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Glasswalk

Rating: general audiences Genre: bandfic, drama, friendship, business, anxiety Length: 1/1 -> one-shot Summary: One maybe final conversation between Kaoru and Die, who has made a tough decision concerning the band. Status: Finished.

Glasswalk

When Kaoru entered the foyer of the office complex owned by their music label, all eyes were on him. Those were gloomy looking eyes, set underneath sorrowed foreheads, looking at him like he was the last tiny glimpse of hope, even though the air was as thick as someone had already died.

The bandleader had come to know about the news when he was still on his way back from the airport since his band mates had texted him, one after another informing him of all people after realizing that he wouldn’t be able to make it on time for their maybe most important meeting ever. So they had proceeded on without him, then sending him tiny panicking messages until many of them only read two final words: Die quit.

All of his band mates except the one with the killing news looked at him as if they were saying: “Finally you’re here!”, but none of them spoke a single word. It wasn’t needed.

Instead, Kaoru just stopped for only a second while passing them by and checked the surroundings. Then his low voice stated firmly: “Where is he?”

Three pairs of eyes turned to their briefing room ahead and without further ado Kaoru just kept on walking until he arrived the room that actually had majorly big glass windows all over. He could already spot Die sitting forlorn and waiting on the couch in the farthest corner of the room. That room was fundamentally like all briefing rooms, big screen at the top of the long table with many chairs. The only exception was the small lounge at the back with just a couch and two chairs.

Kaoru didn’t hesitate to enter and when he did, Die’s gaze rose from the ground to the bandleader of whom he had waited out of decency and respect. He hadn’t been able to postpone the meeting about his declaration to quit the band when after all even Kaoru wasn’t the most important person within the construction around their band. But still, of course Die had waited to maybe, who knew, just tell him Goodbye.

Right now though, he didn’t know how to start the conversation since the actual meeting had drained him out already, but he summed up all remaining strength to address the matter one final time for good. “I guess you already know.”

One look at Die and it was easy to tell that he’d been through a hell of a tough morning, the circles underneath his eyes darker than ever. So Kaoru just crouched closer to sit on a chair and nodded. He actually didn’t know what to say either. It wasn’t the first time one of the band members was so full of it that they wanted to quit and it wasn’t a first rodeo for Kaoru to stop them from doing something stupid. But things weren’t as before. It was much more serious. This was Die who had done the quitting already and they were sitting here after his final appointment.

But typically, the bandleader’s silence could be as deafening as his talking sometimes was, and Die just sighed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait for you. It had to be done in time.”

“No, I’m sorry I couldn’t be here in time,” Kaoru responded almost ducking but sounding sincere. “Tommy should’ve known that I wouldn’t be able to make it when he sets a date for you…” He somewhat paused as words failed to come to his mind, “declaring…” Once again he drifted off because for him it was just the hardest thing to say.

“I quit.” Die suddenly spoke up agreeing and crossed his arms in front of his chest, his leather jacket hiding his palms but making him look so very much as if he were about to leave just now.

Inwardly Kaoru panicked at the bare thought but outwardly he tried hard to sum up all calmness he owned. If he had ever learned something from the past, then it was best to radiate stillness. “Tough. You really did, huh?”

The other guitarist just nodded because being lectured and questioned again and again had torn at his raw nerves and worn him out. He’d had enough of them all doing it during the meeting. At least Kaoru seemed much more in control if his emotions and didn’t seem to start any drama even though of course he would have questions too.

He hummed a little as he often did when contemplating and then looked straight at Die. “What are you up to now?”

But asked man just shrugged. “Nothing actually. Live my life?”

“Nah~ really?” Kaoru’s eyes narrowed with perplexity as if he were almost impressed by that simple answer. “Why leave then? Like, seriously. Why you’re quitting?”

It wasn’t the first time Die was asked that very question today and actually he was sick of explaining himself or the lies he had to add because he had been asked to do so by the management and the record label. But now here was Kaoru, trustful old bandleader, who looked at him with those innocent dark eyes and lashes batting up and down as if he had never done anything bad in the world. Of course, Die knew that his band mate was just a normal human being with good and bad sides or days but it was the utter fact that he could just sit there and look at one like an innocent boy at times even though not looking as fresh as a child. Maybe it was that mixture of a by now old man blinking his eyes, while sitting there with his legs spread, clad in dark leisure pants and a hoodie, a cap on his stubbly head, that made Die easily give in and explain himself again. This time it seemed easier at least since they were alone and he had done it before.

“It’s just that I want to be free. That’s it, nothing else.” And he shrugged, his long hair as neat and shaped into light curls as so very often, slightly moving in motion.

But Kaoru furrowed his brows this time. “That’s it?”

Which made Die sigh just a little before he took a staggered breath, looking somewhat defeated. “I don’t wanna jump into a plane anymore when some rich guy buys his wife a meeting with one of us. Maybe for once I wanna know what it’s like to celebrate my birthday with my family and friends. And besides, there’s nothing I really achieved in my life except for this band.” That was that and Die was being more honest than he had been before during the official meeting. After all he was talking to good old Kaoru-kun.

Again, the other man hummed a little. He could understand the feeling of being sold when it came to things they had to do for money since their contracts were strictest level. But Kaoru hadn’t known it’d torture Die this much. “But it’s mostly just a handshake or something…”

“Stop that, okay?” The other man already quipped in. “Don’t run that down. I’m just not you who will straight up advise me to not think about it too much, right?”

Point for Die and Kaoru wryly smiled even for just a second. “I guess.”

Despaired the rhythm guitarist leaned back and crossed his arms again. “The feeling of being sold drains me out. I’m 50 by now and shouldn’t feel like a goddamn host.”

Some of that was true, Kaoru thought to himself. He would’ve liked to say Die should’ve come to him sooner and asked for his help but if he were honest to himself then the bandleader wasn’t exactly a rebel. So he just sighed and nodded.

“Seriously, you always tell us not to think or worry but maybe because of that my life passed me by and now I have nothing but the band.” Oddly their one-on-one conversation went quickly much more profound than it had been during Die’s official declaration and he actually didn’t mind it.

“What do you mean nothing but the band? This band is so big. I’ve never even imagined it to be this big and there’s still so much more to achieve. C’mon, all over the world we’re big, bigger than X. We’ve passed by all our idols and even if sometimes Japanese bands get internationally famous, we still pass them by. What else could you want to achieve?” Maybe Kaoru just didn’t get it and his face resembled it.

