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Shingo Shoji - Saturday Night Fever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#initiald #initial d #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #shingo shoji #anime #Shingo shoji x reader #Shingo shoji x reader lemon #shingo shoji x reader smut #initial d x reader #initiald x reader #x reader lemon #x reader smut

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thedigitalpen · 5 years

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First encounter and Takumi is already giving Keisuke more than a run for his money.

They don’t each other yet and have no idea what the future holds, but this can definitely be called one of those “fateful encounters” for these two because we know exactly how they’re going to end up influencing each other and the paths that they’re bound to take.

#initial d #anime #takahashi keisuke #fujiwara takumi #not my main ship #but i guess you could call it a secondary ship #it's valid as an otp #the evidence is clear #what would this ship name be?#anyone know?#takumi x keisuke #keisuke x takumi

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holycow99 · 3 years

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石田お寿司 12/9/21 stream translation Part 4

This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.

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(t/n: ** means translation may not be accurate.)

I: We’re talking about the commemoration of 30,000 subscribers, right? What should we do?

C: Is this a chatting stream?

I: Well, yeah.

C: Let’s play game now.

I: I’m totally okay with it.

C: I feel bad that I pinned this person’s comment. Should I unpin it? This is what’ll happen if you guys aren’t careful with your comments. You’ll be exposed. I’ll forgive this person.

C: Please do streaming of you working on lyrics.

I: I’m totally okay with something like that.

C: Have you ever received hair?

I: I did receive something similar. A deep red colour. Was it a wig or something? This is a true story.

C: Scary!

I: I didn’t think it was scary though. I was like “I see…”. It was unique.

C: Have you received a marriage registration form?

I: No, but I once received a purikura photo from a gal. The letter was cute. She’s seriously a gal, with the round letters and all. She’s super young and the purikara was cute. The content of the letter was hilarious. She’s like “Let’s hang out!”, “It’s fun!” “I read TG! I don’t understand it, but it’s fun!”. She’s totally a gal. It was amazing. How did I get that? That’s a good one, though I didn’t get to hang out with her.

C: Eh, is it okay to send purikura?

I: I’ll just take a look at it if you send one. I won’t do anything about it. Nothing will happen.

C: Impressive move.

I: Right? But I think it’s the culture. I wanna experience this kind of culture as well. I want gals and Exile fans to read my works, not just people who have read TG. I wanna write something that everyone can enjoy.

C: You wanna interact with gals?

I: I wanna try. Normally, you won’t be able to, right? Have I ever talked to a gal before? A real gal. Avu-chan was super gal-like. Avu-chan is a gal. My first encounter with a gal was with Avu-chan from Queen Bee.

*He’s imitating Avu-chan’s way of talking.

I: I see. So there’s a lot of way to enjoy TG.

C: Seems like you’d be a grandpa.

I: Definitely the case if I ever meet a gal.

C: Are you extremely close with her (avu-chan)?

I: I’m the type who approach the other party. Well, I’m sure everyone is like this, but don’t you have different personas? I wasn’t pretending or anything, but I wore a gal persona for the first time when I was with Avu-chan. Avu-chan has a gal-like personality, so I thought I also needed a new persona. By the way, have you played the game Persona? Just like how the main character attained new personas, the gal persona came out aggressively from behind me and possessed me.

I: Akechi is cool, right? (t/n: Akechi is a character from Persona 5.)

C: Please impersonate Avu-chan.

I: Avu-chan’s impersonation? “But then~”. How is it again? “Sui Sensei is~”. But she talks about deep stuffs, even though she’s a gal. Although she’s a gal, she’s someone with a lot of knowledge.

C: can you read gal’s alphabet?

I: I can if I try hard enough.

I: I wanna include a gal character in choujin x.

C: Sensei seems to have high communication skill.

I: I don’t think so. There’s a term called ‘communication monster’. My friend, Takahashi Kunimitsu form Osterreich is a communication monster. He knows how to hype people up, since he doesn’t say offensive things.** He can join in conversations with anyone, anywhere like a clown. Then, he’ll be very tired after that. It’s wearing him out on top of having a high communication skill. That is a communication monster. I can join in a conversation as well, but unless it’s with someone I’m fond with, I won’t. It’s tiring.

