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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince II

pairing : charles leclerc x reader

fandom : f1

synopsis : you're the only female driver on the f1 grid, and have a secret relationship with ferrari's golden boy.

warnings : allusions to smut, smut

a/n : much awaited part 2!! apologies for taking so long life has been extremely busy lately

pt i

"don't say a word" charles mumbled to you, gently getting up.

god, you were so fucked.

you didn't dare say a word as charles wordlessly got up to find the pair of shoes carlos had so unfortunately left behind in his room. "why did he leave them here" charles whispered harshly, while gesturing to the large closet he had in his driver's room.

quiet as a cat you slipped into it, leaving it a crack open for ventilation. you watched from the gap as charles quickly ran a hand through his tousled hair, lips still red and swollen and eyes still blown wide from the orgasm he had a few moments again.

"just a second!" he called to his teammate, struggling to jump into his jeans and searching for his shirt before he realised where it was : on your body.

cursing under his breath, he inhaled deeply, before striding over to open the door for carlos.

"my god man, you took forever to open the door huh" carlos grumbled, sauntering his way into the room before charles could slam the door shut.

praying to the heavens, charles sneaked a jittery glance towards the closet, praying carlos didn't wander too close.

"ah yes! my lucky sneakers!" carlos exclaimed like a child on Christmas day, spotting the pristine white sneakers in the corner of the room.

"how did you leave them here?" Charles asked, hand reaching up to scratch his neck nervously.

"oh remember when we were all warming up before media day because we felt stiff? i left my shoes here and changed into my loafers" he said matter of factly, changing said loafers for his sneakers.

a flash of orange had him stopping mid way, staring blankly at the papaya shirt that lay just hidden below charles' physio table.

"mate, either you're a secret McLaren fan or.." carlos began, wide eyes wandering over to charles who had turned as red as the ferrari car he drove.

"WHAT no-thats not mine!!" he exclaimed.

groaning softly, you smacked your palm against your forehead, realising how much worse he sounded if he said it wasn't his.

"so you're- YOURE SLEEPING WITH LANDO?!" carlos exclaimed and charles let out a groan of despair.

"THATS WHO YOU THINK HES SLEEPING WITH?!" your stupefied voice rang out from the closet, earning a flurry of curse words from the spaniard.

"y/n?!?!" he exclaimed, watching as you stomped out in just a ferrari shirt, batelt covering your thighs,screaming in surprise as he covered his eyes and turned to the wall.

"PUT ON SOME CLOTHES I DON'T NEED TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS!" carlos shouted, as charles ran to cover up your body, tossing you your jeans to change into.

"you thought I was sleeping with lando?" charles hissed, sheer stress and surprise in his eyes.

"no i- i wasn't thinking okay I saw orange and i thought lando!" carlos defended himself, choosing to ignore the contemptuous snort you let out.

when you were all decent he turned again sinking into a chair to massage his temples, repeatedly muttering "dios mio" under his breath and looking between the two of you.

your hands were interlocked now, thumbs gently twiddling together, and he watched as charles reached for your palms, running a soothing thumb over your knuckles and holding your hand tightly within his. he noticed how charles' gaze softened and the gentility with which he stroked your hand, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

"so how long has this been going on?" carlos asked calmly, trying to ignore the mix of excitement and amusement in his chest at the sight of his best friend and the woman he considered to be his little sister anxiously awaiting his take like a teenage couple who got caught.

"um...abu dhabi last year? i got really drunk and so did charles and we just sort of stumbled into my hotel room and-" you began only to be cut off by a loud "tut-tut-tut-tut" from carlos who closed his eyes.

"i don't need details, hermana, just...okay" he sighed, standing up.

"carlos, please don't tell anyone" charles whispered tugging you closer. "Its hard enough for her to be accepted anyway and if people find our we're together, you know what the media is going to spin it into. we're just not ready yet" he concluded softly, feeling you cuddle into him, apprehension evident in your eyes.

"ay, of course I would not do that. you can trust me. I'm happy that youre happy with each other, you are aren't you?" he questioned suddenly, eyes hardening as he looked at charles.

"yes yes, im very happy carlos" you said quickly, knowing he was protective of you.

"charles makes me happier than i thought I could be" you mumbled, cheeks warming as you spoke, and charles pressed a kiss to your temple. "And she makes me happier than I ever thought i could be" he affirmed.

"well then, I'm even happier for you two. you deserve to be happy, and I'm glad it's her you're seeing and not lando" he concluded matter of factly, and you couldn't help but snort with laughter.

"thanks mate" charles chuckled dryly.

"okay I'm gonna leave but please charles, do something about your sex hair, you look like a wild hyena just tried to rip your hair off" he grumbled as you grinned proudly.

"well i suppose we do fu-" charles began cheekily as carlos yelled in protest and covered his ears, shaking his head from side to like a dog trying to get water out of his ears.

"no necesito saber detalles sobre el relacions intimas, ella es como mi hermana menor, ¿verdad?!" no I don't need to know the details about the sex she's like my younger sister!! carlos exclaimed as he sprinted out of the room.

taking a deep breath, your eyes met charles, and in a split second, you both burst into laughter, clutching onto each other to keep steady as you laughed.

