turned red, mumbling complaints. The rest of the car ride was quiet for the most part until small conversations were started in between. Takumi found an empty parking spot, Iketani pulling into the spot next to him. The group of friends all found a small area to chill out at and get a good view to see the cars take off when the race starts.
They talked and joked amongst themselves until it was announced that the race was about to start. As soon as they watched the cars take off and speed around the corner everyone went back to chatting, but this time about who was going to win. "I'm gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?" (Y/N) asked as she pointed to the vending machine behind her with her thumb. The boys perked up and nodded, telling her what they wanted and giving an enthusiastic 'thank you' as she headed to the vending machine.
After getting the requested drinks and putting them in the small bag she brought she turned around and bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She looked up, seeing it was Keisuke.
"You're fine, gorgeous." He chuckled lightly and winked. (Y/N) smiled awkwardly and nodded slowly. "So, you're a fan of street races?" He asked, sitting on the hood of his FD that was parked right next to them.
"Yeah, I love them and cars." She scratched the back of her head shyly, mentally scolding herself for an awkward response.
Takumi looked over to where (Y/N) was, wondering what was taking her so long. When his eyes landed her and Keisuke, who was clearly trying to flirt with her, he glared at the blonde, walking over to them. He didn't want to look like the clingy, demanding type of boyfriend, but he didn't want this to turn out similar to the incident with Natsuki. He loved (Y/N) and it would kill him if he let the egoistic blonde take her from him.
"If you want to see what a real racer is like, maybe I could take you for a ride sometime." With a charming smile, Keisuke winked at her. Her blush worsened and she stammered over her words.
"That won't be necessary." Takumi said from behind her, causing her to turn around. He gave one more glare to Keisuke and gently grabbed (Y/N)'s arm, taking her back to their group. Luckily their friends didn't notice Takumi even left and happily took their drinks from (Y/N).
"We're leaving. Itsuki, ride home with Iketani and Kenji." Was all Takumi said before leading her to the 8-6. The guys looked at one another, confused. (Y/N) said nothing as they got in the car, not wanting to anger Takumi further incase he thought she returned Keisuke's flirts. Takumi drove a little ways down the pass until he turned onto a small road that was mostly hidden by trees –you wouldn't have seen it if it weren't for the sign- leading to an empty parking lot. He parked the 8-6 and got out, leaving the headlights up. (Y/N) watched him for a minute as he paced around the side of the car, head lowered and a hand under his chin, as if thinking.
She decided to get out and move towards him. "Takumi...?" She asked hesitantly. Surprising her, he pinned (Y/N) against the side of the 8-6, making sure not to hurt her as well. Their eyes met and his bore into hers, as if searching for an answer. "Do you love me?" He asked, his tone laced with a small sense of insecurity.
"Yes Takumi, always." (Y/N) replied, no hesitation or wavering in her voice. With that, Takumi brought a hand to the back of her neck, placing his lips on hers. She could feel his inner conflict just from his kisses. A mixture of long, sweet, and passionate, along with the occasional short, rough kisses. He wanted to be sweet and gentle like he normally is, but the jealousy was getting to him. Takumi felt like he had to show (Y/N) that she was his, as much as he is hers.
The hand on her neck was soon tangled in her soft hair, and the other roamed along her sides and back. (Y/N) had a hand in his soft, brown hair and the other holding onto his arm as she returned his kisses just as feverishly. Their cheeks were both dusted over with a blush which only got deeper when their tongues came in contact with one another.
Takumi eventually trailed both hands down to her hips. Wrapping his arms around them, he picked her up and moved to the front of the car. When her back was pressed against the hood, still a bit warm from the engine, she got a good look at her boyfriend.
His hair was messy and covered his eyes a bit. His cheeks were red along with his lips, and his eyes were glazed over. They held different emotions in them, love, lust, and jealousy. The brightness from the headlights illuminated his sides and made him glow. She was pulled from her trance when he slipped his cold fingers under her shirt. It sent a shiver down her spine, and only added to the heat that was slowly building up between her legs.
He leaned down to her neck, the ends of his bangs slightly tickling her skin. He left soft kisses along one side and switched to the other. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Their hips were nearly touching, and she could feel the tent of his pants against her heat.
He accidently nipped at her collarbone a bit too hard causing her yelp. Takumi lightly ran his tongue over the bite in apology, giving it multiple light kisses before pulling away.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly, giving her a small peck on the lips. "It's alright, now I have a reason to get back at you." She smirked lightly, giving him a small nip on his ear. His breath hitched and his hold on her tightened. Takumi picked her up off the hood and took hold of her arm, leading her to the passenger side.
Sitting inside, he pulled her with him, so she was straddling his lap. They started another heated make-out session, (Y/N)'s hand that was tangled in his hair tugged on it a bit. She was pleased when Takumi moaned, even when muffled by their kiss. She did it again and this time he let out a more desperate whine.
Pulling back, Takumi looked at (Y/N) with clouded half-lidded eyes. "Get in the back." He said breathily and slid the seat back, making it easier for them to climb over the center console. Takumi flicked the headlights off then crawled back, hovering over (Y/N). Keeping her word, now was the time to get back at him.
She placed her hands on the back of his knees and slowly trailed them up his thighs. His tightened his grip on the top of the seat trying to stifle a moan. When her hands reached the top of the underside of his thighs, she gave them a squeeze and trailed her hands to the upper side of them.
Takumi whimpered and his legs started feeling weaker. She barely even did anything, too. She dragged her fingers lightly and teasingly down the top of his thighs, earning her small moans throughout the duration. "(Y-Y/N), s-stop." Takumi stuttered through his small pants of breaths. The look on his face said the complete opposite of his words.
To think his thighs were such a sensitive place on him. She continued her teasing saying, "This is my revenge." Takumi gave a particularly loud whine right before his legs gave out from under him and ended up straddling (Y/N)'s lap.
His head lowered to rest on her right collarbone, his hands falling from the top of the seats to weakly hold onto her shoulders. His body shook and his breathing was heavy. "I didn't know that was such a weak spot for you, Tak." (Y/N) gently lifted his head, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. He sighed and leaned into her touch. He shifted slightly and his hard arousal brushed against (Y/N)'s.
They moaned in unison and Takumi reached down to undo his zipper, loosening up his pants. (Y/N) tugged on his shirt, lifting it up over his head revealing his lean upper half. Takumi didn't have major definitions or a six-pack, but his lean form was quite... appetizing.
Takumi made quick work of (Y/N)'s button up shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. With a major blush that spread to his ears, he lightly trailed his fingers down her chest. The soft feeling of her breasts tempted him to squeeze them and when he did, the moan he earned from her was heavenly.
He finally regained some feeling in his legs and used it to move the both of them sideways. (Y/N) laid flat on the seats, Takumi still on top of her. With his right hand next to (Y/N)'s head and pressed against the seat to maintain balance, he used his other to snake around to her back to unclip her bra. He locked eyes with her, waiting for her approval.
When she nodded, he undid the clips and pulled it off. Pushing himself up, he moved the rest of his weight to his legs. Using both hands to work on her pants, he gave his attention to her breasts, his mouth doing wonders. (Y/N) gripped his hair with a hand and bicep with the other.
Lifting her hips, he slid her pants down and she kicked them off once they were at her ankles. He rubbed his thumb over her heat making her whimper and writhe around. "Takumi..." Pressing harder, he made circular movements, wanting to hear her make more of those lovely sounds.
He slid a finger into her, earning a small moan from his moderate paced movements. Takumi added another, then another, picking up the pace. (Y/N) moaned his name loudly, tugging on his hair making him groan.
Just before she was about to come, Takumi withdrew his fingers. She whined in protest, making him chuckle. "It's what you get for teasing me, beautiful."
"Just fuck me Takumi, come on!" She nearly begged and the desperate look on her face was something that Takumi sadly couldn't resist. Taking off his pants then boxers, he lined himself up at her entrance and pushed in slowly. Moaning in unison, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his back holding him firmly while held her hip with one hand and balanced himself with the other.
He gave her time to adjust to his size then gave a few light experimental thrusts. When she made a pleased noise, he deepened his thrusts, slowly picking up the pace. She could feel his hot breath when he lowered his head next to her ear. "I don't like the way he was looking at you like that." Takumi said lowly, giving a sharp thrust that made her breath hitch. "Thinking he'd win you over with his shitty flirts and let him fuck you in his car." He growled, thrusting deep.
(Y/N) leaned her head back, her eyes rolling back as well as she moaned. "Takumi!"
"My name is the only name I want to hear you scream. You're mine and I'm not letting anyone else have you." Takumi spoke with a deep voice that (Y/N) didn't even know he had. That made her want to come on the spot. He thrust in and out at fast paces, the 8-6 rocking back and forth quite noticeably due to its soft suspension. If anyone were around, they'd easily be able to see what was happening.
"What's my name?" Takumi said after a few minutes.
"Takumi." She moaned lightly.
"Louder. What's my name?" He repeated, his tone, firmer.
"Takumi!"
"Louder, (Y/N)! I want to hear you scream it!"
"TAKUMI!"
She screamed as loud as she could, Takumi giving a last series of rough thrusts before coming with a low groan. (Y/N) came after him, her nails digging into his skin. "Fuck, Takumi." She said with deep breaths.
"I wasn't... too rough... was I?" He said between heavy pants as he caught his breath and pulled out. She shook her head, "No, that was fucking amazing. I like when you're jealous." (Y/N) smiled jokingly. "I wasn't jealous." Takumi huffed and looked to the side, cheeks pink. "Sure, you weren't." She giggled as they got dressed, a bit awkwardly since there wasn't a lot of room to easily put their pants back on.
"I should get you home, huh? Probably really late by now." Takumi lowered the passenger seat and pushed it forwards, making it easier to get out. "Heh, yeah."
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"Thank you, Takumi." She leaned over towards him, giving him a loving kiss on his soft lips. He happily returned it, a smile gracing his features. "Call me if you want to go somewhere on the weekend, okay?" She said as she opened the door and got out. "Yeah, will do. Have a good night, (Y/N)."
"You too, Takumi!" She shut the door and he watched her until she was inside her house before driving off.
When he got home, his dad was outside smoking his usual cigarettes. He parked the 8-6 in the driveway and got out. "You're home pretty late. Where have you been?" He asked then took a drag of his cigarette. "I was at the race I told you about before I left, and uh..." Takumi scratched the back of his head, flustered.
"And?" His dad pressed, with a raised eyebrow. "I-I uh, kind of... maybe did it... with my girlfriend... in t-the 8-6..." Now his cheeks were full on red as well as his ears. Takumi stared at the ground intensely, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Bunta stopped taking a drag halfway through and slowly turned his head towards his son. He gave Takumi a poker-faced closed-eye glare.
"...where?"
How was Takumi supposed to answer that? They technically did it everywhere on and in the car. The side of it, the hood, the passenger seat, and back seat. He chuckled nervously.
"Yes."
He quickly scampered into the house and beelined it up to his room, closing the door. Bunta hummed, his face blank of all expression. He wasn't sure if he wanted to inspect the car like he wants to, or if it would be best to just leave it alone. He ended up going with the latter and was at least happy he didn't find any evidence. The car looked normal on the outside and he saw no dents or scratches either.
At least his son knows how to keep the car in pristine condition even when doing... that.
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Ryosuke Takahashi - I Want To Feel You
• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut |
• Word Count: 3,015.
• Synopsis: In which back pain has the Project D leader innocently asking his girlfriend for a relieving massage only for it to escalate to something that has the normally calm and collected Takahashi to become a beautiful and submissive mess.
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Another long night for Project D ended, and the team was bound for home. The twin aces took the lead while the vans followed from behind. Ryosuke rode in van one and in the front seat as (Y/N) drove, flicking her eyes between the road and watching Keisuke's taillights for when he braked. Ryosuke found her presence and calm driving much more pleasant than Kenta's or Fumihiro's who wanted to talk about the Project or racing strategies the whole time.
While he occasionally enjoyed the new ideas either of the two would conjure in their heads, tonight, however, he really needed a break. So, he was thankful (Y/N) understood he wasn't in the mood for chatter just by looking at the poor man. The ever-growing dark bags under his eyes were slowly getting worse by the day. Balancing university work and Project D was not as amazing and easy as everyone thought it was.
That, and taking cat naps in the seat of the van wasn't the most comfortable. He was getting a real ache in his neck, shoulders and back from it. He wondered if it would be asking too much from (Y/N) for a little massage when they got home. She was working as hard as the others and staying up just as late.
After a several-hour drive all the way back to Gunma and into Takasaki, the vans were dropped off and everyone returned to their respective cars, heading home. (Y/N) was an angel, deciding to drop Ryosuke off at the mansion before taking the van to the small site they put together for the Project and getting a ride back with Keisuke.
When the two returned, he was still awake, deciding to finish up some last-minute work while he was still conscious and functioning. With Keisuke going straight to bed, and quite possibly falling asleep the minute his head hit the pillow, (Y/N) lightly walked into her boyfriend's room. Just as she shut the door, he shut off and closed his laptop, finally done for the night.
Getting up and turning towards her, she gave him a soft smile before rummaging through the closet for her night clothes. "Dear? Would it be alright if I could get a massage from you? Just for a little while? My back is getting a bit worse for wear." Ryosuke asked, almost shyly.
(Y/N) looked over towards him and nodded, "Of course, hun. Let me change really quick and I'll be ready." Leaving the room as quietly as she entered, she headed to the bathroom to change. As she did so, Ryosuke stripped himself of his shirt and changed into much more comfortable pants before lying down on his stomach, arms under the pillow as he rested his head on it.
(Y/N) gently knocked on the door, waiting until Ryosuke gave a light "come in". "I brought some of that mint lotion. Says it's supposed to help with stress if you want some?" she moved towards his bed, setting her leg on the mattress before sitting on it, the other hanging off the side. Ryosuke thought for a moment before nodding and giving a small, "Sure."
(Y/N) readjusted her position, now straddling his hips. She moved the small bottle of lotion between her calf and thigh, holding it there securely. She gave it two pumps then rubbed her hands together before placing them on Ryosuke's lower back and moving them up slowly. Ryosuke sighed the moment he felt her hands in him. She applied the perfect amount of pressure and ran over all the right spots.
"You work yourself too much, hun. I can feel all these little knots in your muscles." (Y/N) said lightly, rubbing more lotion on her hands and moving them across his broad shoulders. When she came across another knot, she used her thumbs to dig into it and loosen it. Ryosuke sighed pleasantly at each one, almost accidentally letting a moan out instead. Luckily for him, she didn't seem to notice.
"You need to take a break more often and give us some more of the work to help you. We can take care of more than just what you've been giving us." She explained in a gentle manner, but he could tell she was scolding him. (Y/N) pushed down on another tight spot near the crevice of his shoulder and neck, this time getting a short moan out of the man. He could feel a slight heat spread across his cheeks, almost embarrassed, but she was doing too amazing of a job to tell her to stop.
"Again... please." Ryosuke whispered.