C: People who are good at getting along with others do exist.

I: Yes. He’s good at that.

I: Kunimitsu’s seriously amazing. He got along with a granny he just met in a bar. I just listened to their conversation the entire time.

C: Isn’t that considered as a communication disability if you get tired by it?

I: I do think it’s a sign of communication disability**, But again, that’s just another side of it. It’s the same as shy people who can speak well.

C: Was it the one you posted on twitter?

I: Yup. The one at the bar in Nogata. Was it in Nogata? Probably there. But I think band men have great communication skill, since they meet various types of people.

Y****: I don’t like gals.

I: That’s not good. You’re in the theatre club, after all. Someone involves in theatres can’t be bias. It’s okay if you don’t like them, but it’s better to come across them.

C: Is it important to talk and meet with various people?

I: Hm, I wonder. I think it’s important, especially when you’re still shaping your identity. I speak like this because I didn’t manage to meet and get along with people. I was super serious whenever I was invited to a live show, like the time I met Mr. TK. I was super serious every time I met people when I was in my 20s.

C: You did meet Gegegay, right? (t/n: Tokyo Gegegay is a Japanese dance & music group.)

I: I did. I might not be able to converse with him if I didn’t come prepared. They’re super nice though. Mr. Mikey’s punch was strong. I was like “so we’re gonna have this kind of conversation on our first meeting.”. But it was really entertaining. He’s actually being considerate of me. Somehow, I’ve had a conversation with Mr. Mikey and Ms. Reol, just the three of us remotely. Mr. Mikey was really considerate during the conversation to make it very enjoyable. I was amazed by it.

(t/n: Mikey is the leader of Tokyo Gegegay. Reol is a Japanese singer.)

C: Have you ever met Hirose Alice? (t/n: Hirose Alice is an actress. She’s a big fan of TG.)

I: Nope. I think it’s better not to meet her. There’s no chance to meet her.

C: Who’s the person you’re most nervous with when you met them?

I: It’s hard to tell, but I felt nervous every time I met someone for the first time. Then, the feeling gradually disappeared after I got to know them. That’s not good, isn’t it? But, when I met Togashi sensei, it’s more like a dream. It’s an indescribable feeling when I met him. I was like “This kind of feeling exists.” I was nervous when I met Avu-chan as well. But rather than feeling nervous, since she was very nice, I was able to talk a lot. It was fun.

*Someone asked if he had meet Masataka Kubota.

I: I’ve met him.

C: Do you have a mentor?

I: Probably Hara sensei. The word ‘mentor’ is hard to describe. But, he’s somewhat a mentor-like presence to me. I don’t know.

C: Do you like Yonezu Kenshi?

I: That’s needless to say. Everyone likes him.

*Someone asked if he’s met Horikoshi Kohei sensei (BNHA’s author).

I: Nope. We have the same age.

C: He drew the draft while lying down, right? (t/n: OP probably talking about Togashi sensei.)

I: He showed me how he did the draft.

*Someone asked if he’s met Inoue Takehiko sensei (Slam dunk’s author.)

I: Nope. If Hara sensei is considered as my mentor, though I can just call him that, Inoue Takehiko sensei would be my mentor uncle.

C: Was Masataka Kubota good-looking?

I: He’s super good-looking.

*Someone asked if he’s met Kotoyama sensei (Dagashikashi’s author).

I: I’ve never met her.

*Someone asked if he’s met Araki Hirohiko sensei (Jojo’s author).

I: Nope. Wait, I did. It was when I was still an assistant. My senior, Matsubara Toshimitsu sensei, who’s writing a manga called Kurogane no Valhallian in Young jump, was like “Araki Hirohiko is here! Let’s meet him for a bit!”, and I agreed to him. Araki sensei is on another level, as expected. He’s super-duper famous, after all. All the assistants were surrounding him, asking him for pictures. When it was our turn, my smile was so stiff when I took a picture with him. I was too nervous. It was a distorted smile. Then, Mr. Matsubara accidentally stepped on Araki sensei’s foot. He’s like “I’m sorry! I accidentally stepped on your foot!” By the way, I went to the new year’s party in my pajama, which had curry on the sleeve and took a picture with Araki sensei. The clothes were shabby. Since Araki sensei was a nice person, He complimented me saying the it was fashionable. I was so thankful. He complimented my pilled and curry stained clothes. I was happy for that. I went there wearing pajama because I didn’t have any other clothes. The clothes were in a white colour. I went there wearing a parker with dull pants. He was really cool. Very young-looking and a wonderful person.

