── ★ RACE FOR YOUR LOVE street racer x f. rival street racer!reader ⭒
⌗ street racer ⋆ punk ⋆ poet ⋆ vampire
he knew from the moment you pulled up alongside his car that you were trouble. pretty and fast? oh you were dangerous. but pasquale liked danger.
⌗ cws... smut ⋆ enemies to lovers ⋆ car sex ⋆ competitive sex ⋆ overstim ⋆ smoking ⋆ creampie
featuring ⢷ pasquale agresta moretti 781
char analysis ⢷ a cocky, flirty street racer & adrenaline addict. always eager for his next thrill with a bite for fun.
mission brief ⢷ something abt rivalling with pasq makes it flutter
street racer!reader, who took pasquale's breath away the second he saw you leaned against your car, lighting a cigarette. confident, calm, like the finish line was already yours. you cast him a glance above your cupped hands, then smiled, took a drag, and with the sweetest voice to put his nonna's cannoli to shame: "meet you behind the line, pretty boy."
street racer!reader, who beat him that day. him, the uncontested champion of the tire streaks, the rapid ruby with fire on his trail— you left him second. and you? smiling and smug. despite how his fingers flexed on the wheel, he bit sharp fangs into a grin. crazy girl. and oh, how he loved crazy girls.
street racer!reader, who gave him a damn run for his money. every race was a neck-in-neck. an almost, a nearly there, a show of skill on the track. sometimes you'd best him, sometimes he'd remind you why he was formidably uncontested. and when he did, how he loved to slip out of his car and lean his forearms on the window of yours with that infuriating grin.
"so pretty but so slow."
"fuck you."
"tempting. maybe your backseat?"
street racer!reader, who only chuckled when pasquale made it a point to pull up to your car every race, roll down his window and send a wink over the silver rim of his glasses. "think you can lend me a smoke, pretty?"
"do you ever bring your own?" you smiled.
"prefer yours. the lipstick makes 'em taste better."
you'd stick your arm out for him and he'd take a drag between your fingers. and once when you dared to look? he flicked his tongue between the v-shape with a grin, a wink, you yanked you hand back, flushed but grinning too. "bastard."
street racer!reader, who snatched him by the collar of that damned black jacket and dragged his mouth onto your hot one over the hood of your car when the bastard tried to brag about another race won. you tasted his infuriating grin but twisted your tongue on his. both of you completely uncaring for the whistles and hollers from the crowd and other racers.
street racer!reader, who propped up all pretty on the hood of his car while he worked under it. just some quick maintenance. when he looked up and saw you, sitting like a sinful, sweet god propped up on his hood in that dangerous combo of short shorts and tight tanks? he almost regretted inviting you over.
"you gonna keep staring or finish the job, pretty boy?" you popped gum.
"maybe if you didn't sprawl all over my hood like a nicotine nymph." he grumbled.
that's the first time he fucked you. over the hood with your tits flushed to the metal and your pussy filled to the brim. if only he could imprint the heat marks your breasts left, or the slick you splattered on his paint. seems this will have to become a regular thing.
street racer!reader, of course let him into your backseat after a race, how couldn't you? especially after striking a bet based on you winning the race. you did, and he almost regretted taking it in the first place. almost. because what do you mean his hands have to lay completely still while you ride him into oblivion? squeezing and squirting all over his dick while all he can do is groan, maybe whine, and gape at that cute clit twitching as it grinds down on his pubic bone.
"slut," he groaned.
"says the one begging to touch me," you grinned.
street racer!reader, who flared his adrenaline-seeking heart and ruined his mind in every way. his favourite pass-time quickly became winking at you from his rear-view when he past the finished line first, or being helpless beneath you when you did instead.
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