(Y/N) repeated the ministrations, applying a bit more pressure and this time, earning a long, deep sigh from him. At first, she figured he must be really pent up with the stress, but when she would take her hands off of him to reapply lotion, she heard quiet whines and whimpers come from the man beneath her. When she put her hands back on him, fingers trailing along the smooth muscles of his back, he'd sigh pleasantly.
She decided to try something. A little confirmation experiment of sorts. Putting her hands near the waistband of his pants, she moved them up along the sides of his spine until they reached his shoulders. As she leaned over him, she placed a light, almost ghosting kiss on the shell of his ear before retreating. He whimpered at the contact and moved to turn over. It was a bit awkward to do, being unexpected by (Y/N) and the position she was in. Once he was settled on his back, Ryosuke looked up at her with his gorgeous sapphire eyes. His hands found the hem of her shirt and lightly tugged on them.
"What's the matter Ryo? You want to be done?" she asked, knowing full well that's not the case.
"No... kiss me." He averted his eyes, fingers still playing with her shirt as a tinge of pink dusted his cheeks.
"I thought I already did?" she tilted her head in feint innocence. (Y/N) rested her hands on his stomach, keeping them still. He whined at the much-wanted contact, pulling her closer by the shirt. (Y/N) could tell how touch starved he was. The small glances he snuck at her during the expedition nights. The small touches he gave her when he went to grab something next to her.
He wanted to hold and cuddle her for hours and for so long, but he had so little time to do any of it. The only time he got the chance was when they went to bed for the night, but he would be unconscious for most of it. He didn't get to relish the feeling when asleep. Ryosuke just wanted to feel her. He wanted her touch, her warmth, everything.
He didn't realize he spaced out nor was making small whimpers and whines at the thoughts until (Y/N) said, "Stop whining, love. If you wanted me so bad, you know you could've just asked." She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he's been waiting so long for. He kissed back desperately, wrapping his arms around her waist.
(Y/N) tangled one hand in his dark, soft hair while the other trailed along his chest and stomach, tracing the outlines of his muscles. Sliding her tongue across Ryosuke's bottom lip, he let her explore the territory. When her tongue came in contact with his, Ryosuke dug his fingers into her waist. (Y/N) tugged on his hair, pulling his head back to reveal more of his neck. The man beneath her let out a moan when she lightly pulled on his tongue with her teeth before moving down to the side of his neck. She left a trail of hot kisses and hickeys along both sides, ending with a small nip on his Adam's apple.
She continued downward, kissing at the smooth skin of his chest. She left occasional purple marks that trailed down to his stomach. Ryosuke's breathing had picked up substantially, his chest noticeably rising and falling with heavy breaths. His arms had gone mostly limp, letting them lie at his sides. As she made her way back up, his breath hitched majorly as she ran her tongue up the side of his neck. He bit his bottom lip, attempting to keep down the moan that was threatening to escape his throat.
Sitting up, (Y/N) took in the sight of him. His cheeks and ears were now a darker shade of pink, his eyes half-lidded, and the way he was biting his lip gave her the urge to do it for him. He was truly a work of art in this condition and it was saved solely for her.
"Look at you," she said quietly, almost a whisper, "gorgeous," she gently cupped the side of his face with a hand, "ravaging," she slowly moved her hand down to his neck, wrapping her fingers around it just under his sharp jaw and feeling his pulse under her fingertips. "Mine."
Ryosuke nodded weakly with closed eyes and small whimpers that were music to her ears. Keeping the small amount of pressure on his neck, she slid her hand down until it reached his chest and continued until both hands touched the waistband of his pants. His arousal was quite evident with the tent in his pants. He muttered chants of "please," signaling for (Y/N) to continue. Gladly complying, she tugged his pants down by the waistband. He lifted his hips slightly to help her until they were removed completely.
Ryosuke's eyes rolled back as he released a semi-quiet moan when her hand wrapped around his length. With a light amount of pressure, she stroked it, falling into a rhythm. (Y/N) adjusted her position, laying mostly on her stomach and between his legs, leaving kisses and bites along the insides of his thighs. The man fell apart quickly, becoming the main source of noise in the room. Through groans, whimpers, and whines, he begged her for more.
"You're being such a good boy, Ryosuke. I love it when you beg for me." She mused, her lips brushing against his thigh. Continuing her strokes along his length, she could feel a slight twitch. Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, she moved to wrap her lips around it, swirling her tongue as she bobbed her head. Ryosuke bit his bottom lip as his breath hitched. He glanced down at (Y/N) with half-lidded eyes and a dark blush across his cheeks. She hummed and the vibration finally sent him over the edge. Ryosuke moaned her name, his voice cracking and becoming higher pitched. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, attempting to muffle the moans he was nearly choking on.
She pulled away after swallowing, a slight smirk on her lips. "That was quick, love." He whimpered in response. "I suppose we're done now that my baby came."
"N-n-no... p-please." The man whispered behind his hand, his dark eyes avoiding hers.
"You want more?"
He nodded weakly, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. Ryosuke brought his hand that was covering his mouth down towards her. She intertwined her fingers with his, doing the same for his other hand before raising them above his head and leaning over him. His eyes finally met hers, the blue hazed over and half-lidded. His breaths were shallow, a small waver was just audibly with each breath he let out. "I feel like you're going to be a little too touchy tonight, darling. We should change that." Her voice echoed in his ears, her tone teasing. She thanked her foresight, smoothly pulling out the reel of rope from the floor next to the side of the bed she snuck in earlier.
She quickly and skillfully tied his wrists together and to the headboard. Ryosuke squirmed a bit, pulling against the rope and made a sound of protest. (Y/N) leaned back, admiring her work. "Now this is a ravaging sight." She slowly slid her hand upward from his v-line. "So many options." She leaned forward again, bringing her lips to his collarbones. "So much space left to mark you up." (Y/N) left a kiss on the inner part of his collarbone just under his neck before biting and sucking at it, leaving a purple mark.
The man beneath her sighed deeply at the sharp pain, his muscles flexed as he tugged on his restraints. "(Y-Y/N)..." he stuttered, still pulling against the rope.
"Yes, baby boy? What do you want?" she asked sweetly, gently rubbing a thumb over his neck.
"I-I want to f-feel you." Ryosuke choked over his words and chanting a barely audible "please". Without a word, she moved herself off of him, stripping off her clothes. His eyes traveled over her body, taking in the sights that he wasn't able to touch, the slight sting of the rope being a constant reminder. Straddling his hips once more, Ryosuke watched as she sunk down onto him, taking his length in stride. He watched himself disappear into her until he was in to the hilt. His breathing grew ragged and he threw his head back as she tested the feeling, grinding her hips against his. She hummed in pleasure, both from him inside her and the reactions he expressed.
"You're so sensitive, Ryosuke." (Y/N) mused. She set the pace, finding the perfect rhythm. With his eyes snapped shut and his head thrown back, (Y/N) brought a hand to his neck, relying on the other placed on his stomach for balance. Her fingers wrapped around his neck, applying the right amount of pressure that had the man sobbing from ecstasy. Choking out small chants of "yes," "more," and "please" encouraged (Y/N) to apply just a little more pressure and set her pace a little faster.
Ryosuke occasionally bucked his hips as (Y/N) came down, extracting a moan from the both of them. With each thrust his hips made, she slowed her pace until she stopped moving all together, leaving the poor man wanting.
"S-so mean..." he sobbed.
"You have had a rough night, haven't you? Sorry love, I'll lighten up." Releasing her hand from his neck, she leaned forward, untying his hands and giving him the freedom to finally feel her. His hands flew to her sides and back, the rope still loosely dangling around his wrists, but he couldn't care less. Ryosuke sighed and hummed pleasantly, his hands roaming across her body, admiring the feeling of her smooth skin and soft hair.
(Y/N) started to move again, but this time in a slower, more loving pace and he followed her movements. Her hands traveled across Ryosuke's body as well, admiring his physique and build. They intertwined their fingers together, resting their clasped hands at their side. (Y/N) lowered herself for a kiss that Ryosuke eagerly returned. Their kisses were long and sweet, both moving their one free hand to each other's hair, gently running their fingers through the strands.
The feeling in the pit of their stomach grew as they got closer to their climax. "Ryo..." (Y/N) mumbled against his lips.
"I know, m-me too." Moving his hand from her hair to her hip, he held her still as he deepened his thrusts. (Y/N) laid her head on his shoulder, her warm breaths hitting his skin. When her climax finally hit, she tightened her grip, squeezing his hand. His nails dug into her sides as he came, his low moan mixing with hers.
Coming down from their high, (Y/N) went to move off of him but Ryosuke held her still, wrapping his arms around her. "Stay."
"I'm not leaving, I just want to put a shirt on." She chuckled. He reluctantly let her go, tiredly watching as she lifted herself off of him and rummaging through his closet behind her for one of his shirts. He always loved the way she looked in them. Double her size and covered in his scent. As she buttoned the shirt up, Ryosuke rolled over, sliding on his pants from earlier. Flicking off the bedroom light, (Y/N) jumped back into bed, Ryosuke pulling her to him, his chest touching her back and an arm draped over her. Even after she had already fallen asleep, he stayed up just a little longer to relish in the feeling of her so close.
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(Y/N) and Ryosuke sat on the couch in the common room, sipping on coffee to wash the morning tiredness away. They sat in comforting silence with Ryosuke's arm wrapped around her shoulders. (Y/N) jolted at the sound of a door opening and closing and her eyes widened in panic.
"Shit! I forgot Keisuke was here last night." She whisper-yelled to her boyfriend. All he did was calmly raise an eyebrow, fully reverted back to his reserved and collected self.
"You drove back here with him; how did you forget?" he asked somewhat amused.
"He just... he just went straight to bed, he didn't even say anything, or make any noise." She pressed her lips together tightly as she heard his footsteps come down the stairs.
"Mornin'!" The blonde says cheerily proceeding to yawn as he made his way to the kitchen. After pouring a cup of coffee for himself, Keisuke returned to the common room, taking a seat on a different couch to the side of the couple. "Man, I slept like a rock. Guess last night's practice really wore me out."
"Oh, that's good. Didn't hear anything then?" (Y/N) asked, trying to keep cool.
"Nah, I was out. No dreams either, just blank sleep. But man, that felt good. Why?"
"No reason, just making sure you slept like a baby." She giggled (nervously, but the blonde didn't seem to pick up on it). Ryosuke watched the scene unfold. He was amused; (Y/N) had nothing to worry over. Keisuke wouldn't have picked up on it anyway. But of course, she didn't know his little brother like he did. Not that he needed to tell her anyway.
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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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Takumi Fujiwara - Heartbeat
• Takumi Fujiwara x Reader
• Word Count: 1,357.
• Synopsis: In which an arcade racer and street racer bring their differences together that only strengthens their relationship and love for racing, as well as a cute tofu boy helping his girlfriend drift a real car.
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She was an arcade racer; he was a street racer. She's never raced on real roads, while he has. She was an expert drifter in the games, and he was an expert drifter on the mountains. She, of course knew the process of drifting, but it was quite different compared to a video game. She wanted to know the feeling of real drifting. She wanted to know the exhilaration that video games simply couldn't give. He gave her the exhilaration with such ease, with a relaxed face and a small smile gracing his beautiful lips as he took occasional glances in her direction.
She was loving every minute. The screeching sound of tires on the road, the high revving of the 4A-GE engine that echoed through Akina, and the tilt the car made from its soft suspension as it drifted oh so perfectly around a hairpin. This was amazing. This was an experience that was better than any racing game she'd ever played. She wanted him to teach her. She wanted to drift along with him across the pass in her own car, following the bright taillights of his Trueno as she chased after him and drifted in tandem. Whether it was them racing through the pass for fun or simply wanting to drive fast next to each other, she wanted to do it all with him. She could easily give up her arcade racing for this. Racing games were nothing in comparison. They never made her heart beat in the way this was.
He was interested in her style of racing. What was it like controlling a fake car rather than a real one? Was it easier? Harder? Did it give the same responses as a real car would? Was drifting a video game car easier than real life? He wanted her to show him what it was like. Were video games how she learned to drive and practice racing styles? He would find it impressive to learn to drift without ever being behind the wheel of an actual car. He was always easily surprised. He wondered how long it took her to perfect her drifting style in her games.
He glanced at her again, his small smile becoming slightly wider after seeing how big her own was. Her eyes shined so brightly and he adored it. He was curious if they would shine brighter if he taught her to drive his car with the same method his dad used to teach him. Would she figure out the method faster than he did with her current skill and knowledge? How long would it take her to grasp onto her own style, maybe even the same as his own or similar, with the method?
"Takumi?"
"Yeah?"
"Teach me how to drift."
"I learned in a way that I'm pretty sure no one else has. It'll be different than what you're thinking and are used to."
"Then I want to learn the same way you did. Everything you're doing is amazing. I can't even do this in my games."
And so, he taught her. She had a great understanding of the concept and the footing but still spilled a lot of the water. It didn't take her as long as him to figure out how to smoothly roll the water around the rim of the cup. It took a little over a month, and she only got better. Takumi was proud of her. He was so proud. He's never felt anything near that with someone else's driving, but the way she handled the Trueno around Akina was beautiful – like her- and made his heartbeat race every time.
He wasn't scared of her driving like he was of his friends'. Her practice from the video games really gave her an advantage. She mastered the gutter run in about the same time it took him. He found it cute how she always giggled when she dipped the car into the gutter and quickly turned the corner.
While Takumi taught her how to drift a real car, she showed him how to drift video game cars. It was a huge difference. There wasn't really any give and take in a game and no swaying when going around a corner. It was... flat? All screen movement, no real or body movement. It was too easy to drift, he would say. The tires gave no fight with the steering wheel when skidding, it was only sound. It felt way too weird to Takumi that he nearly called it foreign and not driving at all. It made him all the more impressed that (Y/N) was able to learn to drift an actual car that fought back in somewhat a short amount of time, even with knowing the fundamentals.
She worked hard during the last half of the year and gave Takumi quite a surprise when he was doing a delivery run and saw an 8-6 gain on him quickly. He thought it was possibly Wataru coming back to have a run on Akina, maybe even Itsuki having a late-night practice, but was somehow not expecting (Y/N) to speed past him in her own Trueno and flawlessly drift around a corner.
She slowed down and lined up next to him on the next straightaway, giving him a cheesy smile and wave through the window. He laughed, lightly shaking his head. They pulled over at the iconic spot where downhill races start and (Y/N) pulled out a paper cup filled with water from the car, taking a sip of it. She gently tapped the cup against the small can of coffee Takumi was holding and took another sip. He chuckled at her cute antics.
After their small drink break and small talk (Y/N) proposed they have a race for fun down Akina since he was heading home from his deliveries. She had a strong feeling she wouldn't win since her car wasn't anywhere near built up like Takumi's since his dad always played around with it. As well as the fact that Takumi had years of experience on the pass and his skills were so much better compared to her. She didn't care at all if she lost, she only cared about the exhilaration of drifting in tandem with Takumi and chasing after those bright taillights.