"well, that was something" you chuckled, sitting back down on the physio table.

"it really was, non?" he said, joining you, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"i have to go back to McLaren now baby" you whispered, gently stroking the rough stubble on his cheek.

"i know" he mumbled against the skin of your neck. "ill see you at the gdpa meeting okay?" you whispered, pressing him a kiss goodbye as you reached for the McLaren shirt to swap for the scandalous ferrari one you were wearing.

with sweet kisses of goodbye,you dashed off towards the McLaren hospitality.

Jogging back hurriedly, you shielded your eyes from the blaring Barcelona sun, praying that you wouldn’t get in trouble from charlotte.

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silverstone as a track was simply iconic.

as many had famously said, everyone wanted a chance to step on the podium there, the birthplace of formula one.

because of lando, McLaren always had a tiny bit of extra pressure on them during the British gp, and this year was no different.

Britain brought with it grey skies, heavy rainclouds and smatterings of rain through free practice and qualis. the track was wet, the skies were gloomy, and boomrd with thunder but the energy around the track was electric. (no pun intended)

the fans at silverstone always brought their all and the weather was never a let down for them. as you stood in the garage, waiting for the skies to clear up a little, you glanced at the crowd, cheering and whooping for lewis, lando and george, and were surprised to see the many posters of your face, cheering you on.

waving at the fans with a quick smile, you turned back to the screen, brow furrowing as you watched the forecast predict even heavier rainfall for quali.

before you knew it, you were in q3, hot on max's trail for a pole position. your race engineer, elizabeth, urged you to speed up, tyres well maintained and checo 4.5 behind.

and so you pushed, putting in purple sector after sector, and when it came to it, beat max by one hundredth.

a shout of delight left your lips as you entered parc ferme, parking your car in the no1 spot and preparing for your pole tyre and interview. max offered you a tight lipped smile, making a quip about "i was on a pole streak!" to which you responded cheekily, "well looks like i took the fast lane to your frustration!"

after quali, you were drawn into meetings, last minute checks, interviews until finally, you relaxed in the hospitality with lando, sneakers off and feet resting on a puffy pouffe, a bowl of salad and an iced latte next to you.

lando had something similar, a burrito bowl and an orange juice, scrolling through his Instragram while you covered your eyes and hummed a song.

"darl, are you dating anyone?" he asked casually, crossing one ankle over the other as he spoke.

"no, why?" you asked, brow furrowing slightly as you lied through your teeth.

lando went an odd shade of splotchy red as he looked at you, taking in the curve of your cupids bow above your lip, furrowed in confusion, to the purse of your lips.

"w-well, i've got a mate yeah, and he'd really like to ask you out, but he doesn't know how to quite...do that y'know?" he stumbled out, hands scratching the back of his neck as he spoke.

"oh!" you said, shoulders relaxing as you smiled.

"im not really looking to date someone right now lan, please tell him that and give him a hug from me okay?" you said kindly, squeezing his knees before jumping off the couch to head home.

"I'll see ya tomorrow lan!" you said, waving goodbye and picking up your food as you left.

walking towards your car, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and pulling it out, you saw charles notification.

(ferrari's) amore ♥️

amour, are you done with all your meetings?

y/n

yes darling, im just heading out to my car.

(ferrari's) amore ♥️

come to my room when youre back. i miss you :(

y/n

I'll be right there mon bebe, i miss you too 😙

you couldn't help but giggle at his messages, climbing into your car before making your way to the hotel.

as soon as you reached and managed to make your way past the gaggle of fans, you made your way to charles' room, cap covering your face as you moved stealthily through the hall.

reaching his door, you knocked softly, foot tapping against the carpeted floor, listening for the click of the door lock.

and lo and behold, there stood your italian god of a boyfriend, clad in just a pair of turquoise shorts and a bandana holding his curly locks back from his face, a stray strand peaking out almost cheekily.

"hello you" you smiled, squealing when he grabbed your plush hips and pulled you into him, arms tightening around your shoulders as he kissed your forehead, closing the door behind the both of you.

he walked backwards, guiding you into his dimly lit suite, pulling your jacket off of you and letting it drop onto the couch.

"missed you amour" he crooned softly, pecking your temple as he pulled the both of you into the large bed, laden with pillows and thick snowy white blankets, letting your body sink into the mattress.

"missed you too baby" you murmured.

"how was your day?" he asked, sliding down your body to tug your sneakers off, pressing a delicate kiss to your ankle as he pulled the socks off too, before trailing up to the McLaren t shirt you had on, signalling for you to raise your arms so he could tug it off your body, pressing feather soft kisses to your belly, chest, arms, shoulders and finally your cheeks.

"t'was alright i guess, quali was really great!" you gushed, fingers carding through his hair as a dimpled smile graced his cheeks.

"m'so proud baby" he said, kissing an erratic pattern on the bare expanse of your belly. "love you" you gushed again, tone utterly lovestruck, words coming out thick and syrupy.

charles gave you an equally lovestruck look, an ooey gooey warm sensation filling his chest.

