Hi! If I may can I request a oneshot smut about Keisuke Takahashi x fem reader! the prompt being about car sex 😮💨❤️🔥
the idea popped in my mind after listening to the song “Passenger” by Deftones!
Having Car Sex with Keisuke Takahashi
NSFW
a/n: so sorry for the wait gworl! hope you enjoy this shit as much as I enjoyed writing it teehee. I listened to that song on repeat the entire time.
cw: lotsa pussy talk, dirty talk, cream pie, unprotected sex, afab reader, possessive Keisuke
tags: @dreamcastgirl99
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The night was electric, filled with the scent of burnt rubber and the roar of engines, but the tension in the air had an edge to it. The moon hung low, casting a silver sheen across the twisted mountain pass. Keisuke Takahashi was behind the wheel of his legendary yellow FD, his eyes focused like a hawk, watching the road with an intensity that bordered on feral. His hands gripped the wheel so tightly, his knuckles were white. He was ready for this.
Tonight wasn’t just about proving himself as the best—no, tonight was personal. The other team had crossed a line, taunting him with insults, calling out everything from his driving to his pride. But the final insult, the one that drove him to the edge, was when one of the rival drivers casually mentioned what they’d do if they won.
“If we take this race, I’ll make sure to take your chick with me, too.”
That was the last straw. His blood boiled. His grip on the wheel tightened even more. Nobody disrespected him, and nobody would ever lay a hand on you. Not while he was breathing.
The engines roared again as the race began, but Keisuke was no longer racing just for victory. This time, he was racing for you. He pushed the limits of his FD, throwing it through corners, every motion aggressive, calculated, and precise. His mind was clouded with nothing but fury, and every turn became a punch thrown at the world that dared to mock him.
The rival car stayed neck and neck, but Keisuke was relentless, pushing harder, faster. He could feel his opponent trying to play games, weaving in and out of his lane, trying to throw him off course, but Keisuke wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. His thoughts flashed to you, the way the bastard had spoken about you. His stomach twisted, his anger surged, and he stomped harder on the gas.
The final stretch. Keisuke floored it. His foot was heavy, his pulse racing in time with the engine’s roar. The rival car tried to pull ahead, but Keisuke wasn’t having it. With a final aggressive swerve, he sent his opponent flying into a skid. The tires screeched, the rival car lost control, and Keisuke sailed across the finish line, victorious.
He barely slowed down when he reached the top, the roar of his engine still ringing in his ears. His heart was still pounding, not from the thrill of the race, but from the anger that hadn’t quite settled. He parked the FD with an almost violent force, slamming the car into gear before throwing the door open.
You were already standing at the top of the pass, waiting. You hadn’t seen the exchange or heard the insults, but you could tell by the look in Keisuke’s eyes that something had ignited within him. You approached him cautiously, taking in the way his muscles were still tense, his jaw clenched.
Before you could speak, Keisuke’s voice cut through the air, rough and strained. “Get in the car,” he commanded.
Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you didn’t question him. You simply nodded and followed him to the FD, slipping into the passenger seat without a word. Keisuke slammed the door shut, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, the tension in his posture like a coiled spring.
As soon as the engine roared to life, he punched the gas, taking off down the mountain pass at a speed that made your breath catch in your throat. He was driving like a man possessed, the world outside blurring into a streak of lights and shadows. You could feel the weight of his anger in every corner he took, the force with which he accelerated and decelerated. His eyes were locked forward, but you knew he wasn’t seeing the road anymore. He was seeing something else—something that wasn’t just about the race.
“Keisuke…” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm, your fingers brushing against the tense muscle. “You’re scaring me…”
He didn’t answer immediately, his teeth gritting together. The grip he had on the wheel was almost painful, his knuckles pale against the leather. But when he did speak, his voice was rough, dark with a possessive anger you’d never heard from him before.
“Those assholes think they can take you from me. They think I’ll let them… I’ll never let them touch you.” His voice dropped to a low growl, a warning, a promise. “You’re mine. And they’ll learn not to mess with me, or you.”
You swallowed hard, your heart racing—not from fear, but from something else. Something deeper. The intensity of his words, the way he looked at you, made something inside you twist in excitement and need.
Keisuke was protective, yes, but this… this was a level you hadn’t seen before. This was the side of him that was raw, untamed, and possessive. And you were his.
You leaned forward, placing your hand on his leg, your fingers running up his thigh until you were close enough to feel the heat of his skin. He glanced at you quickly, his eyes dark with a storm of emotions. When he saw the look in your eyes—soft yet full of want—he couldn’t resist.
Without a word, he pulled the car to the side of the road, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. The moonlight hit his face as he turned to you, eyes fierce and full of hunger.
“You want to know what happens when someone tries to take something that’s mine?” Keisuke’s voice was low, every word laced with passion and fury. “I show them exactly how much they’re willing to lose.”
Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours, fierce and demanding. You melted into him, his taste addictive, his presence overwhelming. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him, and the heat between you both became impossible to ignore. Every movement was a surge of desire, a release of the anger that had burned inside him ever since the race started.
