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Please Take Advantage (of me) - Cody Rhodes

Words: 1,818 Summary: After lunch with a friend, she can’t help but think she’s taking advantage of Cody. Note(s): Implied Age Difference (but no direct reference),

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“I know I said it before, but that dress is gorgeous on you.” Her friend says, reaching out and after she gives a nod, stroking the fabric for a second.

“Thank you.” A pleased smile is on her face, blood rushing to her cheeks. “Cody bought it for me.”

The other girl stills, hand halfway to reaching for her drink. “Really?”

She nods, smoothing the fabric. “Said the color suited me.”

Her friend makes a face and then sighs sitting back in her chair. “Could we actually talk about Cody?”

Her eyebrows raise but she nods. “Yeah, of course.” She leans a little forward, the seriousness on her friend’s face concerning her. “What’s up?”

“It’s just,” She pauses. “You're taking advantage of him.”

Her mouth drops open.

“I’m not saying you don’t deserve these things, you do. But, maybe slow down, pump the brakes a little before he realizes what you're doing. I mean, the plane tickets, the new clothes, the jewelry. It’s a lot. And it’s fine to ask for things.” She reaches forward, patting her hand and Y/N has to resist flinching back from the touch. “I ask May for things, but not all the time. It’s like every time I see you in person or on insta you’ve got something new.”

The rest of their lunch is quiet as she processes her friend's words and it doesn’t help when her friend when hugging her goodbye whispers for her to think about it.

And it’s all she does. It’s all she can think about.

She had never thought about it that way, that she was taking advantage of Cody. Not when every time he gave her something it was always him saying, Look, baby, I got you something, I got you a gift, I remember you saying you liked this, all variations she’s heard a dozen times now. And she’s loved everything he’s given her, it’s all been things she’s mentioned liking to him or friends and her heart sinks her. She was taking advantage of him.

Every time she mentioned liking something it seemed to be given to her within a week because Cody was hearing something in her voice that she hadn’t realized was there, a question of will you buy it for me and it brings tears to her eyes as she sinks into her bed. The necklace around her neck doesn’t feel right anymore, it feels wrong to wear and her fingers scramble to take it off, tossing it on her nightstand. The dress is quickly taken off, falling to the ground before she buries herself underneath her blankets.

She had been using Cody and hadn't even realized it… what kind of person does that make her?

She wakes up with missed calls and texts and feeling worse than before. The guilt is festering inside her. She can’t try and give back what he’s given her. Cody wouldn’t accept that. But, she thinks staring at herself in the mirror, she could be better.

“Fuck, are you okay?”

She blinks at the worried tone that greets her as she answers her phone. “Yeah, Cody, I’m okay. I fell asleep after I got home, my phone was on silent.”

She can hear Cody take a deep breath, practically hear the worry melt away from him and another wave of guilt crashes over her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.”

“No. Don’t apologize. I just, I got worried. You hadn’t texted me since this morning, didn’t tell me you got home and then you weren’t answering and,”

“And I always answer during the day.”

“Yeah.” he breathes.

“I’m okay.” She soothes, sitting down on the foot of her bed, wincing as the dress she had worn earlier comes into her eyesight.

“How was lunch?”

“It was the normal kind of catch up.” She tells him. “Nothing too exciting.” And god was that the truth.

“Take any pictures of you in your dress? I know you look gorgeous in it.”

“Just one.” She answers after a moment. “And thank you again for it. You didn’t have to.”

“You don’t need to thank me for getting you something.”

She has to bite her tongue to stop herself from saying anything to that, because she did. She really did. But what she really needed was to make sure he didn’t feel like he had to buy her anything ever again. And that would require a conversation, an apology, that she couldn’t give over the phone.

“Do you want to come over tonight? I’ll cook dinner.” She offers.

“You come over to mine and I’ll grill the main while you cook the sides?”

She laughs at the familiar offer but gives a nod of her head. “Sounds perfect.” She pulls her phone away from her ear, looking at the time. “Let me get dressed and I’ll stop by the store and be over.”

“Wear the dress? And maybe bring some more clothes over.”

“I think you have about half my closet at your house.”

“But not your full closet yet.”

She shakes her head. “I’ll try to be over in an hour.”

“With more clothes?” Cody says, hopefully.

“I’ll see you soon, Cody.”

“That’s not an answer. But I’ll see you soon, drive safe.”

Hanging up, she shakes her head, a wide smile spreading across her face. It fades a little when she catches sight of the dress. She wants to kick it underneath her bed, make up some excuse to Cody about it getting stolen or going missing, but she forces herself to put it back on.

As she touches up her makeup, the dress seems to feel heavier and heavier, her neck feels bare but her stomach twists at the thought of putting back on the necklace he gave her a little after a month being together, it twists more when she considers not putting it on.

Everything seems to weigh a ton, the dress, the necklace, her mind, and she’s unable to escape it. Music in the car doesn’t take any of the weight away, the cute baby in produce that giggles and waves at her doesn’t, and parking in Cody’s driveway certainly doesn’t either.

She sits there for a minute, hands gripping the wheel, head pressed against, giving herself just a minute, before she takes a deep breath and gets out of her car.

It’s a single bag of groceries that she has to grab from the backseat, but her lips twitch into a smile as she knows what Cody’s reaction to her carrying it will be.

Knocking on the front door, she doesn’t have to wait long before it’s opening and her boyfriend is smiling at her, leaning in and kissing her in greeting before a hand is being pressed to her lower back and she’s being ushered into the house.

“You really don’t have to knock, babe.”

She shakes her head, “I do.”

“You have a key.”

“Yeah, so I can get your mail and check on things while you're gone.”

His eyes roll, “and to let yourself in and out whenever you please.”

Her mouth opens to protest, but his eyes catch on the grocery bag in her hand and his whole expression changes and she has to bite her lip to stop herself from grinning as he immediately reaches for it.

“What is this? Why didn’t you text me?”

“It’s stuff for dinner and it’s maybe a pound.”

His offended look grows worse, fingers tugging at the bag and she lets him take it from her. “I’m supposed to bring in the groceries.”

“It’s one bag. And what do you think I do when you're gone and I’m restocking your fridge and cupboards or when I do my own grocery shopping?”

A look of horror flashes across his face. “This is like my worst nightmare.”

She laughs at his dramatics and his offended look transforms into a grin at the sound.

He’s quick to put the bag on the kitchen counter before kissing her again. It’s a far longer kiss than the one he gave her before and she melts into it, into him. Their lips move together lazily for a few minutes, separating with slightly tingly and slick lips.