"lemme show you how proud I am of you bebè" he whispered, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, body twisting above yours to curve into you.

charles' mouth was diligent on your neck, his lips parted and wet as he worked way up from a particularly sensitive spot on your neck up to the back of your ears, smothering you with hot, open mouthed kisses that had you squirming underneath him. your whole body felt like it was being slowly swallowed by a burning flame, lighting up sharply when when his tongue swept over your skin, followed quickly by a not-so-gentle scraping of his teeth.

you gasped, fingers curling tighter into the thick locks, not caring about how hard you were tugging the luscious strands, legs parting when he let out a soft growl against your skin, the sound reverberating in his chest.

"baby.." you whispered, as his hands slipped to unbutton your jeans, slowly tugging the material down your thighs, hands massaging the fat of your hips and thighs, pinching softly before soothing it with a velveteen caress.

"hush mon amour, let me take care of you" he murmured, mouth hot as it disappeared lower until he was cocooned in between your thighs.

his sea green eyes locked onto yours, as his mouth lowered onto your panties, a wet spot spreading like spilled ink on delicate paper, that had him salivating like a dog.

you closed your eyes, pleasure taking over every nerve in your body when he pressed a kiss to the drenched fabric.

what a night you were in for.

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you wake up early, the sun is just rising above the horizon, casting an almost pastel glow in the room from the wide windows. you're supposed to reach the track in an hour, so you have to leave in about 30 minutes. charles however, the lucky bastard, gets to sleep in. he isn't due at the track till almost two hours after you.

grumbling, you stepped out of bed, searching for the sleep shorts charles had kept on the couch for you to slip into in the morning, mourning the loss of his warmth as you get ready in the bathroom, taking out your toothbrush, a hairbrush, your skincare, your makeup, peeking through the half-open door to see him fast asleep in bed, bare arm stretched out over your empty side, quite snores leaving his mouth, a soft pout on his lips. you took in the red marks littering his chest, now fading to a subtler maroon, and the indents of your fingerprints on his back, heat rising to your cheeks in soft pinpricks.

the sight leaves a dull ache blooming in your belly, a need to just go and cuddle with his forever filling every bone in your body. with a sigh, you turn back to the mirror, somehow managing to get through your makeup and your hair before you allow yourself to look at charles again

with a furrowed brow, you note that he’s not in bed anymore.

you almost jumped out of your skin when you notice him standing in the doorway of the bathroom, clad in literally nothing.

charles didn’t say anything, only getting his arms around you in a warm, soft hug,one arm circling around your back to hold your waist, the other bent over the top of your back to cup your head in his hand.

his feet shuffled into the bathroom, head dropping onto the dip in your shoulders, arms wrapped tight around your midriff. his hands splayed on your belly, and he pressed a delicate kiss to the back of your neck. "go back to bed honey" you said, squeezing his hand and smiling at his sleepy face in the mirror.

"mmmhm" was all you got in response, the warmth from his body enveloping you in a snug embrace.

"why do you have to go so early?" he groaned, head nuzzling into you like a cat. chuckling softly, you swipe a berry lipgloss over your lips, adjusting the white floral sundress you had opted for, carrying your team kit in a bag.

"cuz we're shit babe. and if I want to win this race, we need to get some work done off track before we start actual racing" you said, petting him on the head like a kitten.

"ill see you soon then coucou" he said, pressing a kiss to your head before collapsing back into bed.

shaking your head you laughed quietly, slipping out of the room and heading to find gemma, your trainer bringing you a bowl of chocolate oats and dragonfruit and berries to munch on.

"busy night?" she smirked and you stuck your tongue out at her.

"let's just go" you said, pecking her cheek as thanks for the food.

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the track was buzzing with the usual hustle bustle, and charles was making his way towards parc ferme to get ready for drivers parade, which was going to be a vintage car display for each team. he caught sight of you, standing with lance and esteban, chatting animatedly about something.

he was standing with max, lando, carlos, checo, george and alex, all happily discussing their plans for the summer break.

he felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he watched you greet lewis with a hug and then laugh as he showed you something on his phone.

he felt his heart flutter when you bit your lip to conceal a grin when toto and christian glared at each other like schoolchildren.

he felt his breath hitch when you twirled a strand of hair around your fingers, exposing the bare skin of your neck where, if he squinted hard enough, he could make out the pale remains of the hickeys he had sucked into the skin.

"you alright mate? max asked, watching the way charles had turned a splotchy red.

"yeah I'm fine" he said, offering him a weak grin.

"you sure?" lando joked, grinning widely at him.

"who are you looking at?" max enquired, peering over charles shoulder to analyse who he was looking at.

"was it maria?" checo asked, referring to one of ferrari's press officer who had stunning red hair and beautiful emerald eyes.

"no no" charles said, shutting the idea down quickly, silently turning to carlos for help.

"leave him alone guys, he was probably just drooling over the track" carlos said, nudging max with his foot.

"yeah, right. don't think we haven't noticed how dreamy you've been recently" lando teased, while carlos and alex offered charles sympathetic smiles.

"it's nothing" he said, voice almost clipped.