You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The world outside, the tension, the race—it all faded into the background. All that mattered was the fire between you, the possessive passion that crackled in the air.
When you finally broke away, breathless and flushed, Keisuke’s forehead rested against yours. His eyes were darker than before, but there was something softer there now, a vulnerability that made your heart race even faster.
“You’re mine,” he whispered again, his hand cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted with the fire of his words. “And I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”
There was something in his eyes then that made you want to give in to him, to let him take you, to prove just how much you belonged to him. And it seemed as though Keisuke knew it, too, because he leaned forward and whispered again, his breath hot against your lips, “Spread your legs for me.”
The command was enough to send shivers down your spine. You felt your skin tingle with excitement, your pulse pounding in your ears. Without a second thought, you shifted your position in the seat, parting your legs and inviting him in.
Keisuke made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. His hands teased the lace-trimmed ends of your panties. His thumb stroked a careful stripe up your covered slit.
You gasped, the teasing pressure making you clench around nothing. Slick began to drip from your hole and drench the delicate fabric covering you.
Before you could catch your breath, Keisuke moved forward, his face inches from yours as he kissed you again. His lips were softer this time, but still demanding, coaxing you to open your mouth for him. You did, and his tongue slipped in, caressing yours with a gentle pressure that had you melting into him.
He reached for your shirt then, his hands moving in a rush to slide beneath it to unhook your bra. His touch was still fierce with passion, but now there was something almost reverent in his movements. He reached down to pull your shirt over your tits, his eyes on yours, his mouth still locked on yours. When you were practically naked from the waist up, he pulled back, his gaze sweeping over your body. The look in his eyes made you flush.
Keisuke leaned back slightly, his hands running up your thighs to your hips, pulling your skirt down until they fell beneath your seat. He let out a low groan as his eyes swept over your body. You were wearing a pair of white panties that had the tiniest lace trim along the edges, and when Keisuke saw them, he almost couldn’t breathe.
His hand reached out, slipping beneath the waistband. His fingers skimmed the curve of your hip, his thumb brushing against you with a soft, teasing touch. You gasped, your hips jerking towards him, seeking more.
“Kei—” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with desire. “Please…”
He looked up at you then, a knowing smirk twisting his lips. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and dark, his finger trailing closer to your clit.
“You,” you whispered back, your face flushing as his finger grazed your most sensitive spot. “I want you.”
Keisuke chuckled then, his expression predatory and possessive at the same time. “You want me baby?”
“I want you,” you whimpered again, the words almost torn from your throat. “Please, Keisuke. Fuck me.”
His eyes narrowed, a fierce glint in his gaze. He leaned down closer, his breath hot on your skin as he whispered, “You want my cock inside your tight little pussy?”
“Y-yes,” you stammered out, your cheeks burning. “Yes, Keisuke—”
“Say it,” he commanded, his voice dark and possessive as his fingers pushed your panties aside and began stroking up and down your exposed slit with a thumb. “Say you want me in that sweet pussy.”
“I—I want you,” you gasped out. “In my pussy—”
Keisuke let out a sound that was almost a growl as his mouth crashed against yours again. The kiss was brutal, devouring, and full of possessive fire. You moaned into it, the desire burning hotter and hotter with every passing moment. Your hips jerked towards him, desperate for more.
As though he could feel your need, Keisuke reached down and tugged at your panties, pulling them down until they joined your skirt in a pool on the car floor. His fingers slid up your thighs again, his touch torturously slow. He parted your legs even wider, his mouth still locked against yours as his fingers ghosted over you.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, breaking away from the kiss to look between your legs. “Your pussy’s so fucking wet for me.”
You whimpered, your skin flushed, your clit throbbing with every word. “I’m always wet for you,” you confessed, your voice high and breathless.
Keisuke groaned at the words, his hand sliding further down until his fingers were stroking between your folds. “Then let me take care of it for you.”
His words were laced with hunger and promise. When his fingers closed around your clit, he began to rub it in firm strokes. The sensation sent your head falling back against the headrest, your breath coming out in sharp gasps.
“You like that?” he asked, a low growl in his voice, his fingers still moving with a sure rhythm. “You like it when I touch your pussy?”
“Yes,” you admitted, your hips jerking with every stroke, your body arching up towards him. “I love it.”
Keisuke murmured a low noise of approval. His mouth dipped lower, his lips kissing down the curve of your throat, over your chest, and further until they were over your breast. His tongue laved against the sensitive skin, the strokes of his fingers against your clit matching the soft flicks of his tongue against your nipple.
He sucked softly, slowly going harder and rougher with your tits until they grew overstimulated from the assault. Nibbles and gentle bites continued, Keisuke sucking as if to draw out milk.
You moaned softly, your body taut, every nerve alive. His mouth finally unlatched from your breasts and moved further down, his tongue trailing a heated path down your abdomen until he was between your legs, his mouth hovering over you.
“Keisuke—” you gasped out, your fingers threading into his hair as he began to lick at your clit. “Oh fuck—”
The words were torn from your lips as his tongue began to work you over, his fingers sliding down your slit until two slipped into your hole. He fucked you slowly with his hand, his tongue torturing your clit, licking and sucking and biting until you couldn’t catch your breath. Your body tensed, your pleasure building to the brink of explosion.