“This looks gorgeous on you.” Cody murmurs, giving her a peck on the lips as his fingers give a small tug at her dress.

Her smile fades at the compliment, guilt hitting her all over again. “Actually I wanted to talk to you about that.”

He straightens a bit at her words, hand squeezing her waist.

“I’m sorry.”

His head jerks back at the soft words, confusion overtaking his concern.

She swallows, thickly. “I never meant to make you feel like you needed to buy me things and I’m sorry. That was never my intention, Cody. And I want to be better.”

“Babe, what are you talking about?”

“I-” she starts and is cut off by his hands gently cupping her face.

“I have never felt like I needed to buy you anything. Have I wanted to? Hell yeah, that’s why I’m constantly doing it, but you have never once even hinted at wanting me to buy something for you. You fight me on paying for everything. You tried giving me two dollars for a pack of gum when you forgot your wallet and that’s been the only thing you have ever asked me to buy you.”

“You never let me pay you back for that.” She mumbles.

He huffs out a laugh, one his hands slipping back down to her waist. “And I’m never going to. I like getting you stuff. This dress, your necklace, that art print you pretended not to like.”

Blood rushes to her cheeks at the mention of the art print. It had been so early in their relationship and she hadn’t thought he could read her so easily, but he had, and a few days later the art print had arrived at her door.

“I love doing it. It’s taking care of you and I love doing that, it’s important to me. Hell, I wish you’d ask me to buy things, even just a pack of gum.”

She softens, guilt no longer festering but disappearing. She knew he liked taking care of people, but it was different hearing him say it. Hearing him say that he wanted to take care of her.

“I’ve never really had anyone that wanted to take care of me, not like this.”

His face softens, his lips brushing against hers for a second. “Well, I want to.” He presses their lips together again, firmer this time. “Now, you're gonna sit on the deck, I’m gonna make you a drink and start dinner and you're going to relax and talk to me about whatever you want.”

“Okay.” She says and the utter joy and relief on Cody’s face rids any lasting guilt that was trying to cling to her.

#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes imagine #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #sins fics

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sinofwriting · 3 days ago

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I have decided to give into temptation and spent the evening writing Teen Wolf fanfic. Give myself something fun to occupy my mind with, 'ya know. It is not my fic from middle school, that thing is unsalvageable lol it is so steeped in 2013 fanfic-isms. What have you been up to? -🦢

Let's go!!! That makes me so happy!

I've been trying (and failing) to write and binge watching wrestling matches because I am incapable of not fully getting into something when I like something, lol.

Everyone should be happy that my body is close to falling apart and I don't have the money to actually wrestle myself because I could see myself in like a month if I'm still into it trying to wrestle, lol.

#sin answers #🦢 anon #about sin

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sinofwriting · 6 days ago

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hai!! just wanted to drop by and say i love your fics for ollie!! they’re so cute and i feel like you have his characterization down to a T! thank you for posting :) the current one had me smiling so hard hehe <3

Thank you so much! This means a lot.

I love Ollie so much and nearly cried when I realized how long it had been since I last wrote a fic for him.

Read 'Don't Say It Back - Ollie Bearman' here

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sinofwriting · 6 days ago

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Hi!! Sorry I haven't been around much. Trying to get any feedback on the job market is pretty demoralizing. I also had to care for a relative after a big surgery. I'm finally getting back in a calm headspace lol. How have you been? -🦢

I'm happy things have calmed down for you! And god the job market is a nightmare to say the least.

I've been okay! Was sick after I got back from my trip, kind of got sick again (the heat is no joke) and am hoping I won't get sick for the rest of the month, lol.

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sinofwriting · 7 days ago

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Don't Say It Back - Ollie Bearman

Words: 395 Summary: Haas’ social media team wants her to do the ‘Don’t Say I Love You Back’ trend for a video but she just can’t do that to Ollie.

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She looks up from her laptop at the sound of her name, smiling at Jill, Haas’ social media manager. “Hi, Jill.”

“Hey!” The older woman smiles, sitting across from her. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to be a part of a video we wanted to do for our socials.”

Her eyebrows furrow a little. “Me?”

She nods, “There’s a trend going around and the fans love seeing you and we thought it’d be perfect.”

“Okay.” She slowly nods, shutting her laptop. “What exactly is it that you want me to do?”

A quiet ‘oh’ leaves her after Jill is done telling her. Her quiet excitement gone and replaced by wrongness.

“I don’t think I can do that.”

“It’ll be fun! The fans will love it.”

“I’m sure they would.” But the issue isn’t whether the fans would love it or not, it’s that she and Ollie would not. That she’d feel bad, that Ollie would feel torn apart for a few minutes. He’d get sad, not pouty, but genuinely sad where his eyes are welled up with tears, his arms crossed to protect himself, and a cross between a frown and pout playing on his lips.

“Just try!” Jill says and she doesn’t think she agrees, not even with a nod but Jill stays and so does Adam, the social media intern, phone out and ready to hit record she's sure.

Five minutes later, Ollie comes bounding into hospitality with a smile that turns into a grin when he sees her.

“Hello darling.” He greets with a quick kiss to her cheek as he sits down.

She can’t help but grin back at him, leaning into him as he rests his arm over her shoulders. “Hi. Good meeting?”

“Yeah, everything’s looking good.”

“Good.” She murmurs, blood rushing to her cheeks at the way he’s looking at her.

He presses closer to her, somehow despite the separate chairs, knees touching and his arm over her shoulders is now wrapped around her, keeping her as close as he can. “I love you.”

And she can’t even think of not saying it back. “I love you too.” She tells him, leaning a bit and nudging their noses together before pulling back, ignoring the sigh from Jill and the scuff of shoes from her or Adam as Ollie follows her, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

#ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #sins fics

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sinofwriting · 7 days ago

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Do you revisit your early fics? For kicks and giggles I tracked down my old Teen Wolf fanfic on the recesses of Wattpad and reread it. Luckily, it was so long ago I didn't find it unbearably cringy- just laughable. My two take aways about 14 year old me as seen in my unfinished fanfic:

1. I was melodramatic as hell, but channeled that through big words and straightforward, "not flowery" writing which creates it's own form of scoff-inducing antics.

2. I had absolutely no idea how car insurance worked. -🦢

I reread my old fics often! (It's part of why I want to rewrite some of them because I don't like the execution but still like them).

And does anyone really know how car insurance works? Or any insurance really, lol.