"okay, let's leave him alone" alex said, clapping him on the back.

he watched as you skipped over, hair bouncing as you did. "hello!" you greeted chirpily, settling into a spot beside alex and carlos.

a chorus of hellos and grins greeted you. "what's going on?" you asked, cocking your head to one side.

"charles has a crush" lando teased again.

"oh is it?" you asked, concealing a smirk as you locked eyes with the man, eyes glimmering with mischief.

"yes it is!" george said, grinning widely.

"who is it?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes at him, watching the crease form in his eyebrow.

"no one" he said, hands slipping into his pockets while carlos sent you an exasperated look.

"oh c'mon tell us something about her" you giggled, hand tracing up to linger on the spot where he had left a bite, bringing a blush to his cheeks.

he watched the teasing glint in your eyes and with new resolve, relaxed.

"well," he began, eyes locked directly onto yours. "shes the most exquisite woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing" he said, eyes boring into yours.

the chorus of 'oohs' around you didn't register, as you listened intently, heart hammering in your chest.

"she's insanely beautiful, but also has a heart of gold. shes kind, caring, smart, talented and extremely passionate" he continued, listing the qualities on his fingers, ignoring the smirks from his friends, focusing only on the widening of your eyes, and the way your hands fiddled with your rings.

"she's sassy, and isn't afraid to speak her mind. shes always thinking about others and is an angel on earth. she's as beautiful as a setting sun casting shadows on a deep ocean, as beautiful as victory, silent and strong, as beautiful as a graceful ballet, as beautiful as laughter ringing clear in the mountains" he continued, noting the way your eyes has become overbright, while also noting carlos' gaze on him.

"wow mate, you're down bad" alex commented, smiling at his friend, while max and lando sported identical grins. "yeah, never heard you be so poetic before" george commented, before turning to you. "isn't that right speedy?" he asked, waiting for your response.

clearing your throat softly, you nodded. "yeah, she's one lucky gal isn't she" you said, a wide smile on your face.

"time to go!" came a shout, startling you out of your little lovedaze.

"be right there!" lando shouted back, grabbing your arm, but you stopped him, murmuring a soft "I'll be right there" as you bid everyone a goodbye. one by one they all trickled out, carlos squeezing your shoulder kindly.

you gave charles a quick hug, tensing slightly when he pressed a quick kiss to your head away from the prying cameras.

"I love you" he whispered so quietly you almost missed it, and you repeated it, before giving him another lovestruck grin, before sprinting off to join lando.

charles stood there for a second, the same ooey gooey warm sensation filling his chest, before he was snapped back to reality by sylvia calling his name and he too sprinted back.

as you and lando followed redbull, mercedes, and ferrari, he turned to fix his gaze upon you.

"charles seems really in love doesn't he?" he asked, eyes fixated on you to gauge your reaction.

"he really does" you said, concealing a smile.

"how do you feel about that?" he asked, a strange abruptness in his tone.

"what do ya mean lan?" you asked, eyebrow quirking.

"I mean, you had a massive crush on him back when we were younger" he said, and you gaped at him, rendered momentarily speechless.

"um.." you trailed off, turning away from his burning gaze to wave at the crowds with a fake smile. "it doesn't bother me" you said finally, not really lying because how could you be bothered.

"are you sure?" he asked again, an odd tenseness to his voice. "yes I'm sure" you said firmly. "it's just..." he trailed off, unable to vocalise this thoughts.

"what, lan?" you asked, still waving at the crowds, putting up a peace sign for the crowds.

"you've seemed a little off lately...even when I brought up the thing about you dating a friend of mine, you kind of clammed up and i got the feeling that.." "got the feeling that?" you questioned, unease bubbling in your chest.

"that maybe there was a 5.4% chance that you were the girl charles was into" he finished and you almost fell off the seat of your car.

"w-what?" you laughed nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. landos gaze didn't falter.

"look, I'm not stupid. I see the way he looks at you sometimes. and I see the way you look at him. but if you're not the girl he's dating, i want you to not be hurt because you're one of my best friends" he said, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

you felt a blossom of affection for your friend bloom in your chest. taking a deep breath, you made a hasty decision.

"lando, what I'm going to tell you is an absolutely top level secret and if you tell anyone I will chop your dick off and feed it to a duck" you said solemnly, ignoring the high pitched chuckle that left his mouth.

"okay i pinky swear" he said, sticking out his pinky towards you. you interlocked yours with his briefly, before taking a deep breath.

"I am charles new girlfriend" you admitted softly, eyes fixed on the ground in apprehension. you almost had a heart attack when he whooped so loudly, you were about a 100% sure that the cars in front of you and behind you would've heard you.

"shush!" you scolded, head whipping back and forth to see if anyone heard. "I fucking knew it! i absolutely knew it, the way he looks at you and the lovestruck puppy face he makes my god i KNEW it" he laughed gleefully, shaking you by the shoulders.

"okay shut up lando but please don't tell anyone" you begged, trying to hide the grin on your face.

"I promised i won't. but I have so many questions!!" he said excitedly, squeezing your hand. you laughed, glancing over to the front where charles was waving happily at the crowds.