The Ghost of Akina had obviously won, even when he slowed down a bit on purpose to let her catch up and keep a pace with her. She drove with him back to his house and he asked, albeit shyly and with a dark blush, if she wanted to spend the rest of the night with him before he had to wake up for work. She happily accepted and grabbed her small bag from the passenger seat before following him inside.
His old man greeted them both, having being used to (Y/N) visiting Takumi quite often. He had grown fond of the girl, surprised even, with how she managed to get someone like Takumi to teach to her drift. The couple were quickly under the warm covers of his bed and (Y/N) pulled out a few gaming magazines from her bag, showing Takumi the varieties of video games and her favourite racing games, she has the top scores in.
He occasionally asked her questions about them all to which she excitedly answered them all. He found it endearing how passionate she was for simple games. He loved indulging her for the small things she loved which only fueled her passion more. She had quite the extensive armada of knowledge on cars, their parts, their specs, anything he could think of, she knew a lot of it.
When they were finally tired enough to fall asleep, she lightly tossed the magazines on top of her bag and rolled over to cuddle into Takumi's side, with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He wrapped an arm around her waist and his other around her shoulders with his hands gently weaving through her hair, quickly lulling her to sleep in his arms, just barely aware of the soft kisses he left on her forehead and lips before falling asleep himself.
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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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Links to separate masterlists for each character in Initial D.
Date Last Updated: 2nd of April, 2024.
Newest Work(s): Shingo Shoji - Love Killer, Saturday Night Fever, & Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping.
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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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Masterlist: Ryosuke Takahashi
Links to all stories relating to Ryosuke Takahashi from Initial D.
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Midnight Lovers | Smut / Threesome |
I Want To Feel You | Smut |
I Won't Fall Apart | Angst to Happy Ending |
Secret Love | M!Reader |
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Ryosuke Takahashi - I Won't Fall Apart
• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Angst to Happy Ending |
• Word Count: 5,574.
• Synopsis: In which a sad incident breaks Ryosuke, causing his brother to worry greatly for his aniki's life, leading him to call a trusted friend to help heal the beautiful, broken man, returning him to his former glory and fall in love with the one who saved him.
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Ryosuke was broken and Keisuke didn't know what to do. It was always the other way around. When Keisuke was broken at a young age, lying on the floor, his eyes and cheeks filled with tears, Ryosuke would be there for him. His aniki would be the one to hold him, wipe his tears away, and tell him everything would be okay, that things would get better with time.
Now that Ryosuke was in his place, he didn't know how to handle the situation. Keisuke always wanted someone to be there for him in his darkest moments, but his aniki did the opposite and locked himself away in his room. He isolated himself from the world, making himself believe it would fix everything.
Keisuke was scared.
He was scared his brother would commit the same act his love did not even a month ago. Her death broke the normally calm and composed man. The situation was eating Keisuke alive, and he couldn't find a way to get rid of it. He tried talking to his brother, but he would never reply with words, rather he would shake his head and walk back to his room.
Every time Keisuke tried to lighten the mood and get his aniki to go out somewhere with him for the day, he did the same thing; shake his head and walk back to his room.
Keisuke had just gotten his beloved FD on his birthday last year and wanted to be a good a racer as his brother was. He practiced their home course of Akagi every night for hours, wanting to impress Ryosuke and make him proud.
Ryosuke was proud of his little brother committing so much time and effort into his driving skills, but the praise stopped after her death. He had lost most of his interests in everything, including racing.
Keisuke knew it wasn't his own or his brother's fault for not having the praise, rather, he was upset that his aniki's depression had caused him to lose interest and meaning in the one thing he loved to do the most.
No simulations, no practice nights, not even a word about cars in general. It was almost like Ryosuke had gone mute during the day, but the blonde could hear the quiet sobs of his brother through their bedroom doors at night.
Ryosuke's pain was hurting Keisuke more than he thought. Would anyone be able to pull his brother out of his depression? Could anyone help him, if only a little? Could they prevent him from dying like her?
Keisuke didn't know who to get in contact with. Their parents, especially their mother, were concerned for Ryosuke's well-being but they were constantly on business trips. He knew they couldn't help it, they had to be at those countless meetings to uphold the continuous progress of the hospital.
The blonde stared at the ceiling as he lied on his bed, thinking of any possible solution to help Ryosuke. Who could he trust to see his brother in his current state? Who could he trust to help bring his brother back to his former self? His mind went through the many people he's met and known in his life, searching for the right one. Then, it hit him.
His best friend: the one who found him in an alley after he had gotten himself into a nasty fight with someone from another gang back during his rebel days in Tokyo. The one who led him back to her apartment and patched him up. The one who listened to him talk about his problems, his worries, his fears, everything. Keisuke trusted her as much as he trusted Ryosuke.
(Y/N).
The blonde immediately got out of bed and headed towards the front door, then to his car. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until her name popped up. Pressing the call button, he waited through the rings until her familiar voice was heard.
"Keisuke?"
"Hey, (N/N)."
(Y/N) smiled, hearing the nickname Keisuke gave her.
"It's been a while, how are you?"
"I'm alright. Are you busy?" Keisuke leaned against the FD. (Y/N) noticed a small sense of urgency in his tone.
"No, I've been at home for a while, is everything okay?"
"It's... aniki. He's- he's a wreck." Keisuke looked down at the ground.
"What happened? Is he okay- physically?" her tone was laced with worry.
"For the most part, yes. But he's barely eating, he rarely leaves his room, and hasn't gone outside or anywhere, since... a bad incident happened," the blonde paused for a moment, "I was hoping you'd be able to come here and help him, if even a little bit. It would be easier to tell you everything if you were here. You did wonders with me; aniki needs the same..."
"It'll take me few hours, but I'll be there." She reassured him; determination set in her voice.
"I can come pick you up and drive you here, unless you're taking the train?"
"It would be quicker by train, only going one way, but I'd love the pickup from the station if you don't mind."
"Yeah, I can do that. Call me shortly before you get there, alright?"
"Will do, see you soon, Kei!" They ended the call and Keisuke let out a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt better, like he had a feeling that bringing (Y/N) here would work.
She was able to talk sense into him about leaving his gang life behind him, that nothing he wants to do in life will come to him by staying in that group. When Ryosuke found him to take him home, Keisuke did so easily. He found his passion for cars and racing, he found something that gave him meaning, thanks to (Y/N) quite literally smacking him upside the head and knocking sense into his thick skull.
If she could work her magic on a stubborn mule like Keisuke, she could help fix Ryosuke. She could take all of his broken pieces and put them back together again.
Keisuke went back inside and headed upstairs towards his room. He stopped in front of Ryosuke's, pressing his against the door, listening for any sound. He could hear the barely audible rhythmic sound of his breathing and guessed he was sleeping.
The blonde sighed lightly and walked to his room. She's going to save you, aniki.
Keisuke kept himself busy with the things in his room. Magazines, small car parts, manga, anything he could get his hands on to keep himself occupied until (Y/N) contacted him.
He jumped a bit when his phone beeped from a notification about an hour and a half later. Picking it up he saw a text from (Y/N).
"I'm about ten minutes away from Takasaki Station."
Keisuke texted back saying he was on his way. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he left his room, going down the stairs and out of the front door as quietly as possible, to not disturb Ryosuke's sleep.
Starting up his beloved FD, he pulled out of the driveway and onto the road heading towards the station. (Y/N) waited only a couple minutes before someone walked up to her, poking her with a can.
She looked up and met eyes with her blonde friend. "Keisuke!" She jumped up and hugged him.
He chuckled, hugging her back just as tight, "I missed you, shorty," he teased.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not that short, you lanky tree." She rolled her eyes, playfully punching his shoulder.
"Lanky? I'm beautiful." He smirked proudly. They shared a laugh and (Y/N) gratefully took the small can of coffee from him. He led her back to the car, to which she complimented it.
During the drive, Keisuke got her up to speed about the situation Ryosuke was dealing with. She truly felt bad for him. He is going through so much and he's holding it all in. He's only human no matter how invincible and amazing everyone makes him out to be.
Ryosuke can only take so much.
(Y/N) has never met his brother, but she's grateful that he came to take Keisuke away from his previous life of gangs, fights, and other dangerous things that follow. She's grateful he got Keisuke into something else that he loves so strongly as well.
They arrived at the mansion and (Y/N) was amazed by the place. "It's beautiful here," she said lightly, taking in the beautiful surroundings of their home.
He showed her inside and to a spare room where she could put her belongings. She met Keisuke downstairs in the family room, sitting next to him on the couch.
"It would probably be best to wait for him to come out of his room on his own first before trying to talk to him. If we just waltzed in there it would be too intrusive and sudden for him." Keisuke explained and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.
In the meantime, they talked for a few hours, sometimes about themselves and catching up, and sometimes about Ryosuke. Dinner time came around not long after. (Y/N) helped Keisuke make the food and she set up the table while the blonde went to fetch his brother.
Ryosuke made multiple attempts at refusing to eat but Keisuke wasn't taking no for an answer. He didn't like to be forceful with his aniki for any reason, but he wasn't going to sit there and watch him waste away from starvation.
Eventually, both brothers had come down the stairs, Keisuke walking behind Ryosuke to ensure he didn't sneak back up to his room.
(Y/N) greeted them lightly with the table being set up nicely. "Aniki, this is (Y/N). She's the one that convinced me to leave the Tokyo scene behind and come back home with you. She does wonders with listening and talking with you about anything. I believe she can through to anyone; she got through my thick skull after all."
"It's nice to meet you, Ryosuke. Keisuke always talks about you." She gave him a warm smile.
Ryosuke nodded lightly and gave a soft, "You as well." They ate dinner quietly, Ryosuke only eating a small bit before quietly speaking to Keisuke and preparing to get up, "Thank you for dinner, Keisuke."
"I didn't make dinner, aniki."
Ryosuke stopped his movements, processing his brother's words. He didn't feel hungry, yet he was probably starving. It was also rude to eat so little then leave when someone else made their food. He didn't want to hurt the lady's feelings, either.
The older Takahashi stayed put, giving his thanks to (Y/N) and continued eating. She took his appreciation happily and it made him feel the tiniest bit better. Her cooking was exquisite, he hadn't felt hungry enough to eat everything for weeks until he tasted what she made.
Keisuke glanced at (Y/N) and gave a subtle nod and smile. His little plan worked. He knew Ryosuke wouldn't decline the food if he was told their guest cooked it.
To the blonde's surprise, Ryosuke stayed after dinner to help with the dishes and accepted (Y/N)'s offer for tea. She hasn't even been here for a day and she's made progress with Ryosuke that Keisuke couldn't even do in a month.
They sat on the couch, with (Y/N) next to Ryosuke. "So, Ryosuke, Keisuke's mentioned you're a huge book lover. Do you have any favourites?"
After he took a sip of tea, he thought for a moment and gave light voiced replies of a few well-known titles. (Y/N) knew two of them and asked what the other was about.
The older Takahashi brother told her about the plot of the story, the characters, their interests, and anything else that came to his mind. She listened to every word intently, a sweet smile gracing her features as she occasionally sipped on her tea.
Keisuke watched with a smile. His aniki looked better already. Not any major differences, but the food and some talking seemed to help take his mind off of his pain.
He snuck away from the two a few minutes later, leaving them alone. Ryosuke enjoyed their conversation, seeing as they ended up having quite a few things in common. He retired to his room when it got late and (Y/N) knocked on Keisuke's bedroom door, giving him a briefing of how Ryosuke did with their talk and that she was heading to bed.
The next morning, she woke up before the brothers and made them breakfast. Keisuke happily dug in before heading out to spend the day with one of his friends. She made a plate for Ryosuke, putting the still warm food on the dish and taking it upstairs.
She knocked lightly on his door, "Ryosuke? I made breakfast, would you like some?" she waited a minute before the door opened, revealing a pale Ryosuke with messy hair. He took the plate of food, thanking her.
He was about to close the door out of habit but stopped, asking, "Would you like to come in?"
She smiled sweetly, giving a small thanks and walked in. She noticed how clean his room was and the faint smell of vanilla. He motioned to his bed, telling her she could sit, and she did.
He sat at his desk and ate his breakfast. She was glad he was making progress already. Keisuke mentioned how he wouldn't touch his food or leave his room for it since the incident.
She could tell he was skinnier than he was supposed to be. His cheekbones were more noticeable, and his cheeks had sunken in some, due to his weight loss. His clothes looked a bit baggy on him when they were the type meant to fit properly. His skin was pale, he hadn't seen daylight in weeks. The bags under his eyes were a dark purple and his blue eyes were dull.
They were truly a beautiful shade of blue and (Y/N) knew they could shine brightly again one day.
Ryosuke had finished all of his breakfast and noticed she was staring directly at him. Did he look repulsive in his state? Was it really this noticeable?
(Y/N) had come out of her trance when he made a small sound. She met his sad gaze with a smile, "You have beautiful eyes, Ryosuke. They're a brilliant shade of blue."
Her soft words surprised him. This was the opposite of what he was expecting her to say. It felt nice though, having someone notice something beautiful about you even when you look and feel dead. It made his heart feel lighter. It had been so heavy for a while that he felt it was slowly dragging him down to pure misery.
What else did she see in him that she found beautiful?
She clearly cared about his health and well-being. If she didn't, Keisuke wouldn't have been able to bring her here. She wanted to help him. Not just for his own or Keisuke's sake, but for herself as well.
She was an angel, a saving grace amongst broken humans. Ryosuke could feel nothing but pureness radiate off of her being. She would take his shattered heart and put the pieces back together, making it stronger as she does so.
(Y/N) is his salvation; she won't let him fall apart.
Ryosuke's shoulders started to shake lightly and his dull eyes formed tears that ran down his delicate cheeks. He put a hand over his mouth in attempt to stay quiet. (Y/N)'s features were quickly laced with worry as she got off the bed and scurried to him.
Ryosuke couldn't help but feel a strong pull of his heart that made him reach out for her. His hand grabbed the side of her shoulder as he tried to stand up to get closer, only to have his legs give out on him, bringing them both to the floor.
(Y/N) held him protectively with an arm wrapped around his back and the other gently cupping the side of his face as she wiped his tears away. He was shaking violently now; she knew he was trying to hold it all in like he had done so many times before.
"Let it out Ryosuke, it's okay," he shook his head quickly. He was too scared to do it. If he did, he'd have nothing left of her.
"You have to let it out, it'll help you, I promise." (Y/N) said and lifted his head to look at her. "You're not going to lose your memories, you don't have to forget about anything and you're not going to be hated for accepting reality," she reassured him, "but if you want the pain to go away... you have to let it go, Ryosuke."
At her words, Ryosuke finally caved in, the walls he built, broke, and the tears in his beautiful eyes ran down his cheeks like a stream. His sobs wracked his whole body, his arms held her tightly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
(Y/N) held him with one arm wrapped around him and soothingly combed her fingers through his soft hair. She rested her cheek on top of his head in a comforting manner as she whispered equally comforting words.