Also hi 🦢! Hope your doing well!!!

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sinofwriting · 9 days ago

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What were your thoughts on the race? -🦢

It was a fairly boring race. Not the worst one of the season so far but not one of the best either.

My opinions about certain drivers have really solidified more with this season as well which is kind of fun, lol.

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sinofwriting · 10 days ago

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Toy - Charles Leclerc/Reader/Max Verstappen

Words: 2,653 Summary: Max has one job tonight; to be a good toy for his boyfriend and girlfriend. Note(s)/Warning(s): NSFW, Smut, Threesome, Dom/Sub Dynamics

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“Are you going to be a good toy for us?”

Max moans at the words, hips twitching, attempting to thrust upwards but unable to with Charles’ tight grip on them. “Yes. I’ll be a good toy.” He’s nearly panting already, and all that’s happened is Charles stripping him of his clothes and laying him flat on his back.

“Good.” Charles says and then looks away from Max.

The loss of his stare makes Max whine, hips twitching again, and Charles is moving his hands, using only one to press his hips down into the bed.

“Mon amour,” his words are soft, and the smile he receives in return is just as soft as well. “Do you have it?”

She nods, stepping closer and carefully handing it to him.

“Thank you.” He tells her, leaning towards her and she easily climbs onto the bed, knees spreading apart as she leans in to kiss him.

Max lets out another whine, high and pathetic, at the sight of his two partners kissing each other and Charles sighs.

The softness gone from his face as he looks at Max, exasperation clear in every feature. “Max.”

The Dutchman swallows down the whine that wants to escape him at the tone of his name.

“I think it is a good thing we have this.” Charles looks down at his hand, at what she gave to him. “I don’t think you can keep your promise to not cum until we tell you too.”

He starts to make a noise in protest, disagreeing, but then lube is being pumped directly onto his hard cock and he hisses at the coldness, eyes squeezing shut. A hand, warm and big, quickly wraps around him and he is unable to enjoy it as Charles removes his hand as soon as the lube completely covers his cock all the way.

Max’s eyes fly open when just a second later he starts to feel something slide onto him. “What is that?”

“A cock ring.” Charles’ voice is cool, nearly detached as he slides the ring all the way down.

A moan leaves Max at the words, shuddering at the lack of trust they have him to not cum. It makes his hips thrust upwards, Charles no longer holding them down, and the motion earns him a sigh from Charles.

“So eager.” Charles murmurs, eyes drinking in Max before looking back at their patiently waiting girlfriend and he smiles, turning gentle for her in a blink of an eye.

“C’mere.” He tells her, patting Max’s lower stomach.

Max’s breath hitches as she doesn’t even glance at him, just straddles his lower stomach, facing away from him to face Charles.

“So good for me, mon amour.”

Max can barely see Charles now, but he can see his hands pushing up the lace babydoll she’s wearing, exposing her naked bottom half and his cock throbs at the sight.

“Look at you.” Charles breathes. “Perfect.”

Her shoulders loosen at the compliment and it makes Max open his mouth, but Charles clicks his tongue, seeming to know, and Max shuts his jaw with a quiet click.

“Do you want to ride our toy?” His voice is quiet, hands squeezing at her thighs.

“I do. Can I Charles? Please?”

“Of course.” His voice somehow seems to soften more for her, and Max watches with wide eyes as Charles guides her onto his dick.

A moan leaves him and Y/N at the feeling, while Charles lets out a whispered fuck. All three of them overwhelmed at the same time.

As she starts to move, Max hesitantly reaches out, wanting to touch her waist, and it’s only when Charles doesn’t say anything that his grip on her tightens.

The sounds of heavy breathing, slapping skin, moans, whines, and Charles voice fill the room as she fucks herself on Max’s cock.

At one point she tips forward and where her hands would normally go to Max’s thighs, nails digging into his skin, they find Charles’ shoulders and he coos at her.

“Do you need some help?”

She gives a soft whine, hips continuing to move, and Max is able to see the way Charles’ arm moves as his fingers begin to rub at her clit. Her hips start to move faster again at the contact as she lets out a breathy little sigh.

It’s the sigh she makes when she’s close, and the sound sometimes is enough to make Max close to cumming. He wants to cum, can feel himself aching with need, but he can’t. And that thought has his hips thrusting upwards and she clenches around him, cumming with a choked moan.

“Good girl.” Charles murmurs, rubbing a hand up and down her back as she slows her hips down.

Max’s hips thrust upwards in frustration when Charles moves her off his cock and adjusts her so she’s laying beside him.

Charles instantly slaps his thigh in warning and he tenses. “You are not being good.”

Tears start to prick Max’s eyes at the disappointed tone and he sees Charles pause, clearly seeing the tears, and Max gives a quick shake of his head, not wanting him to stop.

“I was going to fuck you.”

A moan fills the air. “Please.” Max begins to beg and Charles slaps his thigh again, the same spot as before but harsher.

“Stop. I’m not going to deny myself that, but you're going to have to wait longer.”

Max wants to cry out in frustration, hands forming fists, but Charles' warning look stops the cry from leaving and the brush of her fingertips against his wrist has his hands unclenching.

Charles watches him for another moment and then he’s moving off the bed. His shirt coming off first, earning twin hitched breaths and then his underwear, his dick slapping against his stomach, so clearly hard and aching.

Despite Charles’ words, he expects him to lay in between his thighs, expects him to tease him, to even fuck him, but Charles again doesn’t spare him a glance as he gets on the bed. Charles doesn’t even brush against him as he goes and hovers over their girlfriend, greeting her with a gentle kiss.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, nosing at her neck.

“Good.” She breathes. “So good.”

He hums, kissing her jaw before kissing her lips again. “Can I,”

He’s not even able to finish his sentence, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she nods and Max’s whine of protest drowns out her whispered please.

“Quiet, Max.”

Max has to bite his lip to stop another whine from leaving him.

It’s torture to keep quiet as he watches Charles slowly, gently enter her. To watch as he peppers kisses all over her face. To see her fingers turn white as she clutches at him. To watch as he begins to fuck her and he can’t look away.

He can’t look away, he can’t touch, he can’t speak, he can’t make a single noise, he’s barely allowed to breathe and it’s torture. Torture that has his balls drawn tight, his fingers itching to wrap around his cock for some kind of friction, some kind of relief.

A broken moan leaves his lips before he can stop it when he sees Charles and her orgasm nearly at the same time and his eyes nearly roll back as he watches Charles pull out and he just knows what is going to follow, but before he can see it, Charles is slapping his thigh again.