C: Have you gotten a chance to meet Miura Kentaro sensei (Berserk’s author)?

I: No, I’d never met him. I liked him a lot. I still like him. I can’t continue talking about him. It’s too sad. I can’t express how I feel other than I’m sad. Death. Regarding this, I wish people wouldn’t pray to the dead souls so casually. I don’t like praying to the dead souls nor do I like people doing that as well.

C: Have you met Mengo sensei (Scum’s wish’s author) and Aka sensei (Kaguya sama’s author)?

I: I’ve met Ms. Mengo a long time ago. She’s always present at parties. She’s quite stand out as well. She’s wearing cat ears the first time I met her. It was cute. I think I have met Akasaka sensei. Probably just introduced myself.

C: You’re a mangaka, but have you been surprised by other mangakas’ personalities?

I: Pretty much. Like their images or...Well, aren’t you like that with everyone? Isn’t it normal to be surprised by their images, physiques, and voices? Since you never imagine about those things.

C: I want you to meet Isayama sensei.

I: Isayama sensei’s also the same age as me.

C: I have met Itagaki Keisuke sensei (Baki’s author)!

I: So you’ve met him. I see.

C: Have you met Inagawa Junji (actor & director)?

I: I want to.

*Ishida was about to read a comment but stopped.

I: People will keep asking who I’ve met if I answer this, so I’ll skip it.

*He still answered the question.

I: I’ve never met Ryuuichi (illustrator & character designer). He’s gotten married. He looks happy, so it’s all well. Ever since before, I didn’t think he had to be that self-asserting. He didn’t need to tell who he was. It’s already written in his account. I was like “Don’t worry, everyone knows. Everyone sees it.” Well, he looks happy, above all.

C: I was excited seeing Hara sensei at the Kingdom exhibition.

I: Oh, he was there.

Part 5

#ishida sui #tokyo ghoul #jack jeanne #choujin x #chojin x #ishida sushi channel

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pervitiini · 4 years

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Idk if u still do the send me a character buuut Hojo Gou (๑´• ω •̀๑)

Sure! Mattias, my dear, you’re predictable.

send me a character

favorite thing about them

He can be a bit grumpy and tries to seem intimidating but is actually a total sweetheart (and I can’t help thinking that some of his superficial coldness stems from feelings of abandonment; by keeping distance to people he is trying to protect himself from having to go through the same pain as Rin caused him). Even Shinji, an angsty unmotivated teenager, describes him as kind and can see that Gou is very fond of him.

In addition, Gou’s design is one of my absolute favourites, he is a fashion icon.

least favorite thing about them

He calls Kaori stupid for taking her own life which is an incredibly inconsiderate thing to say. It is understandable that by blaming others he is trying to reason Rin’s behaviour because sometimes dealing with the fact that our loved ones have done wrong can be hard. However, that does not justify disrespecting Kaori like that.

favorite line

“This is fun. It’s not about logic. You can’t just allow your opponent to pull away. If I see a car trying to outrun me, I must chase it. That’s just natural. It makes my blood boil.”

brOTP

Gou & Eiji

OTP

Gou x happiness, Gou x finding joy in racing again

nOTP

Tbh, I don’t remember having seen any gross ships involving him and I like to keep it that way.

random headcanon

Gou becomes close friends with Takahashi brothers after the events of the final stage. It would make sense because he, after all, highly respects Ryosuke as a racing genius but also as his brother’s best friend; I get a feeling that despite of not knowing the details, he could tell that Rin returned somehow thanks to Ryosuke. Having mutual friends could also help them to get along more easily as even though Gou seemed to forgive Rin nearly instantly, there are probably some unresolved conflicts between them.