How long they stayed together on the floor, they didn't know. But it didn't matter; what really mattered was that Ryosuke had calmed down, his body was no longer shaking, and he did feel better, like she had said.
His heart was the first thing to feel lighter, now his body and soul did too. The aching feeling of missing her was still there, but it had lessened. He didn't hate it either.
(Y/N) was right, letting it go, letting her go, was the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurt before. He'd never forget her. She was his first love and always will be, but he knew she would want him to move on, not dwell on his pain and waste away.
He slowly pulled away from (Y/N) and met her soft gaze. "Thank you," he whispered.
She nodded with a warm smile and her eyes glistened with a small shine. "I'm always here when you want to talk or simply want someone next to you. No matter what it is, I'm here for you, Ryosuke."
He nodded at her words before she asked if he wanted water, considering how much the poor man cried. Ryosuke followed her downstairs and gratefully accepting the cold drink.
They soon found themselves on the couch in the same spots as yesterday and started a new conversation. (Y/N) asked what had gotten him into loving cars and racing, to which she noticed a small glimmer in those beautiful blue eyes.
Ryosuke told her the entire story, from the very beginning up to the present. The way he spoke about the topic was filled with passion. His tone was light-hearted and happy to speak of such a beloved interest.
Hours had past and their conversation about racing was still going strong. They had been so into it, that time flew by quickly and Keisuke had just gotten home from spending the day with his friend.
(Y/N) noticed him walk through the door quietly, not knowing where they were or what they were doing. She decided to take this chance to ask Ryosuke about Keisuke's racing and what he's learned from the older Takahashi.
Keisuke stopped in tracks and stayed silent as he listened. His aniki was speaking highly of him. He was telling her how proud he was and still is at his little brother's determination to improve his skills and pursue his dream of pro racing, and that one day he would eventually surpass him as a racer.
The blonde couldn't help but smile. Not only at his brother's words, but the change in his voice as well. It was... happier. (Y/N) did something with his aniki while he was away, and it showed.
He made himself known and for the first time in a month, Ryosuke greeted him with a smile. It was a small one, but a smile, nonetheless.
The three of them soon had dinner and Ryosuke had eaten everything he was given. The nightly routines followed as they headed to bed. Keisuke pulled (Y/N) aside and into the spare room she was using, shutting the door.
"I don't know what you did while I was gone, but thank you," he pulled her into a tight hug, "thank you so fucking much."
She returned the hug and said, "He did it on his own, I only gave him a little push." He eventually let her go, wishing her a good night and went back to his room.
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Ryosuke's progress had been changing for the better steadily. He opened his windows in the morning, letting in sunlight. He attended every meal, eating everything on the plate, and sometimes went back for a little more. He was more engaged in his studies for medical school, and small conversations about races came up when Keisuke mentioned it.
The Takahashi's, both the brothers and their parents, gladly let her stay as long as she liked. Their mother was the happiest knowing (Y/N) was playing a major role in her son's recovery.
Ryosuke had taken a liking to (Y/N) very quickly. He, more than anyone, was grateful for what she's done for him. Anytime he had an episode where memories would flood his mind and tears fell from his eyes, she was there. When he felt the need to talk about what was bothering him, she was there. She never interrupted and she never asked questions until he was finished.
This was the process both of them worked through for months together. (Y/N) told herself -and Keisuke- she wasn't leaving until Ryosuke's depression was gone completely. She wasn't leaving him almost whole. She was staying until his heart, mind, body, and soul were healed as a whole.
As time passed, and she spent more time with the older Takahashi brother, she started to fall in love with him. She's learned so much about him, seen him at his worst, and still thought he was beautiful. She's seen him overcome his nightmares, his sadness, and depression with such strength.
Ryosuke, much to his surprise, had also fallen for the girl that fixed his broken heart. With each piece she put back together, she made it hers. He wouldn't be his normal self again without her. He wouldn't have gotten his interests in racing, reading, and becoming a surgeon back again without her.
(Y/N) was his angel, his saving grace.
He wasn't sure if it was a sign, she had sent to help mend his wounds, or if fate had planned this out from the beginning. Either way, he was happy.
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"(Y/N)?" Ryosuke lightly knocked on the open door of her room, gaining her attention.
"What's up, Ryo?" she tilted her head slightly. Cute.
"I was wondering, would you like to go somewhere with me this evening?" his eyes held a shine of hope.
"Yeah, I'd love to! Where did you want to go?"
"I was hoping I could take you out to dinner."
(Y/N)'s eyes lit up as she nodded. She asked which restaurant it was but was told the location was a surprise and Ryosuke lied a dress on the bed that was covered by a protective casing. "You don't have to wear it if makes you uncomfortable. I saw it and thought you'd look beautiful in it." He spoke sincerely, giving her a charming smile before leaving the room.
(Y/N) turned around towards the bed and gently took off the cover of the dress. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It was one of her favourite dresses she had seen in a magazine and circled it with a pen. It was the perfect shade of (F/C), too. Did Ryosuke look through the magazine and buy it specifically, or was it pure coincidence?
She took the dress to the bathroom that was attached to her room and changed into it. It fit her shape perfectly, gently hugging all of her curves and flowing smoothly. She styled her hair and applied light makeup that accented her features and the dress. Digging through her clothes bag, she found a pair of nice shoes with small heels.
Ryosuke was already downstairs when she appeared around the corner. (Y/N) was gorgeous, from head to toe. He was glad he chose that dress over the others she circled in her magazine. This one fit her angelic aura brilliantly.
(Y/N) thought the same about Ryosuke. He wore all black except for his dark blue button up shirt. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, allowing more of the blue to contrast with the black. His silky black hair was in its usual style, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Ryosuke's iconic style in both appearance and clothing, paired with his intellect, was what made Ryosuke, Ryosuke.
"You look gorgeous, (Y/N). I hope the dress is to your liking?"
"Thank you, and the dress is perfect! How did you know I love this one?"
"Oh, I have my ways," he smirked knowingly before asking, "are you ready to go?"
She nodded eagerly and they headed towards the door. Ryosuke, being the gentleman he is, opened both the house door and the passenger door of the FC for her. She thanked him graciously each time and he returned it with his handsome smiles.
His car was just as elegant as he was. It drove as smoothly as he talked, it was built as sturdy as he was, and each aftermarket part improved the car just as his intelligence improved with anything he learned about. Him and his FC were extensions of each other, inside and out.
Soon, they pulled into the car park of an extravagant building that appeared to be the restaurant. Once the car was parked and shut off, Ryosuke opened the passenger door for (Y/N) and offered his hand to help her out. It was a simple and kind gesture naturally, but she couldn't help but feel all giddy and warm inside when he did it.
Ryosuke had gotten a reservation for one of the few seats in the corner. They ordered their food and Ryosuke ordered a bottle of wine with a fancy name (Y/N)'s never heard of. They made easy conversation during dinner and afterwards were pleasantly drinking the wine.
"Thank you for all of this, Ryosuke. It's amazing." (Y/N) said sincerely as she looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. She noticed they were no longer dull and were shining brightly even in the dim light of the room.
"Actually, I should be the one thanking you. This night is completely dedicated to you." He took her hand in his, resting them on the table. "If it weren't for you, I would still be the broken, depressed man I was before you arrived. You took so much time out of your life to help me, to get me out of the grave I nearly dug for myself and break the walls I built that were meant to prevent anything from coming back into my life. You brought my interests back and gave me a meaning to live again. Thank you." Ryosuke gently lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.
"Ryo..." (Y/N)'s eyes glistened with tears.
"I also wanted to ask... may I get the pleasure of calling you mine?" he wore a soft smile and had a glimmer in his eyes.
(Y/N) lit up and she squeezed his hand, "Yes! I'd love that, Ryosuke!"
The new couple tapped their wine glasses for a small toast to themselves and drank until the bottle was empty. They left the restaurant shortly after and (Y/N) gave him a kiss on the cheek as he opened the car door for her.
They drove back to the mansion in a pleasant silence, enjoying each other's presence. When they arrived, they noticed Keisuke's car was gone. Seems like he went out to practice. Ryosuke noted and parked the FC.
Once inside, (Y/N) prepared tea and made her way to the couch. She sat next to Ryosuke, handing him a small cup. He wrapped an arm around her and leaned into her side with a hum. She rested her head on the side of his arm and held his hand that rested on her thigh.
After a few cups of tea, (Y/N) went to do her nightly routine and change into comfy night clothes. She was neatly hanging the dress up in the closet when Ryosuke came around and knocked lightly on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and (Y/N) looked up at him with a smile.
Ryosuke had asked if she wanted to spend the night with him in his room, surprisingly very shyly, which was quite out of character for him. His cheeks had a light blush on them as he reassured her quickly that nothing 'weird' would happen, he just wanted to cuddle her. (Y/N) giggled at how cute he was and gladly accepted. He caught by surprise when she jumped into his arms like a child and grinned like one too. He chuckled lightly as he carried her to his room. They were quickly settled into his soft bed and Ryosuke held her with his arms around her sides and their legs tangled together as he spooned her smaller frame, quickly falling asleep.
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It's been three years and Ryosuke had already founded Project D and their twin aces, Keisuke and Takumi, had beaten every team they've come across on their expedition. (Y/N) was proud that Ryosuke had come so far and was finally fulfilling his dream. She tagged along to every race and helped Ryosuke and the others as much as she could.
She was a great morale booster to everyone even if it was just a simple talk, bringing them food and drinks, or giving them a little motivational speech. Ryosuke was happy she wanted to be a part of something so meaningful to him. She kept him levelheaded and in the best health she could to make sure he was sleeping and eating enough. It was a lot of work maintaining this project and keeping up with his medical studies at the same time. When they had come to the finale of their grand expedition and won their final races, everyone went out to celebrate.
But there was one more thing Ryosuke had to do before he considered his dream fulfilled.
Keisuke began to worry again just as he did three years ago before he contacted (Y/N). She tried to keep him calm, saying whatever his brother had planned, he was doing it for a reason. Ryosuke was smart and wouldn't let other things get the best of him. Keisuke would only sigh, wanting to believe her.
When Ryosuke returned with his beloved FC scratched up, Keisuke nearly went ballistic; berating his aniki for being so reckless and that he could've gotten himself killed. He merely waved the blonde off with a light chuckle, saying he would explain later. He came back to retrieve (Y/N), telling her he wanted her to meet someone important to him.
It was a long drive, but they arrived back in Hakone. They ended up in a small graveyard that was beautifully maintained. Ryosuke led her to one specific grave and she read the name, Kaori.
She stood silently as Ryosuke spoke to his lost love. He told her that his dream had been fulfilled, that he had once again found a meaning to life, and that it changed for the better because of (Y/N). He told her of everything she did for him to help heal his broken heart and shattered soul.
Small tears trailed down their cheeks at his words. When he was finished, he stood up and turned towards (Y/N). "Thank you for coming with me, it means more than you know." He said and gently took her hand in his.
"Of course, Ryo. She is beautiful, isn't she?" (Y/N) looked down at the framed picture that sat at the base of the headstone.
Ryosuke nodded lightly, "Yeah, she is." As the couple made their way back to the FC, a light breeze, followed by a flowery scent blew past (Y/N). Ryosuke didn't seem to notice it, nor feel the slight pull that made her turn her head around.
Only for a moment, she saw her. She heard a faint, "Thank you," before she faded away. (Y/N) turned back around and smiled, nodding lightly.
"Did you want to spend the day here? There's a few places I know of you might like." Ryosuke squeezed her hand gently and looked down at her, pulling (Y/N) out of her slight daze.
"Sounds great, let's go!" She eagerly pulled him along, getting to the car faster. Ryosuke chuckled at her childish side. Once in the car, she kissed him on the cheek and let him take her around the city.
Ryosuke wouldn't know what he'd do without her. Life would be dull and boring without her childish personality making an appearance. She was without a doubt one of the most important people in his life he would never give up.
She was his angel, his saving grace. A childish one, yes, but one he loved with his very heart and soul.
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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.
"A-ahh R-Ryosuke!" She moaned after he sharply thrusted in from behind her. Then his brother thrust in at her front. "Keisuke!" She was positioned just over Keisuke's thighs, her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his messy hair, while his long member thrust into her wet entrance, Ryosuke taking her from behind, thrusting in when his brother pulled almost completely out.
The process repeated.
Her back was arched in such a way that gave both brothers better access to both entrances, making the sensations that much more intense. Keisuke was sitting up on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. Ryosuke on his knees behind her with skillful hands trailing along her sides, hips, and back, occasionally holding her in place to give a firm thrust. Keisuke had a hand holding, and sometimes squeezing one of her thighs. His other hand explored the front of her body, trailing from her head all the way down to tease her heat, and back up again.
Her moans were cut short when the blonde pulled her in for a heated kiss, his skillful tongue delving into her mouth, once again memorizing it before pulling away, their red lips being connected by a thick string of saliva. All three of their bodies were covered in a sheen layer of sweat, the dim light of Keisuke's room giving their bodies a light glow effect.
Ryosuke turned (Y/N)'s head to the right, capturing her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. Keisuke watched the scene before him, his eyes clouding over with more lust and arousal. He leaned forward, stealing a couple quick kisses from her before turning his head to Ryosuke and planting his lips on his. They lightly moaned, tilting their head for a better angle, their kisses becoming a bit more heated. (Y/N) felt the knot in her stomach tighten from watching them, her head on Keisuke's shoulder with her arms wrapped around them. Their thrusts were unrelenting, even with their attention on each other, lips pressed firmly with the other's.
She had to admit, it was actually pretty hot.
When they pulled away, the brothers gave her their full attention. She could feel their members twitching inside her occasionally; they were getting close too. Ryosuke and Keisuke both had their hands on her hips, pacing their thrusts faster, deeper, and rougher. Her moans, mixed with theirs, echoed in the dimly lit room, her nails scratching at Keisuke's back as she chanted their names over and over, her release coming ever closer.
"B-boys, I'm g-getting-" She was cut off by their response, "Me too" being said at the same time. Their thrusts slowly getting sloppy but remaining rough. Ryosuke leaned over her more, his chest touching her upper back, making it easier to push into her, while Keisuke leaned back a bit more, making thrusting his hips up easier as well.
When her release finally gave way, she screamed in ecstasy, the back of her head hitting Ryosuke's shoulder, and her nails digging into Keisuke's shoulder blades. Her walls clenched tightly around their members causing them to come right after and fill her completely. Their deep groans reverberating in the room that soon turned to desperate pants to catch their breaths. Ryosuke was the first to slowly pull out before collapsing onto his back. (Y/N) whined from the emptiness, then again when Keisuke pulled out next.
After they cleaned up with a quick rinse in the shower and put night clothes on, they were back in Keisuke's room, collapsing onto the bed. Keisuke on the left, (Y/N) in the middle, and Ryosuke on the right. She was lying on her right side, Keisuke draping an arm over her waist and cuddling up to spoon her. Ryosuke had her cradled safely against his chest, his hand gently moving through her hair.