“You are going to eat her out.” Max begins to roll over at the words and Charles’ hand comes down again on his thigh, stilling him. “She is going to ride your face, you will hold her up.” And suddenly Charles’ face is above his, their eyes locking. “You are going to swallow every drop of cum I left inside of her. And you won’t stop until I’m done with you, or she says red, understood?”

Max has to fight to say yes, lips opening and closing but no words able to escape, before finally he manages. “Understood, I understood.”

“Good.” And for a second he thinks that Charles is going to kiss him, but Charles turns away from him completely, helping her straddle Max’s face as her thighs shake.

Max’s fingers itch to drag her down onto his face, they even twitch about to grab her and Max’s thigh stings again as Charles slaps it.

“Patience.” He scolds.

He whines at the disappointment in Charles’ tone, the way it drips from his voice, the way he can feel it in Charles’ fingers that squeeze his thigh and in an attempt to make Charles be proud, to be good, to be a good toy for them. Max adjusts his legs, knees slightly bent, thighs spread wide as he can.

“Max,” Charles’ tsks.

He has to bite his lip to stop a sob, attempting to close his legs but Charles’ in between them, forcing them even wider, and a finger, wet with lube, is swiping over his hole.

“Sit on his face, mon amour. Use our toy.”

Max’s eyes roll in the back of his head at the taste of her and Charles on his tongue, hips threatening to buck upwards, but an arm has them pinned down.

And he’s gasping as a finger pushes inside him. It’s rough. It’s coated in lube, but Charles doesn’t ease it in, he pushes his finger inside him, ignoring the gasp from Max, the way his toes curl. He doesn’t ignore the clench of Max around his finger, can’t, but it makes him still for a second. Tapping softly on Max’s hip and when he bucks them in response, Charles continues.

He thrusts his finger, wiggling a little and then slips another one in, instantly spreading his two fingers as wide as he can. Smiling at the way Max’s hips try to buck upwards, the sob he gives at the stretch.

Charles’ thrusts them a few more times before pulling them out, hand hitting Max’s thigh with a sharp sound as he begins to whine at the emptiness.

Spreading lube on his cock, Charles lets out a groan, a little sensitive from his previous orgasm, from never having fully softened. He considers spreading something directly on Max’s hole, but a different thought enters his head, something he knows that Max loves, so he drizzles a bit more lube on his cock, teeth clenching at the coldness of it.

Tossing the bottle of lube to the side, he adjusts Max, forcing his hips a bit more upwards, exposing his ass more. His eyes flicker upwards, a groan leaving him at the sloppy way Max is eating her out, spit and slick covering the entire lower portion of his face.

Looking back down, he spreads Max’s ass, watching the way his hole clenches around nothing. Bending a little, he spits, watching as it drips into Max, feeling the way Max tries to thrust his hips, becoming more desperate.

He wants to tease him more, taunt him, tell him he hasn’t been good enough toy for Charles to fuck, but his eyes catch on the clock on the nightstand, the one she insisted they have, and it’s nearly been thirty minutes since he put Max’s cock ring on and the last thing he wants is to chance actually hurting him.

Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he guides himself to Max’s hole, pressing the tip against it, waiting for Max to begin to whine before he thrusts. His hips pressing against Max. A harsh shaky breath leaves him, cock twitching.

“Charles, wait, wait,” Max starts, voice muffled as he begins to pull out and he does still, waiting for a second to hear the safe word, but it never comes and he pulls back, only to immediately push back in.

The way he fucks Max is the complete upset of how he fucked their girlfriend. With her, it had been gentle, slow, languid thrusts, lip pressed against hers. His fingers had barely been pressing into her.

His nails are digging into Max. The sound of skin slapping rings in the room as he presses as deep and hard as he can into Max.

He’s not going to last long, too sensitive, already on the edge and with fumbling fingers he reaches for Max’s cock, cursing when Max’s hips jump, but finally he manages to get the cock ring off of him.

He tosses it towards where he thinks the bottle of lube is, eyes landing on Y/N, her thighs trembling, twitching, head fallen forward and close to cumming again with the small noises that are leaving her mouth and Charles’ hips speed up. His hands pull at Max as he chases his own orgasm.

Max cums on the next thrust with a sob, hips thrashing and face tilting upwards in a way that has her gasping. The sigh that leaves her just a moment later triggers Charles’ own orgasm, hips continuing to pump into Max despite his whines of overstimulation.

It takes a few moments for Charles to collect himself, to finally pull out. His breathing thankfully not as harsh as it was and he’s immediately moving.

He carefully moves her off of Max’s face, laying her beside the older and watching as she immediately curls into him, voice a soothing murmur as he gets out of bed with shaky legs after finding the lube and the cock ring.

The lube he tosses back into the open nightstand drawer and the cock ring gets tossed on the bathroom counter, right by the sink, a reminder to wash it in the morning. Charles moves as fast as his legs will let him as he grabs four different wash clothes and wets them with warm water. One, he immediately takes to himself, wiping at his face to clear the sweat on his brow before taking it to his groin. He tosses it in the hamper and then exits the bathroom.

Climbing back into the bed, he nearly groans at the sight of Max nuzzling into her chest.

“How are my babies?” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Max’s head and then hers.

“Good, tired.” She says and Max makes a noise in agreement, eyes still shut.

He presses another kiss to the top of Max’s head before taking one of the washcloths and taking it to her face. Carefully wiping away sweat and tears. Folding it in half, he then takes it to Max’s face, being extra careful around his mouth that looks raw.

“Does it hurt?” Charles asks and Max gives a slight shake of his head.

“Sensitive.” He answers, voice slightly raw.

Charles tries to make the rest of the cleanup quick, but it takes him longer than he’d like and then he’s climbing back off the bed to get rid of dirty washcloths and heading to the kitchen quickly.

It takes him maybe a minute, but it feels too long and he can’t help but apologize as he joins them again, for good this time, as he opens the water and presses it to Max’s lip.

“You did so good.” He murmurs to Max as the older drinks, fingers running through his hair. “You were so good for us.”

“I liked it.” Max breathes, passing the water to Y/N. “I liked you two using me like that. Not caring about what I wanted. It was hot.”

Charles smiles, pressing a kiss to his lips and breathing a little easier at the contact. “It was very hot. You made a very good toy.”

He flushes at Charles' words, but a pleased smile is on his lips.

“The best.” She tells Max, handing Charles the water bottle before bending awkwardly to kiss Max.