“A life maybe?” It was frustrating to talk to the man himself who seemed to nothing but praise his one and only baby. Sometimes it was amusing but more often it was annoying to hear how Kaoru clasped to this band for his dear life. “There’s nothing else. I got shit done with a second band. No wife, no kids. Who knows, I could’ve at least run my own brand. Many do. But all my life goes down the drain for Dir en grey.”

By now it truly pained Kaoru to hear how Die was talking about, truth be told, his one and only baby. But also, he could understand, even if just a little. “But I thought you got a girlfriend? Is that it? You want to start a family? I mean you could run a brand any time, even besides the band. Many do.”

Purposefully Kaoru used the same term at the end because at least he was sure that Die spent enough time in a gym and maybe he should take that time to run a brand or label or whatever. But said man just shook his head and sighed annoyed by now. “Yeah, got a girlfriend and who knows I might start a family. The point is that if I do I want to have time for that family. If I do. Or if I start a brand. Or whatever else I’m gonna do. There’s nothing planned yet. But I just want time for whatever I choose to do! Don’t you get me?”

Seeing how frustrated Die got, Kaoru knew he had to step down a little, even though it still hurt him that right now this band seemed to mean nothing to his fellow guitarist. In defeat, he nodded curtly. “Yes. Yes, I know it’s a drain. It’s not that I don’t feel the same sometimes. Maybe I’m just too used to it by now.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” the other man instantly retorted. “You must really think I wouldn’t notice that every now and then you drop a hint of wishing to just run off on a deserted island or something.”

That moment they both looked at each other and for a second Kaoru considered to play dumb but, in the end, decided against. He wouldn’t try fooling Die right now when he clearly referred to Kaoru’s wish for living in a tropical country that he dropped more often than asked for lately. “But I’m just saying this because…” He shrugged a little sheepishly even. “Just because anybody does. Or maybe because I’m really frustrated or stressed out sometimes. I admit it. But it’s not like I’m seriously considering it. While we’re getting older it seems to get harder without complaining even though actually things are going more smoothly. We got more time to do things, not traveling the whole world in one year. It’s more laid-back, I think. And I still love the traveling. Won’t you miss any of that?”

At first Die seemed to look down and contemplate but then he just shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Even if you’re right and it’s more laid-back as you put it, then why do I feel so bad being stuck in it?” He knew those words would hit his band mate hard but Die had to say them anyway. “It’s all the same every other year and I guess you don’t mind doing it till you die but I honestly don’t think I want that.”

This time Kaoru shrugged and suddenly he got lost in defending what he craved to do until he would die. “I’ve been here before, you know? With Toshiya mostly. He’s had some bad times years ago and even Kyo was about to throw it away once or twice. So maybe I just need you to tell me that there’s really no chance of you staying. Because without you we’re over and even if I’d love to wish you all the best for the future, you do tear us apart and it fucking hurts. Of course it does. We’re done when you’re gone.”

He so wanted to be more sensitive with Die but his heart was tightening right now, Kaoru’s urge to burst from his desire for this band winning over. A part of him was hating the other man just now for shredding to pieces what they had build over so many years.

“Please,” Die pleaded considerately knowing very well what was about to come next. “I know that I’m disappointing you and the others. It’s hard enough and no easy decision. But you’re not over or done if you don’t wanna be. Replace me? It’s not the first time someone leaves a band. Show must go on.”

Not sure if Die actually wanted to be corrected on that one, he quickly dismissed the thought. He was here because he had already made the final move. This was nothing but to talk about it with yet this not so unimportant band member.

Who fairly looked baffled. “How could we?”

But Die had no answer to this one. The other members had to figure it out on their own.

Kaoru almost had to catch his breath until he could go on. “You can’t be replaced. Don’t you see that? There is no us without you.”

That’s when the younger man couldn’t just respond anything simply for the fact that he had accidentally locked eyes with Kaoru and only then realized how heartbroken and sad he was actually staring back at him. Those usually relaxed looking brown eyes were so full of silent pleas that Die had to cast his look away and reach for the bottle of water that stood on the table. He took a few sips and placed it back. “I’m sorry.”

But now the bandleader stayed silent. He leaned back as if realization had struck him and he couldn’t quite decide what to make of it. They had always relied on him even though he was more often emotional than they would’ve ever known. He was in denial and at the very same time it was dawning on him that he would indeed lose his one and only true love that was a plain band. But when he looked at Die and how devastated he seemed to be, then Kaoru couldn’t make himself hate him either.

“At least it was one hell of a ride,” he mumbled and failed miserably to smile. “We really had some good times and adventures.”

“And many at that,” Die agreed, grateful for no further argument, but hopefully lifting their spirits at least somewhat by reflecting on past memories.

“From the very beginning,” Kaoru said and this time he managed to crack a little smile, remembering how Die had basically driven the vehicle with his moving boxes from Kobe to Osaka after he had finally agreed to join their band.

“Till the very end,” Die summarized and nodded. As soon as he had spoken the words, they even sounded almost too final for him and he felt like he wanted to tell Kaoru so much more before he would leave. What better time than now when nothing actually mattered anymore and so he grinned a little. “You know, it was shit ass crazy to end up with you and that older woman in Kabuki-cho.”

Kaoru just quirked his head sideways. “Huh~?” But of course, he remembered. “You mean the woman that had cost us a fortune afterwards?”

Now the taller man just laughed soundlessly but nodded. “Yeah, would’ve been much cheaper without her.”

What made Kaoru pull a little face as he scrunched up his nose. “Wouldn’t have needed a brothel then either.”

He supposed he could show some of his humor after all when Die was digging so deep as to speak of their most intimate accidents, drunk like skunks but oh well. But the younger man had stopped laughing and was looking out of the window, deep in thought as it seemed. Only after a while he spoke up again. “Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been better if she hadn’t been part of it.”

“Hmm?” Kaoru was confused but cool anyway. “What do you mean?”

“Like, if it had been only the two of us.” Bluntly Die stated his thought and looked the other man straight in the eye. “Do you think it would’ve changed anything?”

“Of course.” The bandleader didn’t need to think twice when it came to his answer but he still wondered where that was coming from all of the sudden. “But must’ve been like 25 years ago?”

Die dismissed the gap of years mentioned but grunted hardly audible. “Of course, huh?”