She wore a small, content smile, drowsiness quickly taking over. "I love you, boys." She said with a light, tired voice.
"Love you too, (Y/N)." They replied once again in unison, before they all drifted off to sleep.
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Takeshi & Keisuke - Falling Into My Heart
• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader x Keisuke Takahashi | Love Triangle |
(Keisuke's Ending Here!) | (Takeshi's Ending Here!)
• Word Count: 10,671.
• Synopsis: In which the life long best friend of a certain GT-R racer holds hidden feelings for him but his sudden interest in Shingo's childhood friend leaves her feeling sad and jealous, which doesn't go unnoticed by a blonde FD racer who, after spending time with her, both start to gain feelings for each other. Will the girl end up choosing her best friend, or the blonde she had also come to love?
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Takeshi and (Y/N) have known each other since their first year in elementary school. They have been stuck together like glue ever since. However, when they both started high school, (Y/N) fell for Takeshi pretty hard. She was too nervous and scared to talk to him about it, in fear that he wouldn't feel the same. Even so, she still stuck by him and kept her true feelings to herself. Their lives continued on like normal, except for one small little detail. A detail that (Y/N) does not know about, nor has it yet happened.
Takeshi's taken interest in Sayuki from Impact Blue. Will this be the little push she needs to confess her feelings to her best friend, or will she come to accept they will be nothing more than that and move on to loving someone else?
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"Hey, Takeshi?"
"What's up?" he glanced at (Y/N) before focusing back on the GT-R's engine.
"Who are these Emperor guys we're going to see tonight?" (Y/N) asked curiously as she sat on some spare tires in the garage.
"Their team consists of only Lan-Evos. They go around prefectures to race against the local teams on their home courses. My best guess is that they want to prove they're the superior team and above others. It's like they have an Evo complex and have to be the best. They already beat our ass on Myogi. One of the guys has a knack for taking the opponent's sticker, cutting it, then putting it on his car's wing upside down. He's got ours added to his collection too." Takeshi explained with an annoyed expression.
"Well, someone will beat them eventually. Maybe the 8-6 will tonight! That'll teach them." (Y/N) hopefully exclaimed.
He nodded in agreement and said, "If Fujiwara can't beat them, I don't know who can. That kid is unnatural."
As Takeshi continued working on the R32, him and (Y/N) made small talk, and she occasionally handed him tools and various parts he needed for the car. She had spaced out at some point and thought of telling Takeshi how she felt about him, but it doesn't feel like the right time yet. Takeshi noticed she looked like she wanted to say something but kept reconsidering.
"Something on your mind?" he nudged her shoulder. He played around with some parts on the table that stood next to the tires she is sitting on.
"Uh, not really. Just thinking." (Y/N) shook her head a bit. Takeshi raised an eyebrow and looked at her unconvinced.
"You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Yeah, I know. I'm just trying to figure this out for myself first, then I'll tell you." The tone of her voice made it clear she finally decided on what to do. Takeshi smiled to himself and shook his head lightly. She's a stubborn one when she wants to be.
"Hey, do you know what time it is?" he questioned as he moved over to the black GT-R.
"Time for you to get a watch, mister." (Y/N) smirked when he gave her an unimpressed expression. She checked her phone.
"Six-thirty."
"Thanks. Do you want to grab a bite to eat before we head over to Akina?"
"Ooh, yeah, I'm starving." Nodding eagerly, she stood up and stretched.
"Good, let's head out. I just finished." Closing the hood of the car, he grabbed the keys. (Y/N) clapped and skipped to the outside of the garage. Takeshi got in and backed the car out. She closed the garage door and hopped into the passenger seat. Once settled, they left Takeshi's place and headed out.
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They talked along the way, making the trip fly by a lot faster. Pulling into a small restaurant, they got out of the 3-2 and went inside. As the two of them ordered and ate their food, they talked about cars and races. A typical topic to talk about for car enthusiasts if you ask me.
(Y/N) checked the time on her phone again. "Hey, Tak, it's 8:15. Should we head up to Akina?"
He nodded and put his drink down. "Sure. I'm ready when you are." Both getting up at the same time, the paid for the food at the counter then left. Back in the 3-2, they headed for Akina. On the way up, a lot of people were already there on the sidelines. It was almost a never-ending wall of people. I guess these Emperor guys are popular. Especially since the 8-6 is racing them.
Staring out the passenger window as her thoughts rolled around in her head, she thought about what these Lan-Evo guys were like and if Fujiwara would win. Soon enough, Takeshi and (Y/N) reached the top of Akina. The Emperors were already there and the 8-6... was not.
Maybe he likes to show up fashionably late on purpose. (Y/N) smiled a bit in amusement. She noticed all the other local teams came to watch as well. The rest of the NightKids, the SpeedStars, and even the RedSuns. Takeshi parked the car next to his team and they both got out.
"Hey guys." He greeted his team and they did the same in return. (Y/N) hung around the guys for while just listening to their conversations. Sometime later, Shingo came around with a girl following him. He exchanged some words with the team before introducing her.
"This is Sayuki. She's a childhood friend of mine." He nodded his head in her direction.
"Hi there." She smiled to the guys and it made (Y/N) feel uneasy. She was wearing a tight tank top, short skirt, and heels as well.
"Uh, hey." Takeshi slightly raised a hand and had a small blush on his cheeks. As everyone else was talking with Sayuki, (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling of something. What was it? She doesn't know. All she knows is she doesn't like the reaction Takeshi had.
What if he ends up liking her? Surely, he can't be interested in someone who's that adamant for attention. She would just go around and play him when she gets bored. (Y/N)'s expression turned to a slight frown as she let her thoughts run rampant. The more and more she thought about this girl, the more of that feeling she got. Is she jealous? (Y/N) never gets jealous; or so she thought.
She brought her gaze to Takeshi. He wasn't blushing anymore, but he was definitely looking at Sayuki with what appears to be interest. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Takeshi looked over to (Y/N).
"What's up? Are you alright?" he noticed the expression she wore.
"I'm okay, just a bit bored. I'm going to go look at some other cars here and talk with some friends for a little while." She spoke.
"Okay, you know where I'll be." Takeshi smiled and gave her a side hug. She smiled and returned the hug before heading off. (Y/N) slowly made her way around looking at cars she's only really seen from far away. She eventually made her way to her friends in the SpeedStars. Looks like Fujiwara showed up already.
"Hi guys." She waved to the four guys.
"Why hello there, lovely lady, how are you this fine evening?" Itsuki said first with a grin on his face.
"I'm alright. How are you guys doing?"
"We're good, just nervous about the race. These Emperor guys aren't playing around." Kenji said with a worried expression. As (Y/N) talked with the guys, Takumi was completely spaced out with that blank look on his face.
I wish I could do that to pass the time quickly. She thought to herself. She eventually parted ways with the SpeedStars and went back to the NightKids. Halfway through walking back she noticed how intrigued Takeshi was. Her face went sullen and she decided to walk somewhere else.
She went to a guardrail and sat down, facing the road and everyone else. Bringing her legs up to her chest, she rested her chin on her knees. I figured this would happen at some point. All because I'm too scared to tell Takeshi I like him. Now he is finding someone he seems interested in and what can I do about it? I don't want to ruin anything for him; I'd hate myself if I did that. But I don't want him with anyone else, as selfish as that sounds. She glared at Sayuki as she mentally talked to herself. She was too distracted doing that and didn't realize someone walked up to her.
"Hey." (Y/N) was nudged on the shoulder with something. Looking to her right she saw a good-looking guy with spiky, dirty blonde hair holding a small can of coffee out to her.
"Hi." She brought her gaze to his meet his.
"Coffee? You look like you could use it." He motioned it towards her a little more.
"Uh, sure. Thank you." (Y/N) took the can and opened it. Isn't he from the RedSuns? He looks familiar. As if the man could read her mind, he spoke.
"I'm Keisuke Takahashi, I'm with the Akagi RedSuns." He sat down next to her and held his hand out. Ah-huh, so it is him. (Y/N) took his hand and shook it.
"I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I have no car or a team so, I don't race." She replied awkwardly and he chuckled.
"I see that. You came with Nakazato, right?" Keisuke took a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah." She answered shortly, remembering what she was jealous of and took a sip of coffee as well.
"You look like you're planning someone's death. Is it his, or the chick he's talking with?"
This guy read through (Y/N) like a book. "As of right now, hers. The way she's dressed and looking at him makes me uneasy. I don't like it." Resting her chin back on her knees, (Y/N) stares at the girl with such intensity she could burst into flames. I wish she would right now.
"Are you and Nakazato dating?" Keisuke questioned with a raised eyebrow.
I wish.
"No, we're not. We've been best friends since elementary school and have stuck together ever since," she paused for a moment, "But now... I think that might start to fade." Her voice cracked and her eyes began to get watery with tears. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself down, (Y/N) felt an arm wrap around her shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze.
She tilted her head enough to see Keisuke through her hair. He had a sympathetic expression as he looked down at her then it changed to an annoyed one when he looked towards Takeshi. He kept quiet, rubbing her arm in an up and downward motion comfortingly. The two of them sat together, drinking their coffee in silence.
The race between Takumi and Emperor had already started was nearly finished. (Y/N) and Keisuke finished their coffee as someone announced that Takumi had won the battle. Some people cheered and others did not. Everyone started to head home now that it was over.
Keisuke was the first to stand and held his hand out for (Y/N). Taking it, he helped her up.
"Thanks." She gave him a small smile and he did the same.
"Mhmm."
"I'm going to head back. Thank you for the hanging out – and the coffee." She added.
"Yeah, no problem (Y/N). I'm sure things will work itself out for you." He gave her a nod and went back to his car and team. She nodded to herself as she walked over to Takeshi.
Only he wasn't there; none of his team was either. He's gone? He left already? Stopping in her tracks, surprise plastered on her features as her eyes glistened with sadness.
"Keisuke." Ryosuke nudged him.
"Yeah?" he looked to his brother who was pointing behind him. Keisuke turned around and saw (Y/N) standing in place. She was staring where Nakazato is- well, was. Where the hell is he? He didn't actually leave her here, did he? He looked around for the black GT-R, but it was nowhere to be found. What the hell? The bastard actually did.
Keisuke let out an angry "Hmph" and got into his yellow FD, starting it up. He drove over to (Y/N), rolling down his driver side window. "Hey." (Y/N) slowly turned her head to look at him. "Hop in; I'll take you home." Keisuke softened his tone. She nodded absentmindedly; her shoulders drooping as she walked to the other side of the car. Passing in front of the headlights, her sad features and glassy tears were illuminated by the light for a moment.
The passenger door opened with a soft click and she got in. (Y/N) was careful not to slam it shut, then buckled herself in quietly. Keisuke pulled out onto the road and followed it down the mountain pass.
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The car ride was silent, minus the occasional turbo whistles coming from the FD. As they neared the bottom of the pass, Keisuke was almost too nervous to ask for directions to get (Y/N) home, but she piped up when they reached the first stop light.
"Right." Keisuke turned. "Go straight for a while." He continued on and they drove through the outskirts of Shibukawa until they got to Nakajuku, the city Takeshi and (Y/N) lived in. It's almost in the middle of all the major places like Myogi, Akina, and Shibukawa.
"Left at this light." (Y/N) suddenly spoke and Keisuke almost jumped. The light turned green and he turned the corner. "Right at the first road then another right into the apartment complex." She said quietly, but it was loud enough to hear clearly. Keisuke pulled the car into the complex and his first thought when his headlights lit up the building was: It looks a bit shabby and in bad condition. It's small as hell, too.
"Thank you, Keisuke." (Y/N) hesitated a moment before saying his name, like she was going to say Takeshi out of habit. She unbuckled herself and got out of the FD.
"Wait! Uh, here, take this." He reached into the glovebox and grabbed a small piece of paper and a pen, scribbling something down. He handed it to (Y/N) and said, "If you need anything, call me." He smiled reassuringly. She returned the smile with a soft one and took the paper. Keisuke stayed until he saw her walk through her apartment door safely, before backing out and leaving.
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"So, Takeshi. How would you personally want to ask her out?" Sayuki took a sip of her coffee.
"I don't know, really. There's a lot of ways I'd do it, but I at least want to do it in some kind of nice setting, I suppose. That's why I'm asking you. I know (Y/N) pretty damn well but I don't know what she'd like for this kind of thing." Takeshi drummed his finger on the table as he explained.
"Well, for me and a lot of girls, we do like romantic settings. Of course, we all have different preferences on how we define romantic. Normally, you would think of a fancy restaurant or a walk on the beach, but she might find a road trip or street race to be her vision of romantic." He nodded and thought about what Sayuki was telling him.
You would think I'd know exactly what (Y/N) likes, but this is a little nerve-racking. What if I mess something up or it's not up to her expectation of a perfect date? Hell, what if she doesn't want to date me at all and just stay as friends?
Sayuki snapped her fingers in front of Takeshi, pulling him from his thoughts. "Earth to Takeshi, are you even listening? Do you want advice or not?" Leaning back, she crossed her arms.
"Yeah, sorry. Just thinking of possibilities."
"How about this, why don't you take her out places? Dedicate a weekend to go somewhere different, see new things, go out for food, then ask her out. Pay attention to her expressions and tone of voice. You'll know she's happy when you see it. If she's having a great time and likes being around you for this sort of thing, I'm sure she'd love to go out with you. Popping the question after everything you two did would make her day."
"Yeah. That actually sounds rather good. I like that, a lot." Sighing a bit in relief, he now had a good idea of how to ask her out. Now all I need is to figure out what (Y/N) would want to do for a weekend. Maybe go to Tokyo? "I just have to figure out what she would want to do, make a list, then put it into effect."
"Don't just ask her what she'd love to do on a weekend straight forward. That'll ruin the surprise. You got to make it subtle. Listen to the little details, and any additions she mentions. Say she wants to go see a popular landmark in the city but then mentions there is a little shop she heard of close by that she's wanted to visit. Take her to both." Sayuki took another sip of coffee. Takeshi nodded and hummed in agreement. They sat in silence for a minute before he asked, "Hey, what time is it?"
She checked her watch. "Eleven-thirty."
"Hmm. The race is probably done by now- Shit!"
"What?" she raised an eyebrow as he panicked.
"I left (Y/N) on the mountain." He looked at Sayuki with wide eyes. "I was too distracted trying to make things better and I forgot the one person I'm trying to impress. Damn it Takeshi, you're a dumbass." He said to himself as he panicked.
"Nice going, hotshot. Well don't just sit there, go get her. I'll call Mako to pick me up, don't worry about it." She waved him off, and he left right away.
Shit, shit, shit. God, I'm so sorry (Y/N). Takeshi tried calling her as he quickly moved to the 3-2. She didn't answer. Either her phone is off, on silent, she's got a ride home and is sleeping, or she's missing. Fuck, I hope it's not that last one. Takeshi drove to Akina as fast as possible and sped up more once he reached the bottom of the course.