And Charles can’t help but let out a quiet murmur of his love for both of them, flushing when they immediately echo the sentiment.

#lestappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader x max verstappen #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #formula 1 smut #sins fics

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sinofwriting · 10 days ago

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What was the first fanfic you ever wrote? This is inspired by my getting the most random urge to go back to the Teen Wolf fic I was writing in middle school. -🦢

Oh, this is a really good question and I do know. Or I at least have a guess, lol.

I'm pretty sure it was a Spencer Reid fic. It was handwritten (like all my fics in the beginning) but I never typed it up and I did throw it away because I wasn't sure if I wanted to post fics yet. I think like a month later I started posting fics, so maybe I should've held on to it.

#sin answers #🦢 anon #I've probably deleted/erased a hundred plus fics from this blog lol #which slight regrets because I had some good ideas but the poor execution got to me and made me delete them like four or five years ago now

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sinofwriting · 15 days ago

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Body or Person? - Randy Orton (& Carlos Sainz)

Words: 5,127 Summary: Alex had watched as her best friend stayed with someone completely wrong for her and now she watches as she’s with someone who is completely right for her. Note(s): Takes place in 2023/2024. Age Gap (5 years between Carlos and Reader, 20 years between Randy and Reader). Carlos sucks big time in this one, you have been warned. Also Alex in this fic has my whole damn heart (she is after all a 23 year old girl and I refuse to believe she isn’t chaotic… she’s with Charles)

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Alexandra still wasn’t completely sure what was going through her best friend’s mind. It was an odd feeling. She and Y/N were like soul sisters. It wasn’t often either of them didn’t understand something that the other was doing or thinking.

Fingers brush across her shoulders, a kiss dropped to the top of her head, and then Charles is sitting in front of her. “Still thinking about Y/N?”

Guilt and warmth war within her at his words. She loved how much Charles seemed to understand her, understand what she was thinking, but she was ruining their dinner with her thoughts.

Charles shakes his head, seeing the guilt, reaching forward to hold her hand. “It’s okay, Alex. I’m worried too.” He admits and instantly relief fills her.

“I just, I don’t understand. She,” Alex’s voice drops, aware that they are in public though tucked away. “She never liked him like that. He’s never been her type and then suddenly she was going on a date with him and now.” Alex struggles with what to say next.

“And now it’s been eight months of whispers and broken promises.” Charles finishes.

“Yeah.” She sighs, dropping back in her seat.

Maybe it was bias, love, belief, but Y/N deserved better than Carlos, than what Carlos was giving her. He gave her a few hours in bed and false promises and words. She knows that the other girl stays awake at night counting the difference between the dates she and Carlos have been on versus the amount they had slept together.

Charles looks at Alex and then glances at the table, appetizers finished, and he stands. “C’mon, let’s go home and invite her over.” He says, extending a hand to help Alex from her chair.

Alex eagerly reaches for Charles’ hand. “Yes, please. Thank you, amour.” And she presses a quick kiss to Charles’ lips.

“Of course.” He chuckles.

It barely takes any time to get back home, to invite her over, and Alex is so thankful at the way she says be over immediately, instead of her somewhat usual of saying she wasn’t sure, a code for I don’t know if Carlos is going to text me.

As she makes sandwiches for the three of them, Charles moves the coffee table, all too aware of what the night could devolve into as he grabs a few bottles of wine.

A knock on the door sounds and seeing Alex’s fluttering hands, he presses a kiss to her cheek before going to open the door.

There’s a weak sort of smile on her face and he ushers her in, wrapping an arm around her before depositing her in Alex’s awaiting arms.

Alex doesn’t ask what is wrong just holds her close, eyes meeting Charles’ as he motions he’s going to leave them alone for a moment and she mouths a hurry back knowing this is him trying to give them space but with the way Y/N felt in her arms, tense, not sinking into her, she needed Charles as well.

There’s hesitation in his eyes, not wanting to overstep, unwilling to force himself in a bond that was like what he had with his own brothers but the weak smile on her face flashes through his mind, the avoidance of talking about Carlos, no mentioned dates only nights, and the way he had needed someone at a race. His family unable to attend, Alex booked for a shoot, and his best friends not able to see what was going on and she had showed up, only two hours before the first practice session, sleep-deprived and exhausted, but she had smiled at him and easily enveloped him an embrace and hadn’t let anyone see him while he cried in his arms, overwhelmed and just needing someone to hold him.

The reminder of that race weekend, how on the phone with Alex later he had called Y/N something like a sister, sticks to his brain and he can’t leave the room. Not when she might be falling apart.

“Alex,” She starts, pulling away slightly and the other girl has to resist pulling her back, keeping her close. “Was it difficult going public?”

Her eyebrows furrow. “No.”

“Was it,” She takes a deep breath. “Do you guys spend less time together now that you are public?”

Charles wants to speak, but he can’t get his mouth to open but Alex can.

“No, not at all. It got easier to spend time together, there was having to have a large group of friends now, making sure we weren’t too close, hiding dates.” And she winces at her last words, knowing it will hit too close to home. “And I know I said it wasn’t difficult and I don’t think it was any more difficult than any other relationship. There are challenges, some different from normal, but it’s not difficult to be public, to go public. It was scary, but I also knew what to expect and Charles,” Her entire face softens and she can’t help but look at her boyfriend. “Charles made it easier.”

She nods and she’s pulling out of Alex’s arms completely, hands coming up to cover her face, a sob tearing out of her and Charles is lurching forward, Alex’s hands grabbing at her arms.

“Carlos,” her breathing stutters, her voice breaking on his name. “He told me it’d be more difficult and that we would see each other less.”

Alex and Charles look at each other.

“And that didn’t sound right. But I needed to hear it.” Her hands drop away from her face. “I didn’t say it but how in the hell would we see each other less? I see him maybe five nights a month for a total of maybe seven hours.”

Charles lets out a quiet breath of her name and then he’s wrapping her in his arms, letting her bury her wet face in his neck as she clutches painfully tight at him.

“Y’know,” he breaks the silence after a few moments. “I could talk to Kevin.”

A laugh escapes her and she’s sniffling as she pulls away from him. “Kevin doesn’t need an excuse. Give Oscar one, it could be on him for once for the contact or whatever happens.”

Charles and Alex both let out a laugh. “Oscar might do it if we talk to Lily as well.”

“Baku 2024, Piastri goes into the side of Sainz, what does this mean for the constructors and McLaren’s hope for Piastri?”