In the series, the Hojo brothers are compared with Takahashis but I find Gou having even stronger resemblance with Ryosuke than with Keisuke; They both have an analytical approach to racing as well as (at least current) disinterest in circuit racing. Nevertheless, I think Gou would get along very well with both brothers.

unpopular opinion

I do not really even know what would be a popular opinion about him. Somehow it seems like that in western fandom fifth and final stages are unpopular in general. There are even people who think that the first stage is the only “right” one (basically genwunners? lol) and even though I must say that the first stage is my favourite as well, I wish later stages would also get the attention they deserve. There are many really interesting things going on (and excellent meme material).

tl;dr my unpopular opinion is that we need more gou memes

song i associate with them

I am shamelessly using my chance to mention one of the best songs of one the best albums ever:

Avenged Sevenfold - Sidewinder

(Gou would totally listen to A7X, he is a man of culture.)

favorite picture of them

go back to your fashion magazine where you came from, pretty boy

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recentanimenews · 3 years

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World Trigger Stage Play Unveils Four More Cast Visuals

The official website for "World Trigger the Stage," the forthcoming stage play adaptation of Daisuke Ashihara's sci-fi action manga World Trigger, has posted four more cast visuals - Himika Akaneya (Laala Manaka in PriPara) as Shiori Usami, Kosuke Kujirai (Kaoru Kaido in The Prince of Tennis musicals) as Takumi Rindo, Koji Kominami (Koji Mihama in KING OF PRISM stage plays) as Jun Arashiyama, and Misato Kawauchi (Yuu Koito in Bloom Into You stage play) as Ai Kitora.

Message from Himika Akaneya (Shiori Usami):

"When I was asked to be a part of the stage play, I checked the original manga and the anime. I was quickly fascinated by the world of World Trigger. With an exciting feeling as a fan, I strongly felt that I want to live in this world as an actor, and also want all World Trigger fans to experience it! With Shiori Usami-chan's endless kindness, and flexible heart and brain, I will do my best to support everyone in their fight!"

Message from Kosuke Kujirai (Takumi Rindo):

"While paying respect to the wonderful original manga, I will do my best on stage to express the easygoing atmosphere that Takumi Rindo has and his somewhat mysterious part."

Message from Koji Kominami (Jun Arashiyama):

"World Trigger has been very popular with its manga, anime, and game. I am very happy to be able to live in the world with this stage play adaptation. I would like to do my best to create the show while receiving various stimuli from the people I have worked with in the past and the people I know by name but will be working with for the first time."

Message from Misato Kawauchi (Ai Kitora):

"I feel very honored to be able to be involved in the series that I myself also love. I would be very happy if you could experience the dynamic and fascinating world of World Trigger at the theater! Look forward to it!

"World Trigger the Stage" is scheduled to be performed in Tokyo and Osaka from November to December 2021. Norihito Nakayashiki, known for his writing works for the successful stage play series Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyu!! from 2015 to 2021, serves as the writer/director.

The previously announcefd four main cast memebrs:

Yuuma Kuga: Keisuke Ueda (31 / Manami Sangaku in Yowamushi Pedal stage plays)

Osamu Mikumo: Takuya Mizoguchi (25 / Shin Oikawa in Dream Festival!)

Yuuichi Jin: Kensuke Takahashi (26 / Daichi Ozora in Ultraman X)

Chika Amatori: Arisa Sonohara (19 / Asahi Minato in Ultraman R/B)

Key viusal:

Announcement PV:

『#ワールドトリガー』が、待望の舞台化！『ワールドトリガー the Stage』、東京・大阪にて2021年11月-12月上演決定！ #空閑遊真役：#植田圭輔　#三雲修役：#溝口琢矢（W主演） #雨取千佳役：#其原有沙　#迅悠一役：#高橋健介　他脚本・演出：#中屋敷法仁公式HP⇒https://t.co/ziPdWJPmTC pic.twitter.com/asxcRkJYST

— ワールドトリガー the Stage (@W_Trigger_Stage) March 4, 2021

Source: "World Trigger the Stage" official website / Twitter

By: Mikikazu Komatsu

#Anime #News #Latest in Anime News by Crunchyroll!