He reached the top of the mountain and saw no one there. The man tried calling again and still nothing. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Where are you, (Y/N)? he called three more times before driving back down Akina and heading to her apartment.
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Parking and shutting the car off, Takeshi ran up the stairs to (Y/N)'s door. He knocked, but not too loudly to wake everyone else. When a couple minutes passed and there was no answer, Takeshi looked through the keys on the keychain and found the one to her door. He unlocked it and went in. They gave each other the keys to their places so they could come over any time and if there was ever an emergency - like right now.
Shutting the door quietly, Takeshi flipped a light on in the living room. With no one there, he walked to (Y/N)'s room; it was closed. He quietly opened it and walked in. He immediately sighed in relief, leaning his head back against the door and whispered, "Oh, thank god." The light from the window dimly shined on her face.
Takeshi silently moved over to (Y/N) and kneeled down next to her. Gently, he weaved his fingers through hers and brought another hand to her face. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, he noticed the faint line of dried tears than ran down them. He winced at the thought of him being the cause of that.
Takeshi moved his hand from her cheek to her hair and gently moved his fingers through it to not wake her. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers for a moment before leaving a light kiss on it. He brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it as well before quietly standing back up.
He went back to the living room, grabbing a small piece of paper and wrote on it. Once he was done, he took it to (Y/N)'s room and set it next to her phone on the nightstand. Takeshi gave her one last gentle kiss on the forehead before leaving, shutting her bedroom door on the way out. Locking the front door to the apartment, he walked down the stairs to his GT-R, started it up and drove home.
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The alarm clock rung out in the once peaceful silence. (Y/N) groaned and slapped the nightstand repeatedly until she hit the off button on the clock. "Stupid thing." She sat up slowly and stretched the sleep away. She crawled out of bed and grabbed her phone, seeing a paper sit next to it. She picked it up and read it.
(Y/N), I fucked up and I know you're probably pissed with me, but I need to explain everything first. I did leave and intended to come back to get you by the time the race was finished. I lost track of time and you were gone when I got to the top of the mountain and I didn't know what happened to you. I tried calling and got nothing, so I panicked. I didn't know if you went missing or not, so I came over to check. I know it's weird that I was in here in the middle of night without waking you up, but I had to make sure you were okay. Come over to my place and I promise I'll explain everything. – Takeshi.
She sighed and put the note down. I have work; I'll talk to him afterwards. Saying that, she went to start her routine. Walking out the door twenty minutes later, (Y/N) walked to her job; A small coffee shop. Arriving in about fifteen minutes, she walked to the back to change into her uniform.
She punched in and headed to the counter to start taking orders. She made about twenty-five coffees before she saw someone with familiar blonde hair walk in. After serving the current customer, he gave a quick thanks and left, revealing Keisuke.
"Hi, Keisuke." (Y/N) smiled as she greeted him.
"Oh, hey (Y/N). I didn't know you work here." He wore a surprised expression that quickly shifted to a warm smile.
"Yep. I've been here for a few years now."
"Huh. I've never seen you any of the previous times I've been in here."
"Maybe I was in the back or off of work, then," she shrugged, "can I get you anything?"
"Uh, a large vanilla latte, if you will."
"Ah, I see you're a man of culture as well. Those are my favourite." (Y/N) gave him a cheesy smile and Keisuke returned it along with a laugh. He looks good when he smiles. He's got a nice laugh, too, she thought to herself with a small blush as she made the drink. (Y/N) handed the cup to Keisuke and he spoke with a playful tone. "Thank you, m'lady."
"Of course, m'lord." She played along, blushing when he winked at her as he walked to a table in the back. Continuing on with her orders, (Y/N) occasionally took small glances over to Keisuke, watching him stare out the window with a thoughtful look. She looked away when he turned her direction.
(Y/N) focused on work for the next few minutes before looking to Keisuke again, thinking he was looking at the window. However, when she made eye contact with him, she then knew otherwise. She blushed bright red and he smiled a bit. Whether it was in amusement or admiration, she didn't know.
Sometime later, Keisuke came back up to the counter. Is he getting another one? (Y/N) helped the few customers she already had before he was next in line. "Another latte?" she tilted her head in question.
"Nah, I need a large cappuccino. It's for Kenta; he's always tired as hell when he comes into work. The guy always looks like he'd pass out any minute when he walks in." The both of them chuckled as she rung up the order. He paid for it and she started making it. Handing it over a minute later, Keisuke asked, "Can I also get the pretty girl's number?" he wore a half-smile and half-smirk like he couldn't figure out which expression he wanted to have more.
"You gave me yours; I can text you and you'll have it." (Y/N) replied with an amused face.
"Yeah, but there's something about getting her number written down and handed to you. It just hits different, you know?" he finally settled for a smirk.
"Hmm." She rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pen and paper from a note pad, writing down her phone number. Tearing the page, she handed it to him.
"See? It just feels so nice." Keisuke said as he took it.
"Yeah, yeah, go to work." (Y/N) waved him off and he gave one more chuckle before heading out, waving his hand in a "see you later" gesture.
The hours continued on and it slowly came time for (Y/N)'s shift to end. Punching out and changing back into her day clothes, she remembered she was going to see Takeshi about the note he wrote.
The walk from the coffee shop to his house was about the same time it took to get to her apartment. Her thoughts ran wild and she wondered what he would say, what she would say and how it would end. Time flew rather quickly while she was in thought and was at Takeshi's place in no time.
The black 3-2 in the driveway indicated he was here. Passing it, she went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. She waited a few seconds before it opened, revealing Takeshi.
"Hey (Y/N), how are you?" he motioned for her to come inside and she complied.
"I'm alright, and you?" she took her shoes off.
"I'm fine. Do you want anything to drink?" he asked as she followed behind him.
"Water is good." (Y/N) replied as she walked over to the couch. Takeshi sat down a minute later and handed it to her. "Thanks," she smiled, taking it, "I read the note you left as well."
"Yeah, uh, sorry if it was weird or creepy doing that and not waking you up. You looked tired so I didn't want to bother you." Takeshi rubbed the back of his neck with a small blush.
"It's okay." (Y/N) chuckled. "I'm also sorry for not coming back up to Akina earlier. Shingo brought a friend and introduced her and I kind of got into talking with her pretty quickly. We ended up going down for coffee then to drive back up when the race was finished, but that obviously didn't go as planned."
"What did you both talk about?" she asked as she stared at the glass in her hands.
"I asked her for advice." Takeshi stated simply. What kind of advice would make him want to go all the way down for coffee and not just ask for it where we were?
"What kind?" she pressed.
"Just cooking advice." Takeshi shrugged and looked calm about it. (Y/N)'s expression went from a simple raised eyebrow to full blown confusion.
"Cooking advice... really?" she looked at him, her expression and tone saying, are you serious?
"Yeah."
"You could've just asked me for that, dummy." (Y/N) burst out laughing at the ridiculous answer.
"Hey, maybe I wanted to make one of everything you liked and surprise you with it. I wouldn't want to ask how to make everything and then give it you the next day. That would give away the surprise." Takeshi explained, keeping a straight face as best as possible.
"You left me on a mountain for cooking advice." (Y/N) brought her laughter down to a chuckle. "You're one of a kind, Takeshi. Only you would do something like that."
"I suppose I would. But I am sorry for leaving you there, nonetheless. You didn't walk all the way down Akina though, did you?" his expression held a bit of worry.
"Oh god, no. Keisuke gave me a ride back to my apartment. His team was the last to leave." She replied then took a sip of her water.
"Takahashi?" Takeshi asked, a hint of jealously in his tone.
"Yeah, I met him at the race, and he talked with me when I was kind of moping next to a guardrail. You were with that girl, so I kind of got angsty and sat there pouting." It was now (Y/N)'s turn to rub her neck awkwardly.
"Do you like him?" he questioned after a moment of silence.
"He's nice from what I've seen, but I only met him two days ago. It's not like I'd instantly take a huge liking to him as soon as I meet him. The same goes for anyone." (Y/N) shrugged as she spoke and swirled the water in the glass around. Takeshi only nodded as he thought about it.
She better not like Takahashi. The rich bastard has an attitude as big as his ego. Then again, she said she got jealous when I was talking with Sayuki so... maybe she does like me more than a friend. If so, I can put that plan into effect soon and see how much she really likes me. How the hell am I supposed to subtly ask where she wants to go and what she wants to do though? He was pulled from his thoughts when (Y/N) shook him.
"Are you back from the clouds now?" she asked with a smile.
"Yeah, thanks to your furious shaking." He said playfully.
"Hey! I didn't shake you too much. It's hard to get you out of dreamland. You're like Takumi. Maybe you two are secretly related. I mean, both your names do start with 'Tak.'" (Y/N) smirked.
"If I were related to Fujiwara, I'm sure I'd be on his level of driving." He said matter of fact.
"True, but maybe you need to drive a Trueno to be on his level."
"I'm not driving some old, outdated piece of crap like that."
"That "old, outdated piece of crap" beat you in a race, genius." (Y/N) laughed when Takeshi gave her a highly unimpressed look.
"Shut up." He muttered and leaned back into the couch, a small pout on his face.
"Aww, is Tak pouting?" she giggled childishly and hugged him.
"I don't pout, I'm not four."
"I don't know, that pout says otherwise." A cheesy grin made its way to her face.
"I'm not pouting!" He groaned and leaned his head back.
"Alright, alright, I believe you." She put her hands up in mock surrender.
"Yeah, sure."
"I think I am going to head home though. I do have work tomorrow and it got late." Getting off the couch, she stretched.
"I can drive you." Following her to the front door, they slipped their shoes on and headed out. Getting to her apartment a few minutes later, she thanked Takeshi for the ride, did her nightly routine and went to bed.
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Well, that was a long day. Stretching her arms as she walked, (Y/N) headed out of the coffee shop. Maybe I can go and pick up something for dinner. I haven't eaten anything outside of grocery stores in a while. She stopped at the end of the sidewalk, waiting for the crosswalk signal to turn green.
A car revved, causing her to turn around. Her eyes landed on the bright yellow FD and Keisuke leaned his head out. "Looks like I caught you just in time, huh?" he put on a charming smile as she made her way over to him.
"Good to see you too." (Y/N) grinned.
"Are you doing anything right now?"
"Nope, I just finished work and was going to get some dinner."
"I know a place we can go to and pick something up." Keisuke suggested.
"Sure, why not?" she smiled, getting in the car when he motioned to the door. As Keisuke drove, she couldn't help but watch how smoothly he did everything. From pushing the clutch in, shifting the gears, and maneuvering around cars, all in one fluid motion. It was almost hypnotizing.
This area is a lot higher end and rich looking. (Y/N) took in the scenery and the buildings, as well as seeing a couple expensive looking cars pass by.
"What area is this?" she faced Keisuke.
"Takasaki. My brother and I live somewhere over there." He pointed in a general direction to his right.
"It's nice here. Everything is in great condition." She said, impressed. Keisuke lightly chuckled at her amazed expression.
"Well, it is a richer area. They have to have everything looking pretty around here." He pulled into a restaurant parking lot and she nodded in acknowledgement. It makes sense; the Takahashi's are rich. Getting out of the FD, she followed Keisuke.
"You like sushi, right?" he asked, looking over to her.
"Yeah, I love it. It's been a while since I've had it." Her smile grew at the thought of eating some again.
"Have you ever been on Akagi?" Keisuke questioned curiously as they walked to the entrance.
"Nope."
"Do you want to get the food to go and eat up there? There's a little shrine we can sit at that's got a nice view." He suggested, a cool and calm demeanor on his features.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." She met his gaze with sparkling eyes and a smile. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice when Keisuke's eyes widened a little and froze in place for a moment.
Damn, she's beautiful.
He insisted on paying to the point he wasn't taking no for answer. (Y/N) gave up on trying to convince him otherwise and ordered what she wanted. He wore a prideful smirk that screamed, "I won." The two of them chatted until they got the food and returned to the FD.
(Y/N) held onto the food as Keisuke drove. Once they reached the bottom of Akagi, she was almost hypnotized again watching him speed up to the top. It was different than driving through the city. His movements were still fluid and smooth, but faster. His left hand is on the wheel one minute and within a second, he shifts, and his hand is back on the wheel.
It's so fast, it almost didn't seem to happen. He's amazing. Who knows how long he had to practice for to drive this smooth and in a rhythm?
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She's been looking at me since we got to the foot of Akagi. Is she watching me drive or spacing out? Either way, she's looking at me and I love it. The blonde smiled but kept it subtle. Slowing down, he turned the car into a parking spot next to the shrine. Keisuke noticed (Y/N) wasn't moving and she was still staring.
Maybe she did space out. He thought for a minute before smirking and pressed the horn for a second making (Y/N) jump and yell. Immediately cracking up, she looked at him with an "are you serious?" expression.
"Your food is mine now." She got out of the car and quickly walked to the stairs of the shrine.
"Hey, no it's not!" Whining, he got out and went after her. She chuckled and took out the containers, handing his over.
"So, what kind of job do you have? You said Kenta works with you, right?" (Y/N) asked curiously then took a bite of her food and Keisuke nodded.
"I own a repair shop not too far from where you work, actually. I took Kenta in when he needed a job like I took him in to teach him to race. Most of the other RedSuns also work there too."
"Aww, that's nice. What kind of repairs? Cars?"
"Yep. They're pretty easy to fix and you're working on something you love so it makes the job seem less like a job." The blonde gave a small shrug as he ate.
"Easy? Cars are so compact together with all their parts. How do you even know what is what, what goes where, and how to not mess it up?" she spoke, a highly confused expression on her features. Keisuke laughed at how cute she was.
"It's a lot easier than it looks. You get used to where everything is after spending time working on them." She nodded with a hum that didn't sound convinced. "You know... if you ever end up hating your job, you could always come work with me. I won't make you play around with the cars, don't worry." He suggested.
"What kind of work would I do then?" she asked, her head, tilted.
"Check people in, write down what they want done on their car, you give us the reports for it, and then we work on it. It's not very glamorous but it could be easy."
"I'll take that into consideration. It sounds a lot better than standing in a coffee shop for ten hours. Probably more fun with your group there as well." She giggled lightly and Keisuke smiled. They finished eating in comfortable silence from there on.
The sun set quickly and the rays of orange and pink across the sky are the only light left. Keisuke's sharp blue eyes landing on (Y/N), he loved looking at her. The soft smile she wore, the sparkle in her eyes, her hair gently being moved by the breeze. My god, she's gorgeous. I want to kiss her.
"(Y/N)." She turned towards him.
"Yea-?" He leaned in and cut her off as his lips touched hers. So soft. She froze for a moment before relaxing. When he pulled away, he saw her eyes wide with surprise.
"Uh, sorry. You're just... beautiful." The blonde chuckled nervously and looked elsewhere, embarrassed.
"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting that." She blushed. "And thank you, you are too; i-in a guy way, obviously." She replied with a stutter. He hummed at her cute response. It only made her blush more to the point she looked like a tomato.
