Racing was one of your favorite things, practically lived for it. At first, you didn’t think your small hobby would start your life’s career. Today, you were the famous female racer. Nickname? Fangs. Odd right? Well…that’s because your canine teeth, or oddly sharper than most. It was just a natural thing you had when you started to get teeth as a baby. Not vampire sharp, just a bit shaped then normal. And when you smiled, grinned, smirked. They showed

Today, you had just traveled to Italy. For a Race, oh gosh. You were exited. Once you arrived to your motel that you were staying in for a while, you unpacked, and ready for bed. Since tomorrow you would arrive at the track, for interviews. And once you left the next morning for the interview, in gear. You went into the building the interview was in. Multiple racers who were also racing having theirs.

After your interview ended, you started to make your way out, heading back to the motel. But as you open the doors, and dump into someone. Glancing up, you see another racer. ‘NAME’ another popular racer, from Russia, nickname. Charmer. Why? No idea. He glanced down at you. Eyes meeting. He didn’t seem to impressed at you. But when you have a nervous smile and sorry. He seen your teeth. Then smirked ”oh, no need. I dont take sorrys. But…I do take other things.” he says with a glint In his eyes.

He leans down a bit and takes your chin ”your “Fangs” right..?” he says. Not even a question. ”Hmm..how about you put that pretty teeth to use..” he says. Before he slams his lip to yours. Not caring if you’re going to protest. Or enjoy it.

In a way, you were shocked, and a big made at the sudden kiss that he did without asking…but another..damn..he’s a good kisser..wonder what else he could do..but you quickly gulp. Not wanting to think that even if it was hard. He gripped your hips, kissed a bit harder, and let us tongue piercing go along your lips. Then finally moved away. Licked his lips, and moved passed you as he ruffled your hair. And left…