"how about you meet us for dinner tonight, and I'll tell you more about it then?" you said, and he nodded excitedly. "we can call carlos too" you said, "since he knows about us as well".

lando let out a dramatic gasp, hand pressed over his chest. "CARLOS KNEW BEFORE ME?!?!" he said, eyes widening almost conically.

"by accident you dipshit, he walked in on us..um...well, actually! funny story, he actually thought it was you charles was sleeping with" you said with a cheeky smile, rolling your eyes with no real malice when he pretended to gag and throw up.

"why?!?!" "because he saw a McLaren t shirt on the floor" you admitted. lando pretended to gag again. "please spare me the details of your sex life" he groaned, hand still pressed to his chest.

"oh really, cuz I was just going to go into details about how good he fuck-" you began cheekily and he squealed and slammed his hand over your mouth (gently)

you let out a cackle, giving him a friendly hug, before turning your full attention to the stands.

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the race was tough, rain showering down halfway, making the track slippery and grip a challenge, but somehow, you fought and maintained your position.

there was a tense moment when max had overtaken you rather roughly, making you drop to p3 with a 3 second gap between you, and perez and a 5 second gap to you and max. however, with some spectacular over taking and flawless defending, you had soared to victory, with max in p2, and to your surprise, carlos in p3.

the podium had been a blast, with carlos pouring champagne down your entire body and hair, and lifting you up to hoist you on the top of his shoulders.

it had made for a lovely picture of you laughing, champagne bottle in hand, and a smiling carlos pointing up to you, while andreas 'bowed' down to you.

mclaren mechanics and engineers and staff had cheered for you, with charles and lando watching proudly and clapping for the both of you.

lando had given charles a nudge, before whispering a soft "she told me buddy" and giving him a tight one armed hug and whispering, "dont you fucking hurt her Leclerc or like your girlfriend said, I'll chop your dick off and feed it to a duck" making him laugh in alarm, before smiling softly at him.

dripping in a mix of sweat and champagne, you walked off into the McLaren hospitality, hugging everyone around you, before going straight into your driver's room to change.

a quick shower and a change of clothes later you felt fresh and giddy with excitement, so when lando sent a text in your shared group, saying "club inferno to get absolutely hammered on me, half an hour, look sexy y'all" you had laughed and made your way to your hotel to get dressed.

you hadnt been able to contact charles or heard from him after the podium but decided that you'd just meet him at the club, so you changed into a particularly rivetingly sexy little dress you had bought especially for a moment like this, a strappy little number that hugged every curve and fold on your body.

you paired it with your favourite YSL libre perfume, painting your lips in a dior rouge lipstick charles had gifted her, swiping a glittery lip gloss on top, adding seductive black eyeliner and mascara, a rosy blush and a glittery highlight, and darkened your eyes with kohl.

you slipped on a pair of black rhinestone heels, with little diamond bows on them that just looked absolutely phenomenal on you.

with a sigh of satisfaction, you sent a quick text to gemma, telling her you were ready to be picked up so the both of you could get absolutely wrecked on lando's tab.

she was not complaining.

the dark club was pulsating with heavy beats, bodies swayed in harmony with sultry beats on the dance floor, bathed in hues of electric blue and crimson. the air buzzed with the intoxicating blend of thumping music, the intoxicated giggles of every individual in the club, the mingling scents of tequila, fruity cocktails, earthy whiskeys, bitter beers.

gemma whooped as you walked in, the energy palpable in her body as she flailed her arms wildly with the music.

"im gonna go order some shots!" you shouted, rushing to the bar immediately. you were intercepted by a very drunk Pierre, who congratulated you with a hug and promise to buy you shots.

you were further intercepted by carlos, who, despite looking ready to pass out still had impeccable hair and was about the down another shot of tequila.

"shots on me hermosa!" he said, passing you a shot of tequila and a lemon with salt.

in your excitement, you missed charles, clad in a black shirt and white linen pants, watching you giggle and reach for the lemon. he watched as you put the salt on the back of your wrist, licking it up, tongue sweeping along the skin, and then dousing the shot of tequila, exposing the skin of your neck, and drowning the shot, only to flick back into position and suck on the lime.

he licked his lips, feeling the groin region of his pants become uncomfortably tight.

he made his way over to you, the thumping beat of travis scott's fein filling his eardrums. he watched as you leaned over to the barman, breasts pushing up against your dress, ordering shots, pushing your hair back over your shoulder. he walked with cemented purpose, as the beat changed, turning more sultry.

you were leaning over the bar when a familiar scent of dior sauvage filled your nostrils, and a strong pair of arms wrapped around your midriff.

"baby!" you squealed, leaping into his arms, lips pressing messily against his, momentarily forgetting about the secrecy of your relationship. charles savoured it, tilting your chin to kiss you deeper, counting on the barely there lighting to hide the two of you.

you downed another shot with him, pulling him towards the dance floor before stepping back softly. you pushed your hair away from your chest so it fell down your back, hips swaying as the seductive beat of vixen by miguel filled the club, the rnb vocals adding depth to the sensual rhythm your body was following, hands running up and down your body as you swayed your hips in a pulsating rhythm, bending at the knees as you sunk to the floor, wining your hips as the chorus came on.

charles ignored the fact that literally anyone could see you right there, as he stepped towards you, hands on your hips as he pulled you flush against his body, hips grinding rhythmically with your own.

you let out a soft moan,turning so your back was pressed against his crotch. you let your head drop to his shoulder, bum pressing against his crotch and wining softly against him, feeling his breath hitch.