“Yeah?” Kaoru even scoffed a little as he seemed puzzled but he wasn’t exactly more nervous than before though he started to gesture with his hands like he usually did. “You can’t ask such a question after 25 years and expect me to have a better answer for you. So I say of course because it would’ve meant two instead of three. That’s a change of situation anyways.”

If they were just fooling around and kidding themselves Die would’ve rolled his eyes and grinned but now he wasn’t in the mood for that. He was indeed dead serious. “I mean more like being better friends? Or worse?”

Almost upset Kaoru looked at him and cringed. “I wouldn’t know after so many years. Maybe better friends, maybe not. Does it matter?”

A little offended Die sighed again. “Maybe? When I think of how I feel bad in a band that felt like my friends so many years back and now I go home to nothing, my friends being business partners or staff. Well, yeah, maybe I was just thinking about where we’d gone wrong.”

The oddness about the conversation as it was now, was that Kaoru felt like having Die on the hook, although he had seemed to be lost. But who knew, he could as well fall for wrong assumptions. All he knew for sure was that he even felt insulted but he tried to keep calm and steady. “Actually Die, I’ve wondered same thing many times before but because you and everyone else in this band taught me that we're no friends. It was you and them who decided that it’s better to work without occasional arguments between real friends. You wanted distance and you got it.”

Now that his fellow guitarist stayed silent, Kaoru drew in a long breath and decided to finally break some more ice since he hadn’t done that either in all those years. What could happen when he had basically already lost Die? “Indeed I come home and sometimes feel lonely. Not often because we got no time but just sometimes I think back to those times when I had this apartment, no, basically just one room and still we hung out together, all five of us, talking bullshit or playing silly video games. Not that I need that again in 20 square meters but hell, I own a house and if I want to hang out with just someone, anyone, I even have to ask on goddamn Twitter. But it’s never my own band mates who reply.”

Die was feeling being lectured and almost sulked. “I don't have Twitter.”

“I know but you don’t ask me anyway if I wanted to hang out. Basically, all of you made sure we’re no friends anymore. Don’t blame that one on me.” When Kaoru ended his firm request one could still easily see how emotionally bothered he had gotten, the round face flushed and his eyes speaking of anxiety.

And Die knew his band mate was right. That one was on them for avoiding to kill each other at some point. That had begun long ago and dared to happen time and time again until they had brought more distance to each other. It just didn’t feel right after all.

“What if we made a mistake by that?” Slowly he dared to speak even more freely. “We’ve found and formed ourselves and then traveling the world made us stick together again. Even now at least the two of us hang out overseas. It’s the only thing I might miss.”

In all the many years Dir en grey existed Kaoru had never really heard Die being truly melancholic or sentimental. Not around the bandleader anyway. He usually kept it down to being his buddy of some sort, light-hearted, not dwelling, hardly ever teasing or a tiny bit caring when it came to his fellow guitarist. So when Die said he might miss hanging out with Kaoru, then it meant more than one would think. At least the bandleader instantly captured this in his worried mind and even showed a kind but tiny smile.

“I’m gonna miss that too. And you are my friend after all. Just…” Only on rare occasions Kaoru truly wore his heart on his tongue and the situation caused by Die was certainly worth it. But it was tough finding and speaking some words as they just wouldn’t come out easily. “It’s hard. Because you’re right. This band is everything to me and I consider it my child. So as your band mate I don’t want you to leave but tell you to stay and keep on going. But,” he paused, even sniffing curtly as he did so, before taking a deep breath. “As your friend I just want you to be happy and I wish you all the best in this world for whatever you’re gonna do.”

Maybe the rare affection within those words made Die unable to respond, just looking at his own hands for a while. He croaked a silent thank you and tried to breathe less rapidly, his heart rate having increased during the conversation.

“I’m just so confused,” he rasped suddenly and rubbed a palm across his face.

Kaoru didn’t dare saying anything as a glimpse of hope wracked him inwardly. He clenched his teeth just so he wouldn’t speak up before he was sure whether or not Die would continue. If only he knew what to do and if it were the right thing at that. Only as the other man seemed to gain composure instead of talking it was time for Kaoru to do or die. “Is there really, really not a chance of you staying? Because if you’re not a 100% sure, then I can certainly help? With whatever it is. No matter if it’s working on being better friends or building something up like a brand. Or if you need time for your girl to grow a family.”

“Oh my god,” Die just sighed sounding more than annoyed and also a little aggravated. “I’m not even sure if I’m gonna keep the girlfriend. Just stop making up things. It’s actually… maddening! It’s the same shit again as you do all the time, clinging to your goddamn band. This is nothing about me, is it?”

“What? I…” Kaoru was caught off-guard, any words failing to express because he did anything but understand the matter right now. Obviously all he could do was the wrong thing. But it drove him up the walls too, not just Die. “This is about you! Who else would this be about?”

Even more frustrated than this morning Die just got up and ran a hand along his hair. It really wasn’t easy with Kaoru when it came to his love for this forsaken band. At least the younger guitarist thought so when he was standing here and hoping that he would mean more than being a social project within that weird group. “No, it is not about me! It is about the band and you just can’t lose it! You cling to it for your life and it’s okay, really, but as a part of your dear band you don’t wanna lose me. Just for once I wanna mean more than a fifth of a whole. I am me! I only got this one life and if it doesn’t mean the world to you, it’s okay. But it’s all I got, you see?”

Wildly gesturing, Die seemed to desperately want Kaoru to understand. And he did to some extent. After all he wasn’t deaf or dumb. Which is why he also understood that he had sounded like he usually used to, praised his band, not wanting to lose that fifth. But it hadn’t been his intention and if only he could make Die see that. “Yeah Die, I’m dying when losing the band, it’s true. I’m being a pathetic egoist when asking you to stay. But as I admit that, you gotta admit that you’re too blind to see that it’s not just about a fifth anymore. Because I want you to stay! Not anybody or a fifth of something but you. And even if you left, I’d want to help you if there’s something I could help you with. I just really don’t wanna lose you!”

By now Kaoru had stood up as well, trying hard not to fumble as wildly as he usually would but while talking still getting so very much emotional that he had to hold himself back from whining. He doubted though that he was sounding sincere instead of desperate.

Hearing the final words, Die almost broke. Shit he could contain anymore. He had fooled himself when he thought he really could stop his emotions from spilling when for once Kaoru wouldn’t play the untouchable kind. But he hadn’t even thought of the possibility itself happening. Now here they were and the bandleader had dropped that one special line that made Die almost snap. He dragged his nose up and tried hard not to quiver when speaking.

