Racer (Hambebe🔞)

If you're not comfortable with this genre, skip. Seperate fiction from reality. TAGLISH. All of these are just my IMAGINATIONS

NOTE:

Guys! Huwag nyo na pansinin yung mga maling spelling Ng word at wrong grammar.

Characters(main):

Gwen-Grant

Sheena-Samarah

GWEN G!P

START

The sound of engines roared through the stadium, the smell of burning rubber filling the air as racers sped down the track.

Grant gripped the wheel tighter, heart pounding, adrenaline flooding his veins. His heart pounding in sync with the roaring engine. This was it—the final lap.

His eyes flickered to the stands for just a second. There she was.

Samarah.

His girlfriend. His muse. The one who made his victories even sweeter.

She stood at the edge of the crowd, biting her lip, watching him with eyes filled with excitement and admiration.

For her, he had to win.

With one last push, Grant accelerated past his opponent, his car flying past the finish line—first place.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

He did it.

--

Samarah rushed towards him, jumping into his arms.

"You won!" she squealed.

Grant chuckled, spinning her around before crashing his lips onto hers.

"You watched me, didn’t you?" he murmured, his voice low.

Samarah shivered. "Always."

"Then let’s make this victory even sweeter."

She bit her lip, knowing exactly what he meant.

"There’s a party later," Grant said. "Come with me?"

Samarah shook her head. "I’m not in the mood for drunk people. But you better behave."

Grant smirked. "Only if you promise me something."

She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"That you’ll be waiting for me when I get back."

Samarah smiled, leaning in. "Always."

---

Grant sat in the VIP section, nursing his drink, watching the celebration unfold.

He was drinking responsibly—just like Samarah told him.

But when his phone buzzed, everything else faded away.

A message from Samarah.

A video. She sent a video.

When he opened it, his breath hitched.

Samarah was on her bed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized racing jackets.

The zipper was halfway down, bare skin teasing him.

She bit her lip, pulling the zipper lower, revealing more.

Then she whispered, "Come home, baby."

Grant gripped his drink tighter.

Fuck.

There was no way he was staying here now.

He slammed his glass down, grabbed his keys, and raced to her condo.

---

The moment Grant opened the door, Samarah was there—leaning against the wall, the jacket barely covering her.

"You drive fast," she teased.

Grant didn't answer.

He was already on her.

His lips crashed onto hers, hungry, desperate.

His hands pushed the jacket off her shoulders, revealing soft, bare skin.

"You did this on purpose," he growled, pressing her against the wall.

Samarah smirked. "Maybe."

Grant chuckled darkly. "Then take responsibility."

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom.

As soon as they hit the bed, his lips were on her neck, his tongue tracing hot, wet circles.

His hands explored, teasing, squeezing, caressing.

"Grant, baby ugh—" Samarah moaned.

He smirked. "I love hearing you say my name like that."

He kissed lower, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin, tasting her, teasing her.

Samarah arched, gasping, her fingers tangled in his hair.

Grant groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her.

She trembled beneath him, moaning louder, her body overwhelmed.

"Baby, I—"

"Come for me," he murmured against her, sending vibrations through her core.

Samarah cried out, her body shattering as pleasure overtook her.

Grant grinned, licking his lips. "Sweet as always."

---

Before she could recover, Grant flipped her onto her stomach.

"You’re not done," he whispered, gripping her waist.

Samarah shivered. "Grant—"

He didn’t wait.

In one deep, hard thrust, he filled her completely.

Samarah gasped, gripping the sheets.

Grant groaned, his fingers digging into her waist as he set a punishing rhythm.

"You feel so good," he growled, his hips snapping against hers.

Samarah could barely breathe, the pleasure overwhelming.

"F-Faster," she gasped.

Grant obliged, driving deeper, harder.

His fingers slid between her legs, rubbing circles over her sensitive spot.

Samarah moaned louder, her body trembling.

"You close?" Grant murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

She nodded frantically, toes curling as she reached the edge.

"Then come with me," he commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic.

Samarah screamed his name as she shattered around him, her walls clenching.

Grant groaned, feeling her tighten, and with one last deep thrust, he spilled inside her.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, tangled together.

---

Samarah curled into Grant’s chest, still catching her breath.

"You really left the party for me?" she whispered.

Grant chuckled, running his fingers through her hair.

"You sent that video. Did you think I’d just sit there and drink?"

She giggled. "Guess I should reward my champion, then."

Grant smirked. "You already did."

Samarah bit her lip, tracing circles on his chest. "But I want more."

Grant flipped her onto her back again.

"Good," he murmured, "because I’m not done celebrating yet."

END

suggest kayo ng scenario, please.

('Yung madali sanang gawan ng story, nag hihirap ako maghanap ng mga uncommon words para dito, XD).

Ang tagal na neto sa draft 'ko, ngayon lang natapos. Anyways, MaColet next update.

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