"fuck, mon amour, you're making it hard for me to not fuck you right here right now" he groaned.

"you know as much as I like dancing and clubbing" you murmured, fingers dancing across his thighs, "I think id much rather prefer to celebrate at home with my baby" you continued, letting your teeth sink into your plush bottom lip.

"thats it" he growled, hand grabbing yours and tugging you along, making his way into the park to his car.

"im gonna fuck you like the winner you are" he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear.

your hotel room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts.

the moment the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. his hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. the moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. as suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

you stumbled forward on weak legs, trying to wrap your head around what happened, gripping the wall with whatever remaining resolve you had in your body.

you could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. you looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second.

finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. the moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly.

but of course, that wasn't going to happen. as you turned one long corridor, charles grabbed your waist, pushing you up against the wall, to reach down and suck on your neck. you let out a gasp, head falling back against the door, and let your pussy rub against his hardening cock, but charles retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips.

he let the door swing open, carrying you inside, letting you drop down, and kick off your heels, chest heaving. he made his way towards you, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

"such a fucking sexy drive, the way you defended and fought like a beast on track" he said, stalking towards you, hands dropping to the straps of your dress, tugging it downwards. "ma belle fille" he murmured, lips trailing hot kisses to your neck and sucking dark hickies on it. his tongue swept out, licking repeatedly over the sensitive spot, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin, teeth nipping and leaving dark marks.

he pressed open mouthed kisses that seemed scorching, while his hands dropped lower, peeling the satiny material off of your body, groaning when it peeled off to reveal your breasts, heaving with tension and arousal, nipples hardening as the cold air touched them.

"were gonna do something special baby" he said, sucking the skin of your neck in between his teeth, before pulling away with a smacking sound.

he walked backwards towards where there was a bottle of dom perigon in ice, popping the cork, letting it fizz down. he walked over to you, taking a dull sip of the liquid.

he motioned to the bed, and you followed silently, laying down, resting on your forearms.

he walked over to you, hands slipping to your tits, tugging on your nipples and running his thumb over them. he watched your breath hitch and your body quake as he played with your nipples, other hand reaching up to grab your cheeks and force your mouth open.

he kissed you harshly, lips closed to keep the champagne in, before his thumb and forefinger dug into your cheeks, forcing your mouth open.

you shuddered as he leaned over, breath fanning over your face as he let the golden liquid pour from his mouth into yours, warm and delicious as it overflowed from your mouth, dribbling down your chin.

you gasped as you swallowed the burning in your throat.

he pushed you gently, body laying against the linen. he pressed another searing kiss to your lips, biting at the plush bottom lip, sucking it in between his own.

he kissed you harder, yanking the rest of your dress off of your body, dropping it to the floor.

he leaned down, sucking hickeys onto every bare expanse of your chest, sucking dark marks, teeth nipping, breathing harshly, tongue licking over the expanse of skin.

he trailed lower, mouthing over your breasts, sucking on the nipple of one while his fingers toyed with the other, tongue flicking harshly and sucking harshly, feeling you arch into him. his tongue flicked wildly against the bud, before treating the other one the same, groping and grabbing till he felt they were marked enough.

he sunk lower, pressing kisses to your belly and sinking till the gap between your thighs,before reaching up again. you watched with bated breath as he grabbed the bottle again, tipping it over so it flowed into your belly and pooled into your belly button. he let his tongue dip in, sucking up the champagne, and making you moan at the sight.

he tipped it up towards your mouth again, letting you have a swig of champagne, licking up the beads that dripped down your chin.

"so fucking delicious, have to taste the rest of you" he murmured. "ma belle fille, mon amour" he whispered, leaning down to his thighs, pressing kisses to your thighs, all the way till your ankles, letting it rest on top of his shoulder as he leaned up.

he pressed kisses all the way till he reached your pussy, clad in black lacy panties. he inhaled the scent deeply, a sight that brought a sob to your throat.

"fuck please baby, I need your tongue in me" you sobbed, a strangled wail leaving your lips when his tongue sucked over the lady barrier through the arousal seeping out.

he licked and sucked till the material was drenched, fingers tracing up and down your thighs gently, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

he hooked his fingers into your panties, tugging it down, leaving your pussy quivering when the cool air came into contact with your pussy.

charles reached for the bottle again, tipping the bottle just a little so it dripped a tiny sprinkle of champagne down your thighs. he licked it up, hands gripping into your thighs.

and then, his fingers were spreading you open, moaning as he saw your pussy lips struggle to seperate as your sticky arousal clung like a golden thread. he broke it with his fingers swirling it into his tongue, moaning at the taste.

"you taste sweeter than honey, bebe" he whispered, moaning into your pussy. his tongue licked up the expanse of your pussy, flicking erratically against your clit, licking all around the engorged, throbbing bud, before he began to suck on it with fervour. he bent your legs are an angle, so he had better access to your pussy, his head resting temporarily on your thigh, and drank up the sounds of you moaning and whimpering above him.

above him, you were moaning and whining his name, letting out a squeal when he started licking his initials onto your clit, tracing a curved c and an elongated l.