“Me? You just have no idea about me and how I feel.” With trembling hands he pointed at his own chest in an attempt to emphasize the feelings within himself. “If only Kaoru… But it’s not the same feelings within you,” he spoke sniffing and reached out to lightly touch the other man’s chest with just the tip of his index finger, before continuing: “As there is inside me.” And he even forced a sad smile as he laid his palm on his own chest again while water had welled up in his eyes that he would not allow to flow.

But then, anything but expected, his hand was covered by Kaoru’s who stared up at him straight in the eyes. “I don’t know if there’s the same inside you as inside me. I can’t know that.” Trustful, again. Sincere as well. He so much mirrored Die’s expression but only softer, warmer, so very kind. “But there’s a chance.”

And that made the taller man break, giving in and trembling all over, his tears suddenly sliding down his cheeks. He didn’t know if he was just so drained that he couldn’t hold back or if it was the mere touch of Kaoru’s hand. Because they didn’t touch. Ever.

Another hand captured him, he could feel it on his shoulder as he was pulled into a hug. And that they never did either. Not Die and Kaoru. Maybe that was reason enough for his tears to run freely, his body slowly giving in and almost slumping against the bandleader’s not less firm frame.

Thirty years almost and Die had never cried in front of Kaoru. Had never been held either. Had never allowed to let his emotions display freely. But it was to no avail if he thought he could stop himself, instead crying for what he was worth and clinging to the other man like one much too big child. He could feel Kaoru’s arms hugging him more tightly, one hand on his back stroking.

Likely, he would say something, anything that would make him feel less awkward and tiny, so very weak in this moment. But Die had no words when all he could do was to let his tears just flow for a while. And, of course, enjoy the other man holding him of all people.

It was caring and soft, and after some time his low voice rumbled with comfort. “We’ll figure it out.”

Strangely it was soothing, even if Die didn’t quite know what Kaoru was addressing. The band again, or finally, whatever it was that made the younger guy so desperately wish that his band mate mirrored his feelings. He felt like having them kept away much too long when being in this embrace. But for now he allowed himself to believe that it was finally understood that he longed for only Kaoru to feel the same way as Die did about him, and probably also their band.

“We’ll figure it out,” Kaoru’s low voice muttered again as the other man lifted his head after what felt like an eternity and his eyes looked all puffy and red. But the older man just nodded reassuringly and tried a gentle smile all the while still stroking along Die’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed and tried to gain some composure, though his pride was gone anyway.

Kaoru stopped all movement and just looked up at the taller man. “Why don’t we leave and go somewhere else? Just you and me. Talking or sitting. Hanging out.”

Admittedly Die liked the idea. Right in this very moment all that was remaining was confusion anyway. That and the need to have Kaoru by his side. His head felt so full and empty at the same time. And also he felt ashamed of having cried but then again he didn’t care. Though, when looking at the glass windows that separated them from the foyer, Die wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave right now. “I don’t want them to see I’ve cried.”

“Isn’t that what you got your sunglasses for?” Kaoru dared to drop a small joke and showed a crooked smile while Die was wiping across his face with his palm.

Soon enough the bandleader snatched his iPhone from out of his pocket and dialed the usual number when he needed a quick drive.

“Car’s gonna be there in five,” he informed afterwards and checked on Die who was now wearing his sunglasses, a dreadful sigh leaving his lips though.

“I’m sure they’ve seen me through the windows and will ask stupid questions now.” There was a little pout on Die’s lips and if Kaoru had to bet, he’d be sure his friend was rolling his eyes behind those glasses.

“Nobody’s gonna ask questions when I’m gonna make them get lost,” the older man assured and trust him, he could certainly do that if he wanted to. “Let’s get you home.”

He was about to go when Die again stopped in his tracks and shook his head. “I don’t wanna go home.”

So Kaoru just quirked an eyebrow. “Then let’s hang out at mine?”

After all there was no need to ask Die through Twitter. And the taller man smiled, for now, then nodded and followed his bandleader.

Even if nothing was settled, the decision to quit still made, doubts had arisen, things were as unclear as never been before, for now it was good as it was. For now there he was, Die, about to hangout with Kaoru, who was happy for the mere fact. That’s all that mattered.

The end.

Notes: Titled after a song by Bury Tomorrow. 💜

#bandfic #glasswalk #rating: g #dir en grey #direngrey fanfiction #andura #one shot #fanfic #Spotify

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screampied · 7 months ago

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#OOHMAMI! g. suguru

☆ sum. cuban link, diamond cross—you’re a big fan of suguru geto, the top street racer in tokyo. he doesn’t wanna win any more races, he wants to win you this time. keep at it and he might have to fuck you on the highway.

wc. 5.7k

warnings. fem! reader, street racer! geto, pwp, unprotected, suguru has a (dick) piercing / tats, semi-public, riding, brief ōral (f! receiving), you get eaten out his window lol, overstim, dirty talk, praise, size kink, impact play, petnames, drive safe, continuation here :)

an. chase atlantic inspired me ¯\_(ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯

“you, yeah you. wanna ride?”

stop thinking dirty, stop thinking dir—

you stop dead in your tracks, hearing the deafening vrooming of a certain nissan skyline gtr along with a raspy deep voice. you knew that voice, in fact you’d be a fool not to recognize the voice of the suguru geto, infamous street racer who’s won more races around the world than you could count. he’s got a big hand on the steering wheel with his dark purple helmet cracked open. growing pathetically sheepish, you could barely get any words out before you start to feel your feet gradually dragging toward his rumbling car.

“really?” you mumble, barely even pressed up against his tinted window and you could smell his loud rich cologne from there. you couldn’t help but fangirl—and oh, did he look so much better in person. geto’s got pretty long tresses of black hair that’s usually down, but in every race it’s always pinned back. a few loose strands run down his face, peeking out of his helmet and his glove grips tightly against his bedazzled steering wheel that had ‘s. geto’ carved into the material as it flawlessly spiraled around the wheel.