Charles winces at the too accurate headline. And then the race clicks in his mind. “Baku? Not Monza?”

She gives Charles a look. “I might be breaking up with Carlos, but I’m still a Ferrari fan, I’m still your fan. You’re going to win Monza again this year and there doesn’t need to be headlines about anything else. Your Baku win can get a little overshadowed in the media.”

He shakes his head at her confidence and faith in him. So like Alex it was nearly concerning. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to win with the two prettiest girls in the world supporting me there.”

Alex and her share an eye roll at his words but can’t help smile.

“Now, I made us sandwiches, we are going to eat and then drink and you are not even going to think about sleeping in the guest room.” Alex says. “Because best friends don’t let best friends sleep by themselves after a break-up.”

Charles shakes his head at Alex’s words, but already silently plans to grab his pillow before they start drinking.

—

Alex watches her with narrowed eyes, wishing she wasn’t all the way in the US so she could better see the other woman. She looked like she was glowing, kind of like…

“You had sex!”

Charles’ head snaps towards her and he’s rushing over to Alex, crowding her into the arm of the couch so he can see her phone screen.

Her mouth opens and shuts a few times. “Yes, I had sex.”

“With who?”

Alex has to stifle a giggle at Charles’ curiosity. He was such a gossip. But she was curious herself. Since she had broken up with Carlos nearly six months ago she hadn’t even really looked at another person.

“Someone I met.”

Charles lets out a gasp, mock offended. “You are being vague!”

She laughs, shaking her head. “He’s one of my aunt’s neighbors. He’d been helping her when he was home with taking her trash out and stuff and I wanted to thank him.”

“With what a blow job?”

Charles’ jaw drops at Alex’s words and then the way Y/N’s eyes dart away. “You gave him a blow job!?”

“NO! Well, yes! But not like that!”

The phone shakes in Alex’s hand as she laughs.

“I went over, thanked him. Offered to help with his two dogs if he needs any help when he’s gone for work and then he asked me for dinner.”

Alex immediately stops laughing. “You went out on a date and didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was a date at first.”

Alex narrows her eyes.

“I really didn’t!” She defends. “Dinner doesn’t mean a date, but then he showed up with flowers and… he was just so nice.”

The couple both softens at the look in her eyes.

“He opened the car door for me, helped me in and out, and he did that thing where he just took my hand and rested it on his arm and even though he had only asked me out maybe five hours before he managed to book a really nice table. Didn’t even entertain letting me pay, already had given his card to them.”

“You sound like you had a good time.”

“I did, it was really nice.”

“And then after?” Alex prompts.

Her eyes dart away again and Charles and Alex exchange a look.

“Did you go back to his house?”

Her face scrunches up a little. “Eventually.”

Charles stares at her in confusion but Alex, understanding dawns across her face.

“You did something in his car!”

“Y/N!”

“Oh, Charles, I know exactly what you and Alex have done in a car.”

Charles instantly blushes, mouth closing with a click.

“All I did really was tease him.”

“And are you going out with him again?”

She winces.

“You already have!?”

“He lives next door! And he’s not working this week! We might have gotten lunch and dinner again. And maybe went on a hike.”

“When was the first date?”

“Three days ago.”

Charles lets out a low whistle. “Oh he’s in deep.”

“Very.”

“I think I’m in deep.”

“He already seems better than Carlos. Four dates in three dates.”

She sends Alex an unamused look before sighing. “He’s different from Carlos. And not just with the dates but,” she pauses. There were very few things she hadn’t told Alex and Charles about her relationship with Carlos and this, this was one of them. “He doesn’t make me leave after.”

Charles stills and Alex’s face crumbles.

“He holds me and I mean like I’m his teddy bear. I accidentally fell asleep the first night and was panicking when I woke up in the middle of the night trying to get up, to leave and he just tightened his grip on me and told me to stay for breakfast and a shower.” She pauses again. “I never got to spend a whole night with Carlos. He never wanted to hold me, to cuddle, and I know that for some people that’s just how they are but even when I made it clear that’s what I wanted, he said there was no time for it. I don’t know if I was ever more than just a body to him.”

Alex can feel tears threatening to fall. “He was like that the whole time?” Her voice breaks and Charles wraps an arm around her.

“All eight months.”

“Why did you stay?” It’s a question that Alex has never asked, but she can’t help but ask it now.

“I think after Eric,” Charles’ eyebrows furrow at the unfamiliar name. “I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t too much or clingy like he said I was and Carlos… he didn’t give me the chance to try and be.”

“Oh, Y/N.” Alex’s voice is barely a whisper, her heart breaking.

“I know.”

The quietness of her voice seems to steel something in Alex and even though she straightens, clearing her throat, Charles rubs his hand up and down her back.

“Well, you have to tell me about him. I need a name, what he does, how old, a picture, his Instagram would even be better.”

“Could I beat him up?”

Alex has to stifle a laugh at the mock seriousness in her boyfriend’s voice, but Y/N bursts out laughing, nearly doubling over.

“I could beat someone up!” He defends.

“Of course you could.” Alex soothes, because yes Charles could. He had the strength and even some training, but it just wasn’t who Charles was as a person.

“You could wipe the floor with some people Charles, just not Randy.” And she laughs again as the name leaves her lips, the image of Charles attempting to even punch the other man more than amusing. It’d be something she’d have to mention to Randy later.

“His name is Randy?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

Y/N’s lip thin a little, “He’s a professional wrestler, part of the WWE and has been for quite a while now.”

“He’s older.” She states it as a fact.

“He’s forty-three.”

Charles’ eyes widen, jaw nearly dropping, but Alex doesn’t even seem phased by the news and he can now remember a conversation about the only thing she wasn’t surprised by with Y/N and Carlos’ relationship was that she was with someone older.

“Twenty years older… going to be hard to beat if there’s a next one.”

She laughs at the tease. “Look, I tried only five years older, it worked better for you than me.”

Charles flushes a little at the comment, pressing a kiss to Alex’s temple.

“Does he have kids?”

She shakes her head. “No kids. Two ex-wives.”

“Two?”

“Two. 2013 and 2020. They didn’t work out for two different reasons but no bad blood, no drama.”

Alex nods. “Good, that’s good. Now, you are going to send me a picture of him, or I’m just going to let google show me something.”

She snorts, reaching for her phone. “Don’t do that. Charles will have a heart attack.”

He makes a small noise.

“Some wrestlers don’t wear a lot.” She says. “I’ll show you what he looks like and then what he looks like in the ring, alright?”