"please please please" you chanted, overcome with pleasure.

his finger slipped into your fluttering hole, thumb helping as he sucked on your clit, the overwhelming sensations sending you ricocheting towards a high.

"baby baby please im gonna fucking cum" you screamed, hips bucking wildly against his mouth as he continued to suck and lick at your pussy.

and just as you thought the pleasure was at its peak, he began to shake his head in your pussy, the erratic movement bringing an even more intense onslaught of pleasure onto your pussy. "oh fuck charles" you screamed, thighs quaking and head falling back in pleasure as you came violently, cum squirting from your pussy that he lapped up like amortentia.

but to your pleasure, he didn't stop there. he kept sucking, with more vigour and more intensity, slurping from your pussy like it was the most delicious thing in the world, moaning and groaning into your clit, sloppy and messy but oh how fucking good it felt

"cum for me, let me taste you again mon gagnant" (my winner) he murmured, the vibrations sending you over the edge again.

you came with a cry against tears dripping against you cheek.

panting, charles crawled his way back up your body, kissing your lips and gently wiping away the tears, pressing saccharine sweet kisses to your red cheeks, tracing the puff of the muscle with his pinky and pressing kisses to every corner of your face as you calmed down, whispering sweet whispers of "my sweet girl, my angel, my baby, my heart" like a mantra in french.

"baby please I need your cock" you sobbed, hands gripping onto his back, wrapping around his neck, nose reddening and eyes teary as you looked at him.

"you want my cock, mon coeur?" he cooked, voice syrupy sweet and sticky, tracing soothing circles on your thigh.

you only blubbered a yes in response, watching him cup his cock, getting it ready for your throbbing pussy as he spread his pre cum around it, body still pressed warmly against yours, pressing sweet kisses to your shoulders.

he lined up with your entrance, watching as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation. "my sweet angel drove so spectacularly, she deserves the world, doesn't she?" he cooed again, pushing a sweaty strand of hair away from your face.

"please baby, i think I do" you whined, swollen lips curling into a pout. "of course you do, mon chat" he murmured, lips pressed to your hairline, before slowly, in a single thrust, he had slotted himself inside you.

you gasped, gummy walls stretching to accomodate his cock. "fuck!" you whined, back arching off of the bed to meet his chest.

fuck, mon coeur, tellement serre" he groaned (so tight), hand interlocking with your own, fingers interlacing, the feeling adding such an addictive homeliness to the passinate moment.

his hips thrusted slowly, steadily, deeply, hitting spots that had you seeing stars. your hands clung to his back, nails raking down, tearing the skin, and you hear him hiss and moan at the sensation, hand squeezing you're tighter.

"I love you!" you sobbed out, when he raised your hips to grab onto your leg, pushing it away towards your head, and wrapping the other one around his waist, the new angle allowing him to fuck you even deeper into the mattress. his fingers dropped to your clit again, circling, rubbing roughly, even pinching softly enough to leave your body jolting, lips dropping back to your nipples to suck on them.

"je t'aime ma jolie" he moaned out, head dropping into the crook of your neck as his thrusts increased in pace, and the room echoed with the lewd squelches, groans and moans, pants and whines, as you clung to him tighter.

"charles m gonna cum" you whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head as charles sunk his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

"cum for me" he growled, and with a cry, you came undone for the third time that night. thighs shaking, breath quaking, your squirted over his cock, soaking the bedding and his thighs as it dripped everywhere, and the mere sight was enough to make charles cum, shooting his cum into your, watching it drip out of your pussy.

panting, he rolled off of you, pulling you into his chest as you both lay on the bed, completely winded and tuckered out.

your chest heaved and breath came out laboured as you came down from your high. charles peppered kisses on your face, kissing your nose, chin, cheeks, lips, forehead and your eyes softly, drawing soothing circles over your heart to help you calm down.

"did so good for me, ma cherie" he cooed, syrupy and sweet like honey. "I'll be right back amour" he said, pressing a kiss to your hairline, to disappear into the bathroom.

you heard the tap running and he returned with a warm soaked towel, cleaning up between your thighs and all the way up your body, letting you cool down after the passionate session. he peppered kisses to every spot he cleaned, pulling your hair into a delicate ponytail.

he cleaned himself up and joined you in bed again, holding up your back as he made you take small sips of cold water, ordering room service for a good pasta for you two, and a chocolate mousse.

"I love you so much" you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "i love you more" he said, a soft smile on his face.

"im so lucky to have you in my life" he confessed, taking in your sleepy face and the slow pattern of your breathing. "you make everyday a hundred times more beautiful, when I'm with you, the sun moon and stars don't compare" he continued his poetic confession.

"you make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world by letting me love you" you said,voice cracking as you looked at his form, so beautiful, so sweet, so loving.

your peaceful moment of tranquility was broken by a series frantic beeps from both your phones.

raising an eyebrow, you let your head drop to charles' chest while he reached for your phone.

his eyes widened, fear creeping into them as he sat up abruptly.