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sleepy-exe · 2 years

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Remember [Initial D]

Takahashi Ryosuke x f!reader

Summary: Ryosuke recalls the night you two met

Word Count: 500+

Warnings/Genre: sfw, fluff, established relationship

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

Remember

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

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

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

A light chuckle warms your ears, "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

He nods in agreement. "Still though."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

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

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spaceboxingpsycho · 7 years

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Name one thing you love about Initial D for every letter of the alphabet! E.g. A - Akina Speed Stars B - Bunta, etc. :)

OMG this ask is a KILLER FOR SUREI’m gonna take this challenge HEAD ON

A - AE86B - Blind Attack aka OHSHIT ur a pro-racer and u JUST GOT REKT BOYYYIYIIIC - (Suzuki) CappuCCino beCause it Cute as heCka C; D - the one and only, the InitialE - E U R O B E A TF - Fujiwara Tofu Shop G - GT-R H - Hakone TurnpikeI - Itsuki Takeuchi aka the BFF best unwavering unending support one could ever ask forJ - Joshima Toshiya vs Fujiwara Takumi (my fav race in the whole series)K - KEISUKE 🔥🔥🔥L - Legend 3 >:3cM - MAZDA RX-7 N - (Myogi) Night Kids aka the edgelord team of my soulO - Okuyama Hiroya vsTakumi (also a v good race ... damn letter O)P - Project D ofc ….. and also Purple sunglasses straight from toptier 80s fashion thrift store (thank you, holy rx7, for Stage 2)Q - Quality Memes (yes I have a playlist…..)R - RYOSUKE ❄️❄️❄️S - Sleepy Slep Boy (best meme name for Takumi Fujiwara)T - Takahashi Twin Drift ™ U - Usui Pass V - VTEC DIS (Honda Civic ascends with a rainbow)W - Wings growing out of cars, majesticallyX - Xmas Eurobeat ????? (it’s not really iniD related but shut up .. also hc that the Takahashi mansion was LIT AF partying to this on xmas)Y - Yuichi’s sad unrequited love for BuntaZ - Zero and his Fairlady Z (lowkey best nerdy dad, savior of us all)

#shitpost #initial d #VERY GOOD!!#whoever sent this ask...thanks for the headache :D #no jk I love you #Anonymous

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infernalkrp · 6 years

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HERE YOU LEARN KNOWLEDGE BEGINS WITH FEAR.

STUDENT FILE. TAKAHASHI, Keiko.

PERSONAL. Takahashi Keiko, born on 18/10/2000 ( age 17 ) in Nagoya, Japan. Currently receiving no scholarship.

ACADEMIC. Second year. Registered in the Art Department, coursing history of fine arts and history of cinema. Currently ranking in Gamma Tier, assigned to dorm room GF-01.

SOCIAL. Participates in the Gardening Club, as member, and the Swimming Team, as member. Associated with the PSIC, as member.

RESTRICTED ACCESS.

HISTORY.

keiko is born as the second child to associate economics professor takahashi takeshi (a second-generation zainichi with chongryon upbringing) and advertising director shirota yumiko (a second-generation zainichi with mindan upbringing) in nagoya, though the family moves out to tokyo a year later when takeshi is appointed tenured professorship at waseda university.

her parents are well-regarded figures in their respective fields and work diligently to provide a stable foundation for their two children. keiko grows up without much of the hardships her own parents had faced as youth.

her brother, eight years her senior, sets an example for his little sister to follow. he attends amji institute after expressing his desires to learn korean proper (and not at weekend school or preparing gimjang with grandma) and study in the west for university.

the good-natured keiko is also easily distracted, with constantly flip-flopping interests. they think amji might instill the work ethic and resolve she lacks—and what older brother keisuke emerged from high school chock full of.

keiko undergoes intense private tutoring a year before application season. she barely tests in.

attending amji proves to be a double-edged sword. within her first year keiko quickly hones in on an area of study that she excels at and sees herself possibly pursuing after graduating, but it amounts to little as she struggles terribly with the rest of the school’s curriculum.

her failures don’t faze her; she manages to scrape by with her less-than-stellar performance, choosing to focus the bulk of her energy on things that matter instead: history, nail art, her budding herb garden, neo-noir night, and ghosts.