“Keisuke, I—”
You gasped out his name just as the pleasure tipped you over the edge. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as a wave of release crashed through you, your moans ringing out in the night air. Keisuke groaned against you, the sound vibrating against your clit, and you let out another sharp cry as the pleasure rippled through you again.
Finally, when it had faded to aftershocks, Keisuke pulled his mouth away. His eyes were dark as he watched you, his fingers still buried inside your pussy as he stroked your oversensitive walls. His movements were slower now, more gentle, but no less torturous for it.
“Again,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down your skin. “Come for me again.”
The words were a command, his fingers moving again as his mouth found your clit once more. You cried out, the sensation almost too much, but it was also exactly what you needed. His fingers fucked you deeper, his tongue moving faster as he sucked your clit into his mouth and began to nibble gently. His teeth grazed your swollen skin, and you moaned again, your body beginning to arch up towards him once more.
You were so close, the pleasure building like a tidal wave inside you, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Then he spoke again, his voice muffled against your skin, but the words making your pulse skyrocket all the same.
“Come for me,” he growled, his tone possessive and dark. “Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock.”
The image his words brought to mind was almost enough to send you over the edge again. His cock inside you, filling you up and fucking you until you came screaming his name. But before you could get there, Keisuke decided he wanted to watch you come for him one more time. He pulled away, his fingers and tongue slipping from your body as he leaned back and reached for his zipper.
His cock sprang free, hard and ready. Keisuke stroked himself with a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes never leaving you. The sight of him like that, so big and hard and thick, made you feel hot all over again. Your pussy throbbed, your nipples tightening with renewed desire.
“Please,” you whispered again, desperate to have him fill you up.
He chuckled softly then, the sound low and predatory. “We can’t fuck in the passenger seat,” he said. “But maybe if you get into the back, we can make it work.”
Your pulse leapt at the words, your breath catching in your throat. You nodded eagerly, his possessive tone sending shivers up and down your spine. Without a word, Keisuke climbed over you and moved to the back seat, his hard cock still held in his fist. He waited for you, and when you slipped into the seat, he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him until your legs were spread wide around his hips.
“Now this is a good view,” he purred, reaching forward to stroke your pussy with a knuckle. “This tight little pussy, just waiting for me to fuck.”
Your skin was flushed, your hair a wild tangle from earlier, but when Keisuke’s fingers stroked against your oversensitive clit, your eyes locked with his.
“Fuck me,” you begged. “Please. I need you inside me.”
The words were almost a whine, but he seemed to like that. He grinned, his hand stroking you again as he shifted forward, his cock poised at your entrance.
“You want my cock,” he murmured, his voice laced with dark promise as he began to push inside you. “You want it deep in this tight pussy?” The question was a taunt, his gaze locked on yours as he slowly filled you up.
“Y-yes,” you gasped again, your hips rocking back to meet his tip as he finally buried himself inside your cunt.
“Good girl,” Keisuke growled out. His arms braced on either side of your hips. He pulled back slowly, his cock dragging against your walls before he thrust back in, hard and deep. The motion made your breath stutter, your tits bouncing as he slammed inside you again and again.
His cock filled you completely, the stretch a welcome sensation that had your pussy clenching tightly around his girth. It made him groan, his hips working even harder to get deeper inside you.
“Fuck—” he gasped out, his eyes half-lidded as he watched the place where you were joined. “Your pussy feels so good—”
You moaned out encouragement, your body rocking to meet him with every thrust. His cock began to work faster, the slapping sounds of our bodies filling the car. Your nails dug into his arms, the only thing holding you up as Keisuke continued to fuck you. It felt incredible, your body tense and burning with pleasure. When his hand slipped between your legs to tease at your clit again, you knew you were a goner.
“Keisuke,” you panted out, your pussy tightening around him. “I’m going to—” The words ended in a soft cry as your orgasm ripped through you, clenching tight around his cock and milking him with a vice.
Keisuke’s groan matched yours, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you up with his release. Your hips jerked against his, your cunt pulsing around his still-hard cock until the last drops of his come were milked from him. Then, as though boneless, he collapsed against you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist and holding you close.
When your breaths began to slow, your bodies still locked together, Keisuke finally lifted his head and stared down at you. There was a fierce protectiveness in his eyes, but also something softer, something that made you heart skip a beat. His mouth dropped to yours for a kiss that was nothing like the others. It was soft and slow and full of affection, and it made your heart soar.
When Keisuke pulled away from the kiss, his hand stroked gently against your cheek, his lips curving into a small smile.
“You’re mine,” he murmured. “And you’ll always be mine.” The words were possessive, but also full of promise. And from the look in his eyes, you knew that he would always keep that promise. He would protect you with every part of his being, and you would love him just as fiercely.
“I’m yours,” you replied, the words torn from your heart.
He smiled again, the look full of warmth and affection. “That’s all I need to know,” Keisuke murmured as his lips met yours again.
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