“reaaally,” he tauntingly repeats your word, cocking his head to get a better look at you. you could smell the thick puffed smoke that weeps out of his silvery flashy tailpipes and he hums. slouching back against his seat manspread, his foot eases off from the break and you watch as the flashy racer’s seat flies open on its on, and you step in. “i take it you’re here to see the race?”

no, no you weren’t.

you couldn’t lie to yourself—you were here to see the race, but you were to here to see geto also. you’ve only seen him during his interviews, magazines, and sometimes on tv where his races would be broadcasted for the entire world to see.

but, you managed to snag enough money to actually see him in the flesh.

without a second thought you make your way inside. on the inside, you were screaming. you were currently living every one of his fangirl’s dream. immediately once you sit down, you’re surrounded by the balmy welcoming warmth of his beloved str. you assumed it was an older model but he made it work anyway — it had cushioned seats with blaring speakers and oh, the smell . . it’s almost as if the vehicle had a signature cologne scent of its self. it’s really masculine and it makes your thighs squeeze together once you recline back a bit. his seats warmed up your backside automatically and you glance around the rest of the car, taking in its glitzy beauty.

it’s pretty, you’ve only seen pictures. ogling near his rear view mirror, you see fuzzy dice dangling as he’s adjusting it. the rest of the cars usually gathered near the meet up spot before the race actually starts.

“she’s pretty, isn’t she?” geto snickers, noticing you gawking at the inside of his car.

indeed, you heard about how geto built this entire thing from scratch. before doing street racing as a little side hustling hobby, he used to be a mechanic. a well known one, but that wasn’t as fun as actually racing.

geto tosses an arm behind the head rest of your seat, preparing to go in reverse. “had her for about two years. haven’t lose a match, since.”

“not one?” you murmur, wanting to call his bluff. sure, you’ve never seen anyone covering him losing a match but that was a bit hard to believe.

“doubtin’ me, sweetheart?” he rasps, and you feel the rough jittering of the car. geto’s backing up safely, curving his wheel briefly to drive out of one of his many garages.

sweetheart, you don’t know why but that single pet name had you feeling hot for a moment. once your eyes dart back toward him for a split second, you spot a toothpick sticking out from the corner of his crooked lips. he’s so pretty — he’s got a natural smirk that’s tugging against the corners of his lips. as he starts to drive toward the starting point for the highly anticipated race, a gloved thumb taps against his furry steering glimmering wheel. with a low hum, he glances at you. “seatbelt, silly girl.”

shit, you snap on your seat belt moments later and notice even his signature’s all over his seatbelt covers. ‘suguru geto’ in bright bold letters.

drafty air wafts against your skin as he’s still creating distance with just a few miles. once he reaches near the starting line, you hear his foot tapping against the break.

one, two, three . . three, two, one . . he’s bored.

geto positions his rear view mirror for the millionth time before noticing you zeroing your eyes at his gear shift that glistens from the dozens of rhinestones that glue against the cover. countless diamonds stick up and down the leather skin of the handle and it’s so pretty.

“hold on, sweetheart,” geto purrs, his eyes slowly locking onto the flagger that’s stood in front of the row of cars.

geto’s still got a firm hand gripped onto his wheel, his right foot just barely hovering over the gas. come on, he just wanted to get it over with. you could almost smell the competitiveness dripping from his body.

it was intense, you could almost feel the anticipation as if you were in the driver’s seat. the tall woman that’s dressed in nothing but sheer black carries a hefty checked flag, swaying it in the air every few seconds. as she safely spaces herself between the cars, she does it two more times and you realize it’s almost time for take off.

the cars that were lined up beside and next to geto start to rev their engines and so does he. it’s a roaring groan, and his rousing wheels burn into the hardened cement, his gold pipes coughing up clouds of purple smoke. geto gives his wheel one more tap with his thumb before glancing at you with a cunning grin. “lie back, i take off pretty fast, heh.”

and he wasn’t kidding.

the moment the flagger does a final up-down sway motion with the flag, all race cars accelerate quickly past the starting point. you sink back into the plushy seat as he meanly yanks back his stick shift.

his engine’s loud, and within seconds he’s already in the lead. it’s like he wasn’t even trying. frantic turbo spits through his rusted pipes and you can feel his car speedily pass through each poor vehicle that tries to get in his way.

vroooooom, he’s flying by each checkpoint and you could almost smell the adrenaline that’s coursing through his pulsating veins.

the thrill . .

you felt it all ghost through your own veins, feeling the frigid air roaming through his vents tickle against the hairs that stand up on your arms. geto makes a few sharp turns, keeping an eye on the time every so often. his personal best was around five minutes and seventy-seven seconds. with a coarse grip, he’s tilting his steering wheel while the thunder of his engine growls louder and louder within each whizzing mile.

over time though—you can’t help but be a bit nosy. your eyes shift toward the racer and god, you’re just now noticing how handsome he was.

geto usually wore sweats along with his street gear. he didn’t have to wear his helmet but he preferred it just in case. its all black with a splash of purple—you can see his signature lazily signed near the very top. outlined beside his name was a curling design of smoke. the part where he sees through was all darkly tinted so you could hardly see his face unless you squinted or he took it off.

it’s like it added more to his appeal in a way. he sat manspread and doing so, it gave you a one way ticket to stare straight down at his barely hidden bulge.

fuck, your mind started to ponder. you had so many unanswered questions. isn’t it painful driving around that hard—

“hey,” your raunchy thoughts get rudely interrupted and you don’t even realize how many minutes had passed from you being cooped up in your own lewd fantasm. geto’s driving a bit slower now, around sixty mph instead of his usual two hundred. he’s way in the lead, first place. one hand’s lazily on the steering wheel and he fakes a yawn.

oh he’s cocky.

with a quick glance out his mirror, he knew the other cars were far behind him and he now starts drifting near the freeway. with an intrigued hum, he notices just exactly what you were staring at. his lap. “don’t tell me this was the ride you thought i meant, sweetheart.”