As they sat in silence, Keisuke decided it would be a good time to tell her. "I like you. A lot, actually. I didn't think I'd end up falling for someone else after I broke up with my previous girlfriend. After I started racing, it was all I wanted to do. But you managed to work your way into my head and now you're all I think about. Almost everything reminds me of you." He played with his fingers as he explained, getting glances at her every couple seconds.
Her soft features were a bit shocked before turning into that bright smile the man started to love so much. "I really like you too, Keisuke. You are an amazing person. You're not bad like a lot of people say you are, you're a nice guy." She put one of her soft hands on his, linking their fingers together. Keisuke closed his, interlocking them and the tips resting on the back of her hand.
They turned more towards each other, eyes making contact. Slowly, the blonde moved his other hand to the back of her neck. Her silky hair was weaved through his fingers. Glancing at her eyes and lips, he started to lean in, and she did the same. As their lips barely brushed against each other's, they paused for a moment. After looking into her eyes one more time, Keisuke finally pressed his lips onto her soft ones.
They molded together perfectly. Every movement, every angle, it was perfect; not one flaw. (Y/N) brought her other hand up, running her fingers through his soft, spiky hair. He loved the feel of it, sighing blissfully into the kiss, making it a little rougher. He pulled away, changing the angle before reattaching their lips all in one swift motion.
They kissed for what felt like hours. (Y/N) moved and tugged on his hair making him moan loudly into the kiss. Keisuke instantly froze and she pulled away with surprise. She looked at him and he turned red. Thank god its dark out.
"S-sorry." (Y/N) said sheepishly. Did I do that? He actually liked it, though, I think. It was an accident.
"N-no, no, i-it's fine. I-i uh- well... umm... y-yeah." He stuttered, not knowing what to say. Fuck, way to go Keisuke. "Should I, uh, take you home? It's probably late for you." He asked awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
"Y-yeah, sure. Thanks." Standing up, the two walked to the FD that sat, waiting patiently. Getting in, they sat in a silence that was kind of awkward. None of them said anything as the blonde took her home.
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"Thanks for the ride, and sorry about earlier." She rubbed her neck as she stood next to the driver side.
"It's fine, I didn't know I'd do that, honestly." He chuckled. "I'll see you around then sometime?"
"Yeah, definitely." (Y/N) smiled to him and he returned it along with a nod. She headed up to her apartment after that and Keisuke stayed until he saw her walk in the door before he left.
Tonight, was fun. Keisuke's a great guy; and kisser too. She blushed at the memory. Pulling her phone out to check the time she notices a missed call notification and instantly pales. Everything around her freezes, time feels like it stopped, and she is eternally stuck looking at her phone. The only thing she can hear, and feel is her heart beating heavily against her chest and the dread creeping into her heart and head. The dread of feeling like she betrayed him with what she did. Betraying the one she really loves.
Slowly walking to her bedroom, she can only think of how angry and betrayed he's going to feel when he finds out. Whether it's her that tells him or something else. Sitting on the floor and leaning against the side of the bed she stared at the wall, thinking of all the possibilities that could or would happen, what Takeshi would say and do.
Would he leave her? Ignore her, block her number and run away? She can't even imagine that; what she would do if that happened. She would die inside more than she already is. She could only hope he'd forgive her. She was caught up in the moment. She didn't fully think it through that Keisuke was confessing that he loved her. She should've realized when they kissed. God, Takeshi is going to hate her. Not only did she betray him like this, she kissed his enemy.
(Y/N) stayed in that one spot all night. She couldn't move, she didn't feel like she deserved to sleep. She felt like she deserved to stay up and wallow in her guilt. She called her boss saying she couldn't make it into work the next day. Setting her phone back down in front of her, she stared at it. The notification that was there, haunted her.
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"Hi! What can I get for you?" the barista at the counter spoke cheerfully.
"I was wondering if (Y/N) was in today?" Takeshi asked.
"No, she called in sick earlier this morning. She didn't sound good at all." A quick flash of worry ran through his head.
"Alright, thanks." Replying a bit short, he immediately left. He was definitely not getting a good feeling from this as he hurried over to his GT-R, driving to (Y/N)'s.
At her door, he knocked and waited. (Y/N), still in the same spot, the same position she was since last night, didn't move. Hearing the knocks made her thoughts run wild.
What if it was him? What if he found out?
"What if" was the only thing she could think of. All of the bad possibilities, and not a single good one. She didn't dare move if it was Takeshi waiting out there, waiting to- "(Y/N), you in there? You okay?"
He was worried.
Maybe he wasn't waiting to yell at her. She wanted to let him in but didn't know if she could handle how he'd react when he sees her. He called her name again. "If you don't answer, I'm going to let myself in." Takeshi waited another minute and sighed, finding the key to the door and unlocking it.
(Y/N) shrunk further into the blanket that was wrapped around her as she heard him walk in. With no one in the first half of the apartment, Takeshi went straight to her room. The closed door being the only separation between them.
"(Y/N)? You in here?" asking lightly, he listened for any kind of sound. Hearing a small, scared whine, he opened he the door. Seeing her curled up with a hand on each side of her head, he rushed over to her.
"Hey, what happened? You alright? Did someone do something to you?" he asked frantically, gently holding her face with one hand on each side of her cheeks. She shook her head and whispered, "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean to" over and over.
"Talk to me, please. I'm sure what ever happened isn't your fault." Takeshi reasoned with a light tone.
"I-I can't... Y-you're going to h-hate me." She stuttered, still whispering.
"(Y/N), I can never hate you. You know that. I love you too damn much to hate you. Now talk to me, please?" as he spoke, he gently ran his fingers through her hair. She stayed quiet for a minute, but the motion seemed to have calmed her down slightly.
"I kissed Keisuke." (Y/N) reluctantly told Takeshi the entire story, not being able to look him in the eye as she did so. She didn't want to know what expression he had. She kissed his enemy, why wouldn't he be pissed?
"You think I'm going to hate you for kissing Takahashi?" was the first thing he said. Hesitantly looking up at him, he didn't look angry but maybe a bit disappointed... or jealous?
Is he disappointed in me now?
"Sure, I don't like the guy and I lost to him in a race, but I'm not going to hate you for liking someone. I can't control who you end up liking and I'm not going to be that douche that says you can't be around anyone but me. I'd hate myself for that before I ever hate you." He ran his fingers through her hair again with a small smile.
"But I love you too, Tak. I like both of you. I just- I don't know." Letting out a sigh, (Y/N) rested her chin on top of her knees. She was a lot calmer now that she knew Takeshi didn't despise her.
"You'll figure it out. Even if you choose him, I'll still be here for you just as I always have been since we met. Although, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to pick me." He chuckled lightly, (Y/N) doing the same with a small smile. He helped her stand up, telling her she should go to bed.
"Stay with me?" (Y/N) lightly held his wrist.
"Always."
He got on the other side of the bed, mostly laying down while leaning on his arm and keeping his head propped up. (Y/N) immediately snuggled into him. She fell asleep rather quickly, given how exhausting it was to stay up like she did. Takeshi had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers weaving through her silky-smooth hair as she slept curled up next to him. Even in the bright morning light, she can sleep like a rock. Takeshi stayed awake for a little while, eventually changing his position to lay down completely. Soon enough, he found himself falling asleep. Pulling (Y/N) closer so she was spooned in front of him, an arm wrapped around her waist, he finally falls asleep.
Throughout the rest of the week, her and Takeshi spent more time together. It was long overdue that they hung out again. They went to the beach, mall, restaurants, and shops. When there was a race on Myogi that one of the NightKids partook in, she would go along to cheer them on. Especially if it was Takeshi. He had lost the last few against the 8-6 and Keisuke, but he seemed to be improving greatly with the recent wins he has been racking up from these other teams.
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"Hey aniki, you got a minute?" Keisuke knocked Ryosuke's door.
"Yes, come in."
Opening it and walking in, he sat on the edge of his brother's bed. He was typing away on his laptop, running through all the simulations like usual. "You wanted to talk about something?" The blonde leaned forward, putting his arms on his knees as he looked at him. He typed a few more things before stopping and turning towards his younger brother.
"You're starting to remind me more of Fujiwara." He wore a teasing smile.
"What the hell makes you think I'm like that kid? Are you messing with me or are you saying my driving has suddenly gotten to a god-like level?"
"No, I mean with your spacing out. You've been zoning out and daydreaming a lot more recently. Reminds me of him, that's all."
"Oh. Well, I got a lot on my mind, alright?" looking away, Keisuke scratched his head, messing up his soft blonde locks, trying to hide the red covering his ears.
"It's that girl you've been with, isn't it? (Y/N), right?" Ryosuke said with a smirk.
Kei's cheeks started turning red. "No! It's not- maybe a couple times, but nothing major- yeah..." He sighed, giving up. All Ryosuke did was chuckle.
Aniki knows me too damn well.
"Maybe you should go see her again? Go plan something for a day. You seemed unnaturally happy when you came home the last time you went out with her."
"Aniki!" Looking at the floor, Keisuke pouted. "What would I do if I hung out with her again? I haven't made plans and she hasn't texted me since we went up to Akagi over a week ago."
"Have you tried texting her?"
"No."
"Maybe she's waiting for you to do something. She looked a bit shy when I first saw her."
"Yeah, I suppose. But still, where would she want to go or do?" Resting his chin on his hand, the younger Takahashi tried coming up with ideas.
"You did meet her at a street race, Keisuke." Ryosuke pressed.
"It's not exactly romantic..."
"It doesn't have to be. As long as you both clearly enjoy yourselves, that's all that matters. You took her to a romantic area on Akagi, now take her to something more laid back and casual. You saw how she looked at all the cars and talked with friends there; she enjoys it."
"But the next race is when I race. That would be a lame date when one of us isn't even with the other."
"Then the next one, when you aren't racing will do." Keisuke nodded and Ryosuke went back to his simulations. Getting up, the FD driver went to his room to think of a way to ask (Y/N) on another date.
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Ryosuke walked into the coffee shop (Y/N) worked at, heading for the counter. She was surprised to him, but greeted him nonetheless. He asked if she was available Saturday night to attend the race Keisuke was partaking in. Ryosuke explained what he and his brother talked about and that he thought of her showing up would be a nice surprise for Keisuke.
(Y/N) excitedly agreed, wanting to see the look on his face when he saw her. Ryosuke ordered a coffee and left soon after, telling her he'd pick her up from her apartment some time before the race.
When he picked her up as promised, and the got to the start of Akagi, she saw Keisuke's FD and him leaning against it, arms crossed. Driving past him, Ryosuke continued up the pass.
"He's racing uphill. When it's over and he's here at the top, you should be the first thing he sees when he passes the finish line." He explained when he saw her looking at the FD.
When they got to the top and Ryosuke talked with the other RedSuns, the uphill race started. Now, all (Y/N) had to do was wait. When the race was nearing an end Ryosuke told her to stand a little further out. Keisuke would have more time to look around after slowing down when crossing the finish line.
The headlights of two cars appeared around the corner, everyone waited to see who was in the lead.
"It's Keisuke!" Kenta yelled as he raised a fist in the air. They crossed the finish line, Keisuke being the winner. As the other RedSuns and some spectators cheered, (Y/N) had a proud smile while she clapped for him. As he slowed down, he took his gaze off the road and to the first movement he saw just to the left of him. His eyes widened with surprise when he saw (Y/N) standing there.
The proud smile she wore as she looked at him made him feel warm inside. He felt appreciated and that someone else was truly proud of him. Sure, he felt good when Ryosuke complimented his racing and wins, but not like this. Her smile alone got rid of any worries he was holding onto. Keisuke pulled the FD over to (Y/N) and got out. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.
"Nice job, Kei! I'm proud of you!" (Y/N) spoke first and hugged him. Her small arms wrapped around his waist, and her head leaning on his chest. He blushed at the nickname and her touch, hugging her back. He wanted to kiss her on instinct but held himself back. It felt like forever, but they pulled away from the hug only a moment later.
"Thanks. I uh- didn't know you'd be out here. I mean, I'm happy you are, I just wasn't expecting it." He rubbed the back of his head.
"It was a surprise. Ryosuke came up with it and I liked the idea. Looks like it worked, huh?" she gave him a childish smile.
"Yeah, it sure did." He looked over at Ryosuke who wasn't looking at them but had a knowing smile as he sipped on some coffee. Keisuke let out a short hum and focused back on (Y/N).
"So, were you planning on going back home, or hanging around for a little while?" he leaned against his FD and the engine seemed to hum in delight as soon as his body touched it.
"If there's nothing else going on after this, I'd probably ask for a ride home. But, if you want to do something, I'm all for it." She smiled up at him. He thought for a moment before the idea of food popped into his head.
"We can grab a bite to eat if you're hungry. That race got me starving."
"Sure, I haven't eaten in a while either. Is everyone coming along?"
"Would it be okay if it was just us?" Keisuke asked a bit hesitantly.
"Of course, I don't mind." (Y/N) replied happily. Keisuke seemed to light up at her words.
"Then let's go. The faster we get there, the faster we can get some good ass food." (Y/N) laughed as they got in the FD, driving away.
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As they sat in a booth next to the window, they chatted about races, cars, things they like to do in their free time, anything really. Keisuke listened attentively when she spoke about things she loved, places she likes to go, all of it. He wanted to know every bit about her, every detail of what made her so lovable, so beautiful. Their conversation soon turned to the events of when they were on top of Akagi.
"I didn't make that too awkward, did I?" Keisuke asked shyly.
"No, not at all. I liked it." (Y/N) reassured with a smile and light tint of blush on her cheeks.
"I probably should've asked first before I did that... I don't know if you already have a boyfriend or like someone else. And it could have made you really uncomfortable. It's just... I don't know, something about you is so enticing. You're perfect." Keisuke scratched his cheek with a blush. She knew he wasn't lying with the honesty that was laced in his voice.
"I'm not dating anyone; however, I do like two guys..." She trailed off, contemplating her next words. "But I don't know who I like more. They are both so sweet. I don't want to get too close to them and hurt the other. It wouldn't be fair, and it would seem like I was dragging the other along in some kind of sick game." Keisuke nodded in understanding. He knew who she was talking about.
Him and Nakazato.
"Don't pressure yourself too much about it, alright? Take the time to think it through; it's not a race. You've known Nakazato far longer than me, so it wouldn't be too much of a surprise if you chose him. But I would obviously prefer if you picked me." He chuckled, half-jokingly and half serious. She smiled and lightly giggled. "Either way, if I'm not the one, I won't think of you any different and I still got that job offer standing for you." He smiled reassuringly.
"Thank you, Keisuke."
"Mm-hmm."
The two talked a little while longer before deciding it was time to go. Keisuke drove her home, watching as the bright headlights of the FD illuminated her for a moment as she passed in front of it. He waited like he did the first few times until he saw her walk safely into her apartment. He lingered for a few minutes, his thoughts taking over.
