Kyoichi Sudo - REvolution

Kyoichi Sudo - rEvolution

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait, does she run anti-lag?"

"...Yeah."

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

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

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

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

"You."

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

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

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

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

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

She's one hell of a woman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then show me."

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn, that man is something else."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks."

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

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

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

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

"Ok."

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

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

"Ryosuke Takahashi." Kyoichi replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you... Emperor."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Takumi Fujiwara - Heartbeat

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

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

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

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

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

"Takumi?"

"Yeah?"

"Teach me how to drift."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Masterlist: Keisuke Takahashi

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

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Lost Into the Night | Smut |

Falling Into My Heart | Love Triangle |

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

Midnight Lovers | Smut / Threesome |

I Can't Stop Lovin' You | Fluff |

Take My Soul | Angst to Happy Ending |

Kiss To Kiss

Forever Love Me

Forever Love Me (Pt. 2) | Smut |

Right Now | Lime |

Keisuke Takahashi - Kiss To Kiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Keisuke, no."

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

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

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

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

Keisuke groaned, "Fuck you, aniki."

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

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

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

Shingo Shoji - No Control

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bet, bitch."