“i—”

it’s like his cologne got louder.

you choked on your words, wondering if you were hearing right. suguru, the suguru geto was flirting with you?

and the thing that got you the most was that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore—every few seconds, you’d lock eyes against him near the ear view mirror, feeling hot once his eyes slowly rove down your figure through his dark tinted helmet.

not only was his cologne loud but so were your thoughts—shamelessly, you did think he was referring to that kind of ride minutes earlier.

and the more you stared at his hardened bulge through his grey sweats, the more you started to think. .

but, little did you know your dirty wish would be granted.

not even a few moment later, you’d find yourself fucked - literally.

geto positions you on his lap, halfway pulling down his loose sweats just so you could ride something else entirely.

instead of riding just his car — you rode his dick, and fuck was he just ridiculously big.

too big, and he knows it. geto groans once he’s buried full inside, lodging his thick cock in between your slimy gummy walls. “shit,” he’d hiss, his head occasionally tossing back once the ring piercing that’s stuck on his tip tap tap tap’s away against your precious g-spot. it swirls all around the inside of your cunt and your thighs struggled to stay open. it tickles, but you were far from laughing. he’s so big, easily rearranging your insides and be barely even had to move a muscle.

he’s ruthless - but your hips were even more ruthless though, far more.

geto knew all too well that this was dangerous—just one swerve from the swerving stimulation of bodies smacking against his and game fucking over.

you moan, burying your face into his neck as your hips continue to move against him. he’s still burning gas as your cunt’s just merrily drooling all down his length from each slapping thrust.

belatedly, your brows furrow, almost forgetting why you even showed up to this event. well, part of why you came. “f- fuck, what about t- the race?” you speak in a breathy tone, your tempo becoming more and more relentless. the salaciously enticing jerk of your unsteady hips gradually turn into rough unstable bounces and he kisses his teeth. geto feels the convulsing veins that run down his cock pulse right through him and between your walls, you feel it too.

“oh, sweetheart,” he huffs, his back of his helmet hitting against his headrest. looking at you with hazy hooded eyes, he flashes you a sleazy grin. “technically, i already won,” and you gasp, feeling him reach a gloved hand down between your rickety thighs. his touch was so gentle, you felt yourself shuddering from both twin digits that drag further down your chest. he cups one of your bouncing tits that pop out of your tank top, brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipple. “god, what a pretty fuckin’ body. look at you girl,” and he’s still got a hand on the steering wheel.

a trembling whimper dies out your throat at the feeling of his swollen fat cockhead vigorously thrusting in and out of your dribbling entrance.

you’re just so soaked. it’s like you can’t help but be sopping wet on his lap and he loves it. sloshes of sobs echo out of your pussy and your legs pathetically quaver directly on top of him.

both of you groan in complete unison and a big hand of his creeps further down, giving your ass a teasing squeeze. “fuuucck, reel those nasty hips. ride it baby, ride me, yeah,” and you hear the grumbling revs of his engine ring against your ears louder. it makes the entire car shake a bit despite him pushing down a few miles. with widened dewy eyes staring at the back of his car, you squint, seeing dozens of cars trying to catch up to geto.

they didn’t have a chance,

they looked like tiny splotching dots in the far distance. geto even had the audacity to not do his usual speed and yet he was still dusting the other racers.

typical.

“s- suguru,” you whine, the undersides of your thighs sticking against him. each time you bounced back on his cock, each ruthless ‘pap pap pap’ of your skin mashing against his and the clingy recoil never fails to leave you brain dead for a few seconds. he’s so thick. you swivel your hips around him, gasping every time his dick piercing scrapes against your clit. the cold material makes a good portion of your thighs quake and you can’t help but coo out a few sweet ‘ooh’ or ‘ah’s right next to the shell of his ear. your panties were lazily shoved to the side and he didn’t even bother taking them off.

yet.

“so fuckin’ big, shiiiit.” you’d whimper, trying to swerve your way all around him. he’s just too big, you were even surprised he fit. you had to go down slow, aligning yourself against him — every few seconds his cock would pop out of you, making that cute squelch sound that makes his suck his teeth in annoyance.

“mhm, ‘n you’re takin’ it so well. you’re a big girl, fuckin’ take it,” he rasps in a hushed tone, nipping a few teeth near the inside of your neck. his helmet along with his toothpick ends up falling near the side of his seat with a loud thud.

your hips were killer.

unlike any opponent he’s had to go up against. you’re happily squeezing around him like a vice, taking in his curved inches like a champ. “f- fuck, who taught you how ‘ta ride? heh, tryna give me a run for my money, hm pretty?”

your whiny moans only pitch louder once he grips a nice chunk of your ass with one hand, peering at his bedazzled dash. the speed was a bit over one fifty now but it didn’t even feel like it.

“ugh, ‘m gonna cum,” you gasp, growing more and more dumb the faster you bounced on his heavy throbbing cock. his peeling sack hangs from underneath and he’s so swollen, you feel it.

maddened angry balls entirely reddened and puffed up from the delicious stimulation. with every sharp pull of your hips bouncing up and down, he feels himself shriveling — he’s so sensitive inside of you, and he can almost taste his own pleasure. whilst you continue to twirl your ass around in rotation for him, you couldn’t help but shamelessly salivate at the thought of imagining just how full he might be.

“sugu—fuuuckk,” and a bead of sweat races down the side of your face. geto’s primarily focusing on the road, it’s an easy straight shot and with how it was practically the middle of the night it wasn’t that many cars except for the one’s participating in the annual street races.

“bet you are. sloppy girl,” he huffs, groaning at the echoing loud smacks of your ass. you’re mercilessly clamping down his lap over and over, preparing to gush all over the dick that’s currently nestled inside of you. he’s got such a mouth watering curve of his cock that makes your stomach twist and churn.

the kind of curve that doesn’t involve his motor vehicle, that kind.

geto’s dick knew how to do swerves on its own, it even knew how to carve an entire bumpy race track allllll through your insides with his fat pink tip. “touch yourself, pretty. gimme a show before you mess up my fuckin’ seats.”

you could hear the sass in his voice along with a drip of vex and you’d giggle if you weren’t being ruthless stuffed full of inches. “o- okay,” you breathe through clenched teeth, guiding your hands up and down your body. geto’s dark eyes stare at you intently.

he stared at the way your hands caress your pretty plump tits, feeling down the valley of your exposed chest. his eyes flicker toward you then back at the road, then at you again - he repeats it, feeling his own muscles starting to tighten through his clothing. “ngh, suguru. can’t hold—”

your addictive slams against his cock got more intense until he’s fully buried balls deep inside of your squeezing cunt. you hear the saturated plops that’s squealing out of your pussy and you can’t even believe that’s you that’s sounding like that.

your poor sweet cunt was louder than his radio, completely shrieking over some random chorus of a heavy metal song you didn’t even know was playing in the background.