LIMITATIONS.

dad’s korean is getting worse as he gets older. you’re acutely aware of the hot embarrassment that tinges your ears red when he struggles to communicate with the waitress as he squints with great difficulty at the menu on the wall. what’s that one, second from the bottom? sorry, what was that? can you repeat one more time, please? and then, giving up, we’ll take one, before he turns back to you with a slow smile.

dad. you say, and your voice rises even though you don’t mean to get impatient with him. he’s just trying his best. he probably feels embarrassed, too, looking at the way his upper lip crooks and he reaches a hand behind his head, patting where the hair is thinnest. he switches back.

iyaaa, i’m sure it’ll be tasty. i’ve never had this regional cuisine before.

neither have you. everything about this is new. even having dad sit here in front of you like this is new. mom left a week ago on business but dad said he’d stay with you until you kicked him out. he’s actually leaving tomorrow. you think maybe he’d said it out of guilt for pushing you into this situation in the first place but mostly you think he said it because he loves you.

you love dad, too, even if you don’t have the courage or sense to tell him that right then and there. you pick up your metal chopsticks and nibble on an over-seasoned piece of fried fish cake, savoring this moment for all that it’s worth. when the mystery soup comes out of the kitchen, dad stands up to ladle it into your bowl. plop plop. he tells you to eat up before it gets cold. his voice sounds far away.

you take a bite. it’s comforting. the potato balls are soft and bounce happily on your tongue. the broth is gentle, and warms you down to your core. it’s simple food but emotion hits you like a wave and there are tears welling in your eyes when you look back up. dad.

by this time tomorrow, he’ll be on a plane back to tokyo and you’ll be on your own. you won’t see your family until summer. it will be like this—rare holidays and fleeting reunions—until the day comes when you assume your parents’ place and they are children again. the knowledge was always distantly there but it takes a bowl of hot soup for it to register. you look at dad’s bald spot and the first tear trails down your cheek. dad, i don’t want you to leave. when he sees you crying, he panics like you expect him to and grabs as many napkins as he can from the table dispenser to catch your tears.

keicchan, don’t cry. tochan’s right here. i’ll cancel the flight if you want me to. i’ll stay as long as you want.

you can hear a lump lodged in his throat, too. but you shake your head and shove another spoonful of soup into your mouth. you have to go and i have to stay. you chant the words over and over between chews as dad reaches across the table to hold your other hand. these are necessary growing pains. you have to go and i have to stay.

ASPIRATIONS.

it’s field day and the relay has taken everything out of you, maybe even a chunk of your soul. you lay on the grass snow angel style in the dead of summer. the grass underneath is poking past the fabric of your shorts and prickles at your skin and even though it’s uncomfortable you are simply too exhausted to budge.

your eyes are closed but you hear her approaching you, feet padding softly on the ground until they’re next to your left pigtail. she crouches down and tells you to open your mouth so you do. then she pours water into your mouth. the water is cold and clean. it feels like that missing chunk of your soul has just slipped back into you—or that a part of her has entered you. “thanks,” you manage feebly, and cross an arm over your eyes to block out the sun but more importantly to cover your face. you think maybe the redness from having overexerted yourself will obliterate any chance of her finding out that she’s the one actually setting you on fire.

when you no longer hear her within earshot, you sit up and open your eyes. she’s left a water bottle next to where your right pigtail had been. you chug it down as quickly as you can to extinguish the flames in your face and the water rises in your belly, sloshing heavy.

BEHAVIOR.

[ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] thinking of just getting my hair done during chuseok [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] but that reminds me [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] [x] [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] ??? [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] did you do these yourself or [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] hahaha no i wish [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] i just got them done by a friend i can rec you if you want in ;) [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] who omg [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] uhh you might not know her [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] takahashi keiko [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] whattt no we were in the same philosophy section last year i remember her she was cute. and kinda weird lol [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] don’t have her kakao or anything tho so yeah put in a good word for me [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] does she take appointments or smth? and how $$? [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] i’m not sure actually she runs a mysterious operation and practically gives manicures away for free like i only paid ten thousand [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] not surprised lol she like never talked during our section meetings and was always sick or asleep [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] she must have skipped hahaha she never gets sick [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] also recall her like.. filling up entire notebooks with flip art. and her handwriting is mad good so figures [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] yeah IT IS omg so nice [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] she’s sweet though!! i don’t see her a lot bc she’s always out with her club friends doing god knows what but she’s super sweet [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] how do you know her then [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] we’re neighbors [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] i’m a gamma bitch remember [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] oh that’s right. dumb bitch [ kkt ⇀ 구XX ] you wanna stay a dusty hands bitch? [ kkt ⇀ 왕XX ] love youuu

#inf:file #subplot: psic

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scarletnakazato · 2 years

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Initial D Headcannons: First Date

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Daftar Lagu Untuk Kouhaku Uta Gassen Tahun Ini Telah Diumumkan!

