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Crash and Burn | Rosnali

this is a commission for @violetloves based off of this post from the other day - rosé is an established drag racer and denali is an up-and-coming talent, so obviously they're going to be rivals... or are they?

Ship: Rosnali Word Count: 1.2k Rating: E

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“And coming in first place for the third race in a row, Rosé McCorkell!” Cheers from the crowd followed the announcement and continued through Rosé’s victory lap. Dubbed ‘Red-Hot Rosie’ due to both her red hair and propensity for getting on streaks of podium-placement races, Rosé was one of the hottest names in racing. Of course, being one of the only women in the game brought her an extra dose of attention.

However, it also meant she often had to field questions at post-race press conferences that her male contemporaries would never get. And as of late, there was one topic that kept coming up. “You’re set to race against up-and-comer, Denali Foxx next week. Should we be expecting the rumored rivalry between you two to come out in full force?”

At this point, Rosé couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. “I’m going to lay these rumors to rest once and for all. There is no ‘rivalry’ between Denali and I. I haven’t even properly met her yet, but frankly, I welcome more women into the racing world. I don’t hold any more animosity towards her than I would any of my male competitors. That’s to say, of course, that I have no qualms about going out for drinks after I mop the floor with her.” She had to throw in a bit of trash talk - the media needed soundbites like that to stay interested.

The next morning, she awoke to a direct message on Twitter from Denali herself asking if she would be interested in getting lunch sometime before the race. Rosé agreed without hesitation, treating it like she was hanging out with a friend as opposed to a business meeting - no going through her assistant or manager, she simply wanted to finally meet the woman everyone kept bringing up to her.

While Rosé was waiting at the restaurant for Denali, she found herself feeling nervous. Maybe it was her desire to make a good first impression, or maybe it was because she was up all night stalking her Instagram and couldn’t get over how hot she is. And when she saw Denali walking towards her, those feelings multiplied tenfold. She stood up to greet her, biting back a smirk when she realized she had over a half-foot on her. “So nice to finally meet my sworn enemy,” she chuckled.

Denali grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. “The feeling of loathing is mutual,” she winked and they shared a quick hug before sitting down. “So, I finally get to meet the famous Red-Hot Rosie,” she remarked, a playful smirk on her lips. “That your natural hair color?”

“You asking if the carpet matches the drapes?” she accused with a raised brow. “I mean, they do, but I don’t go around advertising it.”

She blushed, but tried to deflect with, “what, none of those guys on the track ever came at you with a line like that? Though I guess it wouldn’t matter to you, and, you know, same here.” While Rosé had openly discussed her sexuality in the media, Denali had chosen to carry on her life as openly gay without making any formal statements.

“Oh, I know,” Rosé told her, then realized she nearly exposed herself as having stalked her on social media, so she quickly followed up with, “I mean, I had a sneaking suspicion.”

“She’s got gaydar, huh?” Denali propped her elbow on the table and placed her chin on the palm of her hand. “I didn’t realize you were so perceptive.”

Rosé wanted to laugh, because if she were truly perceptive, she would know for sure whether or not Denali was truly flirting with her or just teasing her. But she was far too proud to ever admit something like that. “It’s always a skill worth having,” she hummed, lips pursed around the straw in her drink.

As the meal progressed, the connection between them was palpable, enough so that Rosé felt obligated to remark, “they’re not gonna make it easy for us to hang out like this once we start competing against each other, you know how it goes.”

Denali shrugged. “You said it yourself, there’s no rivalry between us, women racers ought to be allies,” she hummed. “Though I think you said something about mopping the floor with me, which I respectfully object to,” she winked.

Rosé chuckled softly, looking down and shaking her head. “I don’t recall.”

The race was highly anticipated and the reaction to Denali breaking Rosé’s winning streak by bumping her into second place was sure to be even stronger. But Rosé wasn’t bothered, in fact, she was impressed by her competitor’s skills and mulled over where she would go from there once she got to the locker room.

Having gotten so used to being the only one there, she made no attempt to make her presence known as she stripped out of her outfit. It was only after she’d finished undressing and turned to walk towards the showers that she remembered she had company.

Denali stood there with a towel wrapped around her body, trying not to stare outright. “I guess you really weren’t lying about being a natural redhead,” she joked to break the tension.

Rosé covered her mouth with her hand when she snorted with laughter. “I’ve gotten so used to having the place to myself, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” she told her once she’d composed herself.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” she assured with a soft laugh. “It’s a shame I just showered, I might be inclined to have you join.”

Her brow arched and her lips curled into a smirk. “I don’t think there’s any harm in getting extra clean,” she hummed, walking into the stall and beckoning Denali along with her finger, then backed her against the wall once they were together under the hot water. “I think you deserve an extra congratulations on your win.”

Denali could barely get out a reply before Rosé dropped to her knees in front of her and nudged her thighs apart before dragging her tongue along her pussy before circling her clit.

Rosé smirked to herself as she eased a finger into her, thrusting and curling it as she sucked on her clit, then added a second finger as well. Her free hand kept a steady hold on Denali’s hip, keeping her body steady as she skillfully worked her tongue and fingers, occasionally switching the positions of either to keep her on edge.

Perhaps it was the residual adrenaline from racing coupled with heightened adrenaline, but Denali found her orgasm approaching sooner than she expected, and barely managed to squeak out a warning before she came. “Fuck,” she exhaled, “now I really have a reason to keep winning.”

She chuckled softly as she got back to her feet and pressed a slow, deep kiss to her lips, her arms snaking around her waist. “Don’t worry, baby. I can always offer it as a consolation prize.”

“Guess the feud is still on, huh?” she teased.

Rosé smirked as she backed off to shower. “We gotta keep up appearances, baby. But that’s just gonna make what goes on behind closed doors that much more fun.”

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