“fuck, cum then. cum on me, girl,” he grunts, one hand grabbing a nice fat piece of your ass again before spanking it.

you moan, the sharp brief twinge of elation sending you a shiver that immediately sends convulses between your thighs. lewd filthy thoughts foil at your brain and pretty soon, the car steams up with steamy clouded fog.

erratic sharp breaths match each other’s pace and you’re left breathless. geto feels your legs on the verge of giving out and he snickers, bringing a gloved hand to stroke against your sopping pussy. “go on, don’t be shy. should make ya lick up the mess later anyway.”

whimpering, your release comes and fuck, a sharp scream ripples out from your throat once you’re finally coming undone on his cock. the wrinkled skin of his base continues to stick against his sack due to you bouncing against him.

it’s hot, literally.

with both plush mounds of skin harshly plummeting on top of each other, the heat of the car made it feel like the air conditioner wasn’t even on. “thaaat’s it, work those hips, goddamn,” and abruptly, he cuts off from his words after feeling his mushroom tip reach a certain spongey spot that’s buried way inside of your gripping walls.

you gasp once you feel him throb inside with a soft upward shimmy of his hips. milliseconds later, your thighs collapse down on him and you feel yourself succumbing. you’re creaming down his shaft with your slippery slick while at the very same time, struggling to catch your breath. as you weakly try to continue your grinding with your feeble knees, geto uses a single hand to quickly make a detour.

he was close.

the race car makes a swift turn to the left lane, driving a few more miles before he then turns the opposite direction — pulling over safely. with a cooing skrrrrt, his rubber tires come to a cruising stop and geto groans, gripping at his tensing bouncing thigh with his glove. the finish line was just a few feet away but he could care less.

once he puts his car in park, geto falls back into his seat with own sable dark eyes flickering back to the very depths of his skull.

you rode him good, good to the point where he doesn’t even know what to say for a hot second. blinking twice, geto smears his glossed lips together before exhaling, “phew,” and he swats another palm against your ass. black unkempt strands of hair tape against the center of forehead like glue whilst he’s finally got a good grip on your hips. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum too,” and your puffy folds continue to dribble with honeyed slick.

you’re damping his cock and the squelches you make, they were loud.

so wet and slimy. he could listen to it all day, just the sound of your sweet cunt whimpering out sweet sloshes of nothing. the overwhelming sensitivity leaves a sourly candied taste in your mouth and you whine, feeling him squeeze a hand against your right hip. with a raspy out of breath tone, he strokes a thumb underneath your quivering bottom lip. “ ‘s okay if i cum inside, pretty?”

“y- yeah, please,” you babble out in broken cries, feeling your tummy frantically heave in and out.

as he grabs your hips, steadying you—you intake a breath, remembering how many inches he was buried inside. your tummy tucks inward and you whimper, feeling him preparing to shoot pure blanks. with a size like his, geto’s cock never failed to leave its sloppy infamous mark.

you’re just marveled at how fat his tip is, it’s voluntarily french-kissing up against sweet beloved cervix that’s screaming out curses just as much as you. he’s got two hands on your veering hips, smooth fabric of his racing gloves sliding up and down your wobbly. with pouty compressed lips, you moan, bringing your hands to grab onto his shoulders. “cum, cum in me—fuck.”

geto huskily groans, tossing his head back once your hips zealously reel into him right as he gives you the final perfunctory thrust that finishes him off. immediately, he’s shooting out ribbons of hot cum that pour into you. you’re panting as he slows down, glossy eyes raking at his body. you could see a bit of his tatted sleeves peek from underneath his shirt - his tense muscles bulging.

“god, better take all of it,” he groans, pretty black lashes sticking against his droopy hooded sockets.

it spurts out slowly but surely.

globs and globs of frothy cum bubble down the swollen sides of his cock and you feel it all. it’s toasty and warm and as he’s pouring his all into you, painting your gummy walls his pristine-white color, you couldn’t help but lean in.

geto’s matching your breathy irregular pants before he feels your trembling lips crash onto his. “mmf,” he moans against your lips, tilting his head back slightly to a certain attractive degree. a hand of his reaches toward his radio, turning the middle notch all the way down just to hear the squelches of his own seed slobbering down your slick cunt.

he tastes sweet. you moan at the lingering taste of fresh cooling mint that lives on his tongue, feeling his hands tighten around your waist.

oh, he’s obsessed—

screw the race by this point, all he wanted at this moment was you.

geto’s still got such a large load that’s dumping into you raw and it even oozes down past your thighs, a few creamy droplets plopping down on his velvet seats. he grunts, both twisting tongues ferociously tangling against each other whilst your pussy’s still squeezing down on him like a vice. a glossed translucent ring forms around his base and he feels you trying to touch yourself with two curious fingers.

with a slight smack, he swats your hand away and you whine in his mouth. “heh, hands to yourself,” you pout because earlier he let you touch yourself but now, no. he teases, breaking away from the hot kiss. a stringy cobweb of saliva tears back from both lax plump lips before he playfully nibbles on your chin. geto notices how slumped out you were and a broad open hand of his crawls between your legs. “ooooh,” and he lifts you up from his swollen flaccid cock, gazing at just how much of a fill he’s pumped into you. “well look at that,” and you whimper, feeling him strum a thumb down your drooling cunt. “would be a shame if it all went to waste,” then he quirks a brow, sliding a tongue across his lips. “princess, stick your head out the window for me real quick.”

“out the wind—”

and not even seconds later, you find yourself literally being bent over, halfway hanging out of his rolled down tinted window. geto wasn’t done, at least not yet.

your sheeny glossed lips immediately part into an ‘o’ as a sweet gasp leaves your lips. with clammy hands, they grip onto the edge of his window and you whimper once he delves his long tongue inside of your cunt. your fingers gripped against the window so hard that it ends up leaving dozens of your cute fingerprints against the tinted glass.

“oh my goddd,” you babble out in elongated sweet syllables. with your pretty eyes bulging, you gasp at feeling the tip of his tongue swirl all around inside of you.

geto lowly grunts, lapping his twitching pink muscle down your runny folds back and forth. between your legs—he’s a menace, and it was no prying him off.

at all.

he doesn’t even bat an eye at the simple fact that he’s eating his own cum out of you, unapologetically savoring the bittersweet taste that lands right on his flavored tastebuds. your legs were so weak and you can feel his warm breath continuously fan against and on your sopping folds as he chuckles.