Masyarakat Jepang yang malas berpergian ke luar rumah di malam tahun baru, biasanya akan menonton TV sembari bersantai di kotatsu. Salah satu program TV populer yang tayang menjelang pergantian tahun adalah Kouhaku Uta Gassen, para penyanyi, band, hingga idol group yang dibagi menjadi dua kelompok, merah (akagumi) dan putih (shirogumi) tampil, dan para penonton pun dapat memilih tim favorit mereka. Pada tanggal 31 Desember 2017 mendatang, acara musik Kouhaku Uta Gassen ke-68 akan disiarkan oleh NHK.

Para musisi yang akan tampil di acara itu pun telah diumumkan beberapa diantaranya yaitu, Arashi, Shiina Ringo, Daichi Miura, Ken Hirai, Keyakizaka46, AI, Hoshino Gen, dan Sandaime J Soul Brothers dan masih banyak lagi. Baru – baru ini mereka juga telah merilis daftar lagu yang akan dibawakan oleh para pengisi acara Kouhaku Uta Gassen.

Tim Merah (Akagumi)

AI x Naomi Watanabe – Kira Kira E-girls – Love ☆ Queen Sayuri Ishikawa – Tsugaru Kaikyou Fuyugeshiki Ichikawa Yukino – Jinsei Ichiro AKB48 – Shichosha ga Eranda Yume no Kohaku Special Medley Oka Midori – Sado no Yu Fue Mai Kuraki – Togetsukyou ~Kimi Omofu~ Keyakizaka46 – Fukyouwaon Sakamoto Fuyumi – Otoko no Hi Matsuri Shiina Ringo to Tortoise Matsumoto – Menukidori SHISHAMO – Ashita mo ~Kohaku 2017 ver.~ Shimazu Aya – The Rose Superfly – Ai wo Komete Hanataba wo Takahashi Mariko – for you… Tendo Yoshimi – Dotonbori Ninjo TWICE – TT -Japanese ver.- Nishino Kana – Pa Nogizaka46 – Influencer Perfume – TOKYO GIRL Matsu Takako – Ashita wa Doko Kara Seiko Matsuda – Atarashii Ashita Mizumori Kaori – Hayatomo no Seto Little Glee Monster – Suki da. ~Yume wo Utaou ver.~

White Team

Arashi – Arashi x Kohaku Special Medley Itsuki Hiroshi – Yozora X JAPAN – ENDLESS RAIN 2017 Kohaku Special Elephant Kashimashi – Koyoi no Tsuki no You ni Kanjani8 – Naguri Gaki BEAT Hiromi Go – 2oku 4sen Man no Hitomi ~GO! GO! Babururi Mix~ Sandaime J Soul Brothers – HAPPY ~Kohaku Special Version～ SEKAI NO OWARI – RAIN Sexy Zone – Gyutto Takehara Pistol – Yo, Soko no Wakai no TOKIO – AMBITIOUS JAPAN! Hikawa Kiyoshi – Kiyoshi no Zundoko Bushi Ken Hirai – Nonfiction Fukada Kohei – Osho Masaharu Fukuyama – Tomeo Gakuen Hey! Say! JUMP – Come On a My House Hoshino Gen – Family Song Daichi Miura – Daichi Miura Kohaku Special Miyama Hiroshi – Otoko no Ryugi ~Kendama Sekai Kiroku e no Michi~ Yamauchi Keisuke – Ai ga Shinjirarenai nara ~Kikoshitachi no Buto Kai~ Yuzu – Eikou no Kakehashi

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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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scarletnakazato · 2 years

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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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