“Perfect.”

An image preview pops up just a second later on Alex’s phone and she instantly opens it, making a considering sound while Charles tilts his head.

“He’s different than I expected.”

“More your type. Now, show me what is apparently going to give Charles a heart attack.” Alex demands, ignoring the offended sound from Charles.

She laughs, but another image pops up. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She teases and as Charles stares at the new image, he makes a sound he’s never made before.

“What the fuck?”

“Wow.”

“How?”

“He has tattoos?” Alex squints her eyes, trying to get a better look at them.

“I-”

“So many tattoos. They're amazing, Alex. He used to have a mustache.”

Alex lets out a small gasp. “He used to?”

“He did.”

Charles makes another pitiful noise that they ignore as she sends another photo to Alex, this one with Randy having a mustache.

“Wow, he really is your type. Clean-shaven right now though?”

“He has a light stubble sometimes, depending on if he decides to shave in the morning. But nothing like that or some of the other stuff he’s had.”

“Hmm.” Alex looks at it considering. “He looks good either way.”

“He really does.”

“He wrestles?” Charles finally manages to get out.

“Yes.”

“And he’s good?”

“He’s won a couple of championships.” And she has to stop herself from laughing at the expression on Charles’ face.

“I can’t beat him up.”

“No, you couldn’t. But you can still give the protective older brother speech if it gets serious.”

“Will he laugh?”

She lets out a small laugh. “I’ll tell him not to.”

Charles nods. “Okay. I can do that. Besides, I can’t beat him up, but I can run him over with a car. That will hurt him.”

“Just a bit.” She agrees and the seriousness of it makes them all laugh.

—

“How are Alex and Charles?”

She smiles, turning her head so she can face him, not wanting his fingers to stop tracing shapes along her back. “Good. Wishing I wasn’t so far away.”

He gives a small hum, fingers nearly dipping below the sheet.

“They are considering coming out here. Charles is going to the factory tomorrow and the day after and then won't be going back until after pre-season testing. So they are thinking about coming here after the car launch, so the 15th or 16th.”

“He’ll be okay to come here?”

She gives a light shrug motion. “He doesn’t get as recognized in the US if he isn’t in LA or it’s race weekend. And I don’t think they’d be really wanting to go anywhere. Edna will still be gone and said they were welcome to stay at her house.”

“Your house.” he murmurs and she shoots him a playful glare. “I’ll be here if that’s when they visit. It’d be nice to meet them.”

She freezes at his words. “You want to meet them?”

“It’d be a bit weird if I didn’t want to meet my girlfriend’s friends.” He watches her face carefully. “Do you not want me to meet them?”

“No! I do! After I told them about you, we actually started watching some of your old matches, they’ve become fans.”

“Oh god.” He laughs, his fingers stilling, hand, large and warm, now resting on her back. “What’s been the favorite?”

“Alex likes the 2009 royal rumble, Charles likes WrestleMania 24.”

“I won both there.” “I did say they were fans.” She points out.

“And what was your favorite?”

She stares at him for a second, “Hell in a Cell against Jeff Hardy.”

His eyebrows raise. “Really?”

“I liked what I saw.”

His eyes darken at the comment, the heat in her voice. “I’m gonna have to worry about you getting bloodthirsty when you come to a match.”

“Just a little.” She manages to say after a second.

—

“I like him.”

“I know.” She laughs.

Alex turns, looking away from where Randy is teaching Cody a wrestling move. “No, I really like him. He’s good to you.”

She turns as well to face Alex. “He is.” And she reaches out, squeezing Alex’s hand. “He’s amazing, Alex. I know it hasn’t even been two months, but I think it’s serious.” She glances at Randy as she says it and sees him already looking at her, sending her a wink when their eyes meet.

“I knew with Charles pretty quickly.”

She lets out a small laugh, nodding. “I remember that phone call.”

Alex rolls her eyes, nudging her lightly. “Right because I didn’t get a call from you early in the morning two weeks ago about a certain sex position.”

Blood rushes to her cheeks at the reminder. “You are evil.”

Alex grins, pressing their shoulders together. “I’m your best friend.”

“Exactly, evil.”

“So what sex position exactly?” Alex and her both jump a little at the sound of Randy’s voice, both of their boyfriends a lot closer than before and grinning at them. “Was it the one in the kitchen or the bathroom?”

“Shut up.” She tells him, shaking her head with a laugh.

“The kitchen? I never heard about the kitchen.” Alex says.

Charles chuckles at the mischievous look on Alex’s face, moving to squeeze Y/N’s hand before wrapping an arm around Alex. “Yes, tell us about the kitchen.”

Randy stares at her with a smirk as she shakes her head at the couple. “You all are horrible. And I can’t even say you shouldn’t want to know because I know all about your guy's sex life.”

“I don’t.”

She playfully glares at Randy and he smiles at her, reaching out and easily pulling her into him, moving her until her back is pressed against his front, a kiss being pressed to the top of her head.

“How does he not just break you in half?” Alex wonders out loud.

Charles slaps a hand over his mouth to stop a laugh from leaving but Randy’s whole body shakes with laughter while Y/N looks done with everything.

“What? He can lift like twice his body weight. I’m concerned.”

“You’re nosy and a freak.” Y/N corrects and Charles can’t stop the laugh that leaves him.

“Takes one to know one!”

—

As they approach the doors, she slows her steps, already knowing the drill, but she’s unable to get more than two steps behind Randy before he’s grabbing her hand and pulling her forward, wrapping an arm around her and pressing her close. She’d be annoyed by his constant manhandling of her if she didn’t think it was so hot.

“You okay?” He murmurs.

“Yeah.” She says and he gives a small hum. She waits for him to get a small squeeze before letting go as they are only maybe five steps away from the doors, but he doesn’t. He keeps her right beside him. Even as they step inside and as they start to see people.

She’s practically holding her breath waiting for him to let her go, for him to ignore her, for the familiar routine to start, but he doesn’t.

He keeps her close, as he nods in greeting to different people, and then a small smile forms on his face.

“Randy!”

She watches as Cody Rhodes practically grins at her boyfriend as he approaches, arm extended out, and still keeping her close, Randy gives him a one-armed hug. “Hey, brother.”

“Hey.” Cody smiles at him and then he’s smiling at her. “Y/N, right? Randy’s told me about you.”

She has to hide her shock at his words and she extends her free hand, but Cody pulls her into a one-armed hug of his own. “It’s nice to meet you, Cody. Randy’s told me about you as well.” She says when he pulls away.