“my my, look at her. this prize’s way better than some money,” he hums, using a leather thumbed glove to swipe down your entrance. he’s slow, dragging it all the way down just to watch spurts of your slick pop onto his digit. you’re just so wet, metallic fingers of his ghost further down your clit before you whine. geto sees your cunt pulsing from the sheer thrill and he snickers, smacking a palm right against your slobbering core. “she’s fuckin’ nasty today, yeah?” and his eyes flicker toward your drooling cunt, giving it a teasing suck. “mmph, listen to her with me, gorgeous,” and one spank against your pussy turns into one, then two, then three.

growing quiet, you listen to the weeping sounds purring out of your own cunt. so loud, so shamelessly loud. you could hear it and he barely even had to touch you. you’re drenching up his seats and you couldn’t help but bite your lip, feeling your heart pound ruthlessly out your chest. his tongue knew just where to go—it’s creating a path of its own, laying flat against your clit before sucking against every tender spot. your legs were on its final hinges. you felt like they were about to snap shut. you’re staring out the window, still not seeing any cars which was good.

if anyone saw you like this, being eaten out in this kind of position, you don’t know what would happen.

geto resumes to flick his long tongue down your swollen slit, lapping up the last few droplets of his own cum that tries to dribble down the crevices of your thighs. another final swat from his mean palm sets against your clit and you let off a cute squeal, your tummy instinctively caving in. “so much back talk from a pussy this fuckin’ sloppy. oughta teach it some manners, pretty girl,” he grumbles, and your eyes blissfully roll back once you hear him starting to sluuuurp.

geto had no shame — it was decided, this was far better than any race he’s ever had.

his teeth nip near the inside corners of your thighs before he trails back to munching on your clit, burying his nose deep. “mhm,” he groans, and it only takes a few seconds before his jaw finally locks. geto reaches down, giving his cock a few solid pumps. his pretty reddened tip was angry, it still had dried spurts of cum racing from the sides and he grunts at the memory of being inside of you only just a few minutes ago. whilst his face’s shoved right between your thighs—you don’t even realize you’re trying to reach back to grab onto his hair. you’re hesitant though, and he finds it cute. departing his wet slick lips briefly, a wry grin spreads against his lips. “kinky,” the dark haired man flicks a tongue across his lips, savoring your juices that smeared against his mouth. “don’t be shy. do it,” and you moan once he teasingly whistles against your pussy, kissing against your nub. “pull my hair girl. pull.”

you give it a good yank and his head pushes forward into you—geto’s lengthy tongue dips further inside your cunt and you whimper, gnawing the inside of your stiff jaw. “fuck,” you gasp, and as his tongue gradually curls various bubbly letters inside of your pussy.

it multitasks, continuing to send your entire body a plethora of fluttering butterflies. he was so sloppy, seeping from the corners of his mouth with your slick and just your slick. his head moving side to side eagerly and every few seconds, he’s got to flick away long shaggy strands of his hair. geto’s proudly devouring you entirely whilst you’re just literally hanging out his window.

“oh, come on. harder, sweetheart. even i can do better than tha—ngh.”

with more force, you tug roughly on his pretty black strands and you heard the most sluttiest moan pour from his lips. god, he was so close that you could literally feel that infamous smug grin spread against his lips. geto brings a fat round thumb to run down your drooling cunt, giving it a ‘good job’ kiss. “atta girl. that’s my girl.”

geto ends up coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of over and over and over again.

he’s mean with his tongue, slurping everything out of you until you had no more - nothing more to coal his chin with. his favorite thing to do was to playfully bite against your clit, feeling you writhe and shiver all because of his mouth.

you end up leaving his entire chin with a pretty stream of your syrupy slick. geto’s panting, falling back after talking you through your nth orgasm, and with a peek through his rear view mirror, he spots the remaining race cars that were finally approaching the finish line.

“ah, about time,” geto rolls his eyes, sliding his lips near the corner of his chin where a bit more of your slick laid.

he acted like it was nothing, like he didn’t just have his tongue shoved inches deep inside of your cunt, stuffing his race gloved fingers in and out of you until you gushed right down his lengthy thick digits. you’re just sat on his lap, and you’re too dumb to move an inch. “heh, comfy?” he purrs, dragging his seatbelt across both stacked bodies. you fall against his chest, inhaling his signature manly scent and feel the car jolt once he puts it back in drive.

needy silence was your only reply and he tsks, resting his chin on top of your head before driving toward the finish line. it was barely even a few feet away, and waiting there was a bunch of fans that were awaiting to greet their new winner.

geto couldn’t care less though—he had you on his lap and he could already feel himself bulging again.

he found it cute how you were just clinging onto him now.

maybe you were delusional—maybe it was the fangirl in you screaming, begging for more, but your body wasn’t just begging anymore, it ached for more.

he drives you back toward the car meet up spot, helping you fix back your skirt. with wobbly legs, you step out of the flaunting vehicle with the help of his burly arms wrapped around you. “t- thank you,” you pant, trying to catch your breath, even still. geto stands up tall and he completely towers over you. you feel so small all of a sudden, watching as he puts his helmet back on.

“anything for a fan,” he coos, and he brushes a thumb against your lips. just a single gesture just as that felt so intimate. your eyes lock with his for a long moment, and just before you could say anything more, he mumbles. “oh, you probably want an autograph?”

your eyes light up and you grow sheepish, awkwardly tugging on the vip-checked lanyard that wraps around your throat. “yeah, please.”

“such manners like a good girl, cute,” and you bring out a magazine with his face plastered on it as a headline for this week’s up and coming races in tokyo. “nah,” he waves it away, and as your brow quirks, he takes out a sharpie. geto slides the cap in between his teeth before he glances at you. “pull your shirt down real quick, sweetheart,” and without a second thought, you tug down the hem of your shirt, barely exposing your chest.

geto’s eyes rove down your skin before he swiftly signs right against your left tit. the ink softly runs against your skin and you gasp, watching as he marks up the upper part of your chest. “aaaand, perfect,” he concludes, adding a ‘xo’ at the end of his signature. geto puts the cap back on and he flashes you a sly expression. “so i’ll see you at the next race?”

he starts walking away before you could even reply and you feel the weight of your shaky legs grow heavy. “y.. yeah,” and with dewy eyes, you watch as he steps in his car, playfully revving his engine at you.

the cool air sets against your skin once more as you stood there with shaky legs. the car meet slowly gets more crowded as the rest of the racers pass the finish line.

but, your brows furrow once you realize you felt a bit . . . empty between your legs.

with a soft gasp, you squint near the inside of geto’s car before he pulls off.

hanging over his rear view mirror instead of the fuzzy dice you once saw—was nothing other than your panties,

his real prize.