What if she can't choose just one of us? Would we have to let the best man win? Would the two of us race it out again but this time, for her? Whoever wins, gets (Y/N). He finally pulled away and drove home, his thoughts continuing to run wild.
What if we... no, there's no way in hell I would be okay sharing her with Nakazato...would I?
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Keisuke waited at the top of Myogi for Nakazato to arrive. The thoughts of who she'd end up with and the possibility of the two guys sharing her would not leave his mind. He hates Nakazato and sure as hell doesn't think he deserves (Y/N), let alone date her. He hurt her once before, ditching her for some slutty looking chick. Keisuke would be damned if he let that happen again. They can be friends all they want, but she doesn't need to be hurt because the guy can't have just one girl to pay attention to.
Takeshi thought of a remarkably similar scenario as he drove up the pass. Takahashi was a cocky, self-righteous rich kid. He thinks he's better than everyone else because he's got the money. He would probably persuade (Y/N) somehow to date him because of that. Although, he knows she's smarter than that and won't use people for money. Takahashi can get any girl to be wrapped around his finger and do what he wants. Who's to say he won't do the same to her?
Takeshi reached the top of the mountain and pulled over near the FD. Keisuke watched him pull in from his spot on the hood. Getting out of the R32, Takeshi leaned against the side of it and met Keisuke's gaze.
"So. You wanted to talk?" Takeshi spoke first.
"Yeah. It seems we both have an interest in the same girl. Thing is, I'm not entirely convinced that you deserve her." Keisuke's tone held a bit of hostility.
"And what makes you think you do?" Nakazato narrowed his eyes.
"Easy. I'm not the one who ditched her for a slut."
"You don't know why I did."
"Then do explain. I'd love to hear it."
"I've been planning on asking (Y/N) out for a while. I didn't have any ideas on how to make it impressive, so, I was looking for advice from a girl that wasn't her to give the surprise away. Sayuki is a friend of Shingo's and when he brought her to the race, I figured that was my chance to get some ideas. I got caught up in trying to make plans that would pass (Y/N)'s expectations and when she suggested going down for coffee, I didn't think anything wrong with that when we left." Takeshi answered honestly, his voice never wavered with unsureness.
"That still doesn't explain the fact you forgot your fucking best friend on the top of a mountain and never came back to get her." Keisuke glared at him now.
"I did go back. Everyone was already gone. I tried calling her, thinking someone took her but never got anything. I looked for her around the area until I decided to try her apartment. She was there, already sleeping so I left a note for her to come and see me so I could apologize and explain everything." Takeshi was getting annoyed with Takahashi. Why would I lie about this?
"You broke into her apartment?" Keisuke asked with disbelief.
"No, we have the key to each other's place," Takeshi held up a key attached to the keychain, "for emergencies like that was." Keisuke hummed. That he could understand; it was a good idea, honestly.
"Now, you. I don't think you deserve her, either. You're a rich bastard who can get any girl he wants to be wrapped around his finger. And you're sure as hell one self-righteous ass; always thinking he's better than everyone else." He crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving Keisuke's eyes.
"Firstly, you seem to mistake self-righteous for confidence. I'm confident in myself and my skills. Are you? Secondly, I despise girls that overdress themselves. They flaunt themselves for attention and to get fucked by anyone; it makes me sick."
His tone became softer, "If I wasn't interested in having a girlfriend, I wouldn't have pursued her. It can't get any simpler than that. (Y/N) is one of a kind and she makes me feel like I'm actually worth something. The way she looks at you when she's proud of something you did, the glow in her eyes when she's happy to see you, and how her smile alone gets rid of any kind of worries or stress you've been holding in all day. She's beautiful. I can't give that up, I can't give her up." Keisuke stared at the ground; his voice had a hint of desperation.
Takeshi processed the blonde's words and he couldn't agree more. Everything about her was perfection. She was too good to pass up and let go. Takahashi was being honest as well. Takeshi might not get along with him, but he at least knew (Y/N) would be taken care of with him. That didn't mean Takeshi was going to give her up that easily, though.
"I can agree with you on that. I can also see you're serious about wanting to be with her." Uncrossing his arms, he walked over to Keisuke.
"Same to you." His gaze met Takeshi's; he wasn't glaring anymore, wearing a neutral expression.
"Heh, yeah. But I'm sure as hell not giving her up that easily, Takahashi." He stopped in front of Keisuke with a light smirk playing on his face.
"Neither am I, Nakazato." He returned the smirk.
"How about a race to settle this? Whoever wins, gets (Y/N). If she approves of this first, of course." Takeshi held his hand out.
"Deal." Keisuke took his hand and shook it, then they both said, "May the best man win."
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Ryosuke Takahashi - Burning Desire
• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Smut |
• Word Count: 2,237.
• Synopsis: In which the return home from a date night with Ryosuke turns into a drive of building passion that escalates to a burning desire as soon as they reach the Takahashi mansion.
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Another fabulous date night with Ryosuke. (Y/N) smiled as she leaned her head on his shoulder, their arms intertwined as they walked back to his glistening white FC. Ryosuke had taken her a new restaurant that opened up on the peak of Akagi. It was quite a fancy one and a bit pricy to her, yet it was nothing but normal for Ryosuke. The drive up the mountain that was his home course had beautiful scenery, even at night. Seeing the lights down below that illuminated Takasaki was like seeing the stars reflection over a still lake. The restaurant itself wasn't too large considering it sat near the edge of the mountain, but the building inside and out was beautiful. Ryosuke had seats reserved on the balcony that overlooked the entire city below it.
He really knows how to out-do himself with each date, doesn't he?
"Ryosuke, you know you don't have to keep taking me to all these expensive places, right? A simple walk on the beach, trail in the forest, or even sitting in a café with you and a coffee is enough for me." (Y/N) scolded lightly, her smile still on her lips.
"I'm aware, love, however I enjoy doing this for you. You rarely go out to new places or try new restaurants, I thought it would be nice to get you out to experience something new once in a while." The raven-haired man explained honestly, reassuring her it wasn't a problem.
"I don't go out these places when I can make it at home and for cheaper too, Ryo." He chuckled; she was too cute.
When they reached the FC, Ryosuke lightly tugged on her arm when she moved to go to the passenger side. She looked him quizzically as he sat in the driver side. Looking up at her, he pat his lap with a small smirk. "Come on, love." (Y/N)'s eyes widened, and her mouth fell agape slightly.
"Uh, o-okay." She slowly got in, careful of the limited space she had to move around. Ryosuke wrapped a strong arm around her waist, sitting her down on his lap. He lifted her legs with other arm, turning her sideways and resting her legs over the center console.
"How exactly are you going shift gears with me like this?" if his car were automatic it would be easy, he'd only have to use the pedals. With her legs in front of the shifter, it would be more difficult to drive, right?
"You doubt me, darling." He winked as he started the car. The familiar purr of the engine was heard bringing a sense of comfort, helping her relax. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers clasping together to rest on his shoulder. Ryosuke smoothly drove out of the parking lot and onto the pass. (Y/N)'s worries about the drive quickly dissipated, his driving always calmed her down. Her head rested on his shoulder and her fingers weaved through his hair in a repeating manner.
Ryosuke hummed lightly at the relaxing feeling, a gentle smile gracing his features. When they reached the longest straightaway of the pass, Ryosuke brought his hand from the shifter to (Y/N)'s jaw. She lifted her head and he turned her towards him, crashing their lips together. He would get small glances of the road as they kissed until he pulled away to focus on the winding corners nearing the bottom of Akagi.
When they got to the main roads of Takasaki, (Y/N) left a trail of kisses along his neck. Ryosuke groaned when she moved and grinding against him. Stopping at the stop light, he nipped at her neck, a gasp escaping past her lips.
"Keep teasing me and you're going to get punished, naughty girl." He cooed in her ear before pulling away with a smirk and glint in his eyes. (Y/N)'s cheeks turned red and she nodded lightly. The light turned green and Ryosuke continued driving. Withing a few minutes, he parked the FC in the driveway of the mansion. Keisuke's car nowhere to be seen. Good. He thought as they got out of the car, heading to the front door.
The moment the front door was locked, and the couple had their shoes off, Ryosuke picked up (Y/N), pinning her against the wall. He left hickeys all around her neck, nipping at her soft skin causing her to gasp.
"Ryosuke!" She yelped his name from the slight sting.
"If you think you can tease me like that and get away with it, oh how wrong you are, sweetheart." Ryosuke cooed in her ear, his tone low and husky had sent shivers down her spine. She's never seen him like this before, but she certainly wasn't complaining. She could only imagine what he had planned for her.
Ryosuke pulled her away from the wall and lifted her up, carrying her bridal style to his room. Once inside and with the door shut, he locked it before setting her down near the bed. "Now... we're going to do this my way, love. If you're a good girl, you'll be rewarded. Be a naughty girl... and you get punished. Understand, darling?" He said seductively, his deep voice unwavering as he ghosted his fingers along her cheek and jaw.
"Yes, Ryosuke." (Y/N) answered eagerly.
"Good girl." He pressed his soft lips onto hers for a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips molded together perfectly as they moved in sync. Ryosuke trailed his hands along her soft skin until they reached the back of her dress, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. (Y/N) hummed into the kiss after he took off her bra and gave her breasts a squeeze before resuming the trail down her body. His hands slipped underneath her underwear and he smirked when he gave her ass a firm squeeze.
He pulled away from the kiss first, slipping her underwear off completely then urging her to lie on the bed. Ryosuke couldn't help but take in his love's appearance. Everything about her was simply perfect. She is the finest work of art he could ever hope to lay eyes on. He took hold of her wrists, holding them above her head as he pulled out handcuffs from god knows where, cuffing her wrists around the small poles of the headboard.
She made a noise of protest and Ryosuke's smirk widened. (Y/N) watched as he undid his tie, her eyes widening when he brought it to her eyes, wrapping it around her and tying it. "They say when you lose one of your senses the others become heightened. So, if you can't see, the things you feel and hear will be much more... enhanced." He hummed in satisfaction and ran his fingers from the bottom of her jaw down to her ankles.
(Y/N) squirmed under his touch. Ryosuke brought his hands back up to her thighs and traced circles on them with his thumbs. With each circle he slowly made his way closer to her arousal.
"Ryo... please." She whimpered and rubbed her thighs against his hand in an attempt to get the friction she wanted.
"Please what? You have to be more specific, love." She knew he had a smirk on his gorgeous face with the tone he spoke with.
"I want you, Ryosuke." (Y/N) sighed out her words lightly that it was almost a whisper.
"And you'll have me, darling. But let's not get too hasty. We should take our time and enjoy this, shouldn't we, love?"
Ryosuke's smirk changed to a pleased smile after sliding a finger in and hearing a loud hum from his lover. He started his movements with a slow pace. When he gradually got faster, he slipped in a second finger, earning him a small moan from (Y/N).
Once he put in a third finger and gave a few quick thrusts, (Y/N) instinctively bucked her hips with a moan. Ryosuke immediately withdrew his fingers and she whined.
"What did I say about being a good girl, (Y/N)?" His tone was firm and unwavering.
"I'm s-sorry. I-I'll be good." Apologizing quickly, she tried to hold herself still through all the small twitches she made. Ryosuke hummed quietly as he licked his finger clean. She heard him get off the bed and strip himself of his clothes, dropping them to the floor. The bed sank down again under his weight as he got back on and moved towards her. He stopped when their hips lined up, his hard member rubbing lightly against her arousal.
"What was it you wanted me to do to you again, love? It seemed to have slipped my mind." Ryosuke leaned down to kiss her collarbones and chest with a smirk gracing his features. (Y/N) mumbled a response that he couldn't make out.
"What was that? You're going to need to speak up, darling."
"I want you to fuck me, Ryosuke!" She said, getting out some of her pent-up frustration.
"That wasn't hard, now was it?" he slowly pushed his length, (Y/N) moaning his name until he was fully sheathed inside of her. He stopped for a moment to let her adjust to the size of his girth before pulling nearly completely out and thrusting back in.
Ryosuke set the pace of his thrusts that was at just the right speed mixed with the right amount of roughness that had their hips snapping together with every thrust the man gave. She would occasionally feel his hot breath on her neck and the shiver-worthy sensation of his tongue leaving a trail along her clavicle. His perfectly soft lips would leave kisses along the side of her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her soft skin that left her legs weak and had her take in small gasps of air.
Minutes had past that were filled with bliss, which only increased for (Y/N) when her blindfold had been untied and removed from her eyes. The first thing she laid her eyes on was the beautiful man above her.
Damn, he's gorgeous. His raven hair was slightly damp, his bangs sticking to his forehead and the side of his face. The light layer of sweat made him glow in the dim light of his bedroom making him look almost ethereal. His chest and stomach rose and fell from his heavy breathing. The definition of his arms was more prominent while tense as he leaned his weight on them to maintain his balance.
Ryosuke was in short, the sexiest man on Earth. He was perfect in every way. From his personality, to his interests, intellect, appearance, and mannerisms. (Y/N) wouldn't trade him for anything else in the world, for there was none better.
Ryosuke slowed his thrusts so he could take off the cuffs that bound her wrists. Once finished, he placed his hand back down on the bed for balance, his thrusts picking up their pace and roughness once again. (Y/N) cupped his cheek with a soft hand and pulled him down for a passionate kiss they both moaned into. She wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his silky black hair. She tugged on the strands and pulled away from the kiss.
"R-Ryo, I'm close- h-harder!" (Y/N) whined loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist. Ryosuke growled lowly, his rough thrusts getting rougher and hitting spots deep inside her that had her back arching and head leaning back against the pillow. When his thrusts started getting sloppy, he muttered something under his breath that she couldn't make out. He moaned her name lowly right before she screamed his as she came.
"Ryosuke!"
"(Y/N)!" He moaned her name again, loudly this time. He quickly pulled out before he came onto her stomach.
The couple rested for a few minutes to catch their breath and come down from their high. Ryosuke gave her a loving peck on the lips before asking, "Good time for a shower? You can join me, maybe even have a round two?" he smiled and winked suggestively.
"I can't turn that down." (Y/N) returned the smile and they put on their underwear. As soon they open the door, they're greeted by an unimpressed Keisuke leaning against the wall across from them, arms crossed.
He stared at them with a blank face before speaking, "There's no way in hell you two plan on doing that again. And you're not doing it in the shower! I have to use that one too, you know!" The spiky haired blonde proceeded to go on a rant about walking into the house, hearing their "sinful" and "weird and disturbing" noises as he put it, and began to mimic them. (Y/N) and Ryosuke looked at each other and giggled before looking back at Keisuke.
"What, you think this is funny? I don't bring my girlfriend home and make this kind of weird ass noise when someone else is in the house. You're both disgusting." He pushed himself off the wall and turned around, going into his room and closing the door, muttering things under his breath.
The couple looked at each other one more time, smiles on their faces as they shrugged and headed into the bathroom for their shower. "Well, I suppose we'll have to postpone round two for another time." (Y/N) said.
"Looks like we'll just have to go on another date soon." He winked and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.
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