Cody laughs, glancing at Randy before looking at her, mischief in his eyes. “He’s gotten soft in his old age.”

“Could still beat you in a fight.”

She laughs at the way Cody rolls his eyes. “I don’t know. Feels like it would be a pretty even match.”

“Wow. My own girlfriend doesn’t think I could win.” He shakes his head but can’t help but smile, seeing her and Cody get along.

She smiles up at him and Randy moves quickly, kissing her before she can protest, hand tightening on her waist when she gives that all too familiar breathy little sigh against his lips.

“Y’know, Randy has been telling everyone about you. Well, everyone he likes about you.” Cody tells her nearly twenty minutes later as they sit together while Randy talks with someone.

“Really?”

He laughs, “oh yeah. You’re pretty much all he talks about. It’s nice. I’ve never seen Randy like this and I’ve seen him through two marriages.”

She nods, and a slight tension she didn’t even realize Cody was carrying seems to leave him. “He’s kind of all I talk about as well with friends.”

“But you didn’t think he would.”

She turns her head a little to look at him, surprised by how easy he read her, before looking back at Randy. “My last boyfriend,” she pauses. “He was also in the public eye and he didn’t want anyone to know. Including my friends. I wasn’t expecting Randy to even acknowledge me tonight. I think I stopped breathing when he pulled me closer before we walked through the doors.”

“Does he know?”

“He knows who I was dating and that it was a private relationship. I guess it’s pretty bad that I haven’t told him when he’s told me about both his previous marriages.”

Cody shakes his head with a quiet scoff. “No. When you tell Randy, he’ll understand why you waited. You needed to know if he was going to be the same or not.”

“I did. And I already knew he was completely different, but this, meeting you, being here, it’s really cemented it.” She gives a breathless little laugh, trying not to cry.

Randy pauses his conversation, looking at her and seeing her expression, he frowns, beginning to open his mouth and she shakes her head, waving him off and he turns his attention to Cody.

“All good! Now finish up your meeting before I take your girlfriend to lunch!”

“Over my dead body, Codes!”

Cody gives a laugh and she has to rub her hand over her face to not laugh as well. Randy shakes his head but continues his conversation, though he keeps an eye on her.

“Brandi, my wife, she wanted me to tell you to follow her on Instagram. Being in this world,” He makes a circle with his fingers. “It can be a little crazy and she’s been in it. As a wrestler, a producer, and as the wife or girlfriend in your case.”

“WAG.” She murmurs underneath her breath with a slight disdain for the term. She’s surprised at the change in topic but grateful.

“I’ve seen Randy’s schedule and it’s a lot, but my best friend and pretty much sister, her boyfriend, he does Formula 1 and I pretty much all last year traveled with her to over half the races. And even went to two without her. WWE, it’s crazy but most of it is North America based, a lot easier to manage than the F1 nightmare.”

“Fuck, I can imagine. They started their season yet?”

“This next weekend, they have their first race of the season.”

He lets out a whistle. “Time for the circus to begin.”

She laughs, “Absolutely.”

—

“How’d you like your first match, baby?” He asks when they're back on his bus, head tilted forward as she rubs at his neck.

She gives a small hum, fingers slowing as she loops her arms around his neck. A squeal nearly leaves her when he scoops her up. “Put me down! You got beat up!”

“Which is something I do for a living.” He grins.

She shakes her head, biting her lip to hide a smile. “I liked it a lot. It was fun. Being in the crowd with everyone was insane.”

“I’m glad you had a good time.” He says before kissing her.

Her legs tighten around him as he gives her another kiss. “How much will your body hate you if you take me to bed right now?”

He lets out a groan, starting to walk towards the back of the bus. “Might need you to wash my back after, but I’ll never say no to sex.”

She smiles, kissing his jaw. “Good, because I want to give my winner something.”

Another groan escapes him and he’s kissing her again, not stopping except for when they both hurry to take off their clothes, but he needs to feel her lips against his. Wants to feel her breathy sighs, wants to swallow her moans and cries. Wants everything as close as he can get it. And he gets it all.

“I might have to start going to the gym with you.” She says when they get out of the shower, the two of them not even bothering with clothes, just a quick towel off before falling back into the comfortable bed.

“Oh yeah. Aren’t you supposed to have youth on your side?”

She makes a slight offended noise. “Aren’t you supposed to only be able to go one round or struggle to get hard?”

His hand goes over his heart. “Ouch, that hurts.”

She laughs, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his hand. “There I kissed it better.”

“Want to kiss something else better?” Randy winks and then laughs.

She scoffs but curls into his side. “Try that line next time you have to ice your junk.”

“Ooh, I don’t like the next time there.” But he knows it will happen, unfortunately.

Drawing up the blanket over them, he can feel a tension in her. It’s in the way she hasn’t rested her head on his chest, the slower draws of breaths she’s giving, her fingers that aren’t tracing along his tattoo’s.

“What’s wrong?”

Her fingers press slightly into his arm. “I didn’t tell you everything about my last relationship.”

He’s quiet, letting her think and it makes her smile for a second.

“We weren’t just private. No one was supposed to know about us. I wasn’t supposed to even tell Alex.”

Randy’s grip on her tightens.

“At the end of the relationship, I realized it wasn’t actually a relationship. Because when we went on a date, always dinner in a hotel room, maybe five times total. It was just sex and false promises. He never held me, he didn’t even really kiss me.”

“Baby,” Randy breathes and his eyes squeeze shut for a moment, pushing away his anger. “Is that why you tried walking behind me today?”

She gives a sad sort of smile. “I didn’t think you’d want people to know.”

He ignores his sore muscles, moving her to lay flat on her back before setting himself between her thighs, upper body hovering over her. “I want everyone to know. Somehow I ended up with the best person in the world, I’d be fucking stupid to not want everyone to know that.”

“Randy,”

He shakes his head. “I will never ignore you or pretend I don’t know who you are. I’ll be stuck to you like glue if anything. The way I was with you walking in? That was mild compared to what I really wanted to do.”

She goes to wipe away tears that are beginning to fall, but he’s doing that before she can. His thumb is gentle as he wipes them away. “I love you.”

He smiles, it wasn’t the first time she had said it and he’d never get tired of hearing it. “I love you too.”

She reaches up, dragging his head down and kissing him.

“Next match.” He breathes as she presses kisses all over his face. “I’m going to make sure that camera focuses on you and one of those fucking commentators says you're my girl.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He tells her, already knowing how he’ll make it happen.

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