"fuck" he cursed, carding a hand through his hair, turning to look at you, an odd look of fear in his face.

"what's wrong?" you asked, dread rising in your chest like an ice cold steam, fearing the very worst.

in response he just showed you his phone.

there, on instagram and twitter, were a series of dark, blurry, pixellated picture of a man and woman in a club, hands all on each other, and a very telling video of the woman grinding her body seductively against the man.

you and charles.

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I : The First Meeting.

pairing | steve harrington x reader

synopsis | steve meets Eddie's best friend...and her little baby love.

warnings | some talk about abandonment, single mom struggles, and some sugary sweet fluff

a/n • it's been a while, but im back!

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steve wasnt a 100% sure when he and eddie 'the freak' munson had become such good friends. and yet, here he was, sitting in eddie's trailer, a cold beer in hand as they watched the rerun of some show eddie had taped, while metallica played in the background.

he would never admit it, but he had begun to enjoy the bass of cliff burton's guitar more than he'd ever thought he would. and what he'd never admit even more was that eddie was a much better person than he'd ever thought, and had quickly taken up a spot next to robin on his list of closest friends.

the knock on the door of the trailer snapped him out of his train of thought, and he reached for his wallet before eddie could protest, assuming it to be the pizzas he had ordered for the two of them to share.

but as he opened the door, wallet in hand, he caught sight of a little girl, hair in loose curls that fell way past her shoulders, with the prettiest hazel eyes he'd ever seen gazing up at him, lower lip wobbling.

she was scrunching the material of her denim dress in her tiny first, and he noticed the tears forming in her eyes.

"uh, eddie? there's a kid here" he stated, and the man in question stick his curly head of hair out the door. "oh well, well, well,if it isn't little miss princess!" Eddie exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face, before it slid right off, noticing her watery eyes and wobbly lips.

"whats wrong princess?" he asked, worry filling every bone in his body as he scooped the little girl up in his arms, eyes widening in alarm as she began to sob again.

"i fell" she cried, little sobs breaking her voice and breaking steve's heart into a thousand little pieces.

"oh baby, you fell? how'd you fall? are you hurt?" Eddie questioned, closing the door of the trailer and setting the little girl down on his lap.

"was playing with mr tibbles, and he fell, i try to pick him up but i fell down on the floor" she exclaimed, a sharp wail leaving her mouth and steve flinched. "it's okay baby, we're gonna fix you right up" Eddie said, pressing a little kiss to her cheek.

"so whose the crying baby?" steve asked, rummaging around eddie's bathroom for the first aid kit.

"ah, you know y/n l/n? she's her daughter"

"wait wait y/n? as in smartest girl in the school, y/n? wasn't she supposed to move new york to pursue law?" steve asked, remembering the girl he had crushed on since he was a little boy.

"yeah, she dated some jerk who got her pregnant, then ran the moment she told him. so her uni plans were cancelled, parents kicked her out, and she's been raising aurelia on her own" eddie muttered, cutting out a length of gauze.

"what a jerk" steve said, feeling his heart go out to the girl he had once known so well.

"yeah, she lives a few trailers down and so uncle wayne and i help her out whenever we can. lucky for all of us, little aurelia has the sweetest temper and she's rarely upset. she's a sweetheart" he cooed, gently pouring antiseptic cleanser onto a piece of cotton, before gently cleaning the scrape on her knee.

aurelia hissed, but was quickly distracted by steve, who took the opportunity to grab the stuffed bunny she was carrying, bringing him up to his face before putting on a funny voice.

"wellll if it isn't my favouriteeee little baby! hello aurelia! i hear you have a boo boo, and im sooo sorry to have given you a boo boo. how about a biggg hug" he continued, in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like his own, ignoring Eddie's snort.

"you know she's 3 dude. you can just talk to her" he said, putting a little blue bandage on the scrape. "there we go m'lady, all done and ready to go" he said, bowing to aurelia.

she giggled, and to steve's surprise, grasped onto his fingers. "whats your name?" she asked, bubbly voice reaching his ears in an oddly wholesome way.

"uh, steve" he said, still holding mr tibbles in his hands.

"hello uh steve, im aurelia. this is mr tibbles" she said, earning a louder chuckle from Eddie.

"no no, im just steve" he said, blushing a little.

"then hello just steve" she said, beaming brightly at him. eddie snorted again, unable to contain his mirth at what a mess the babysitter of the group was with an actual baby.

"angel, his names steve. thats it. now can you tell me where mommy is?" he asked, saving steve from his predicament.

"mama's at work. i stay with miss cooper but she left me to go get a bubbly" she said innocently, too young to comprehend that a bubbly meant a beer.

steve understood though. and he felt a surge of anger at this miss cooper for abandoning the sweet girl before him to get a beer.

"mama should be home soon, you hungry angel?" eddie asked, pulling out a box of cookies he kept specially for aurelia.

"yes! m so hungry. miss cooper forgot to feed me my apple" she stated, reaching for a cookie and offering eddie a large hug.

then, with her mouth half full of cookie, and half a cookie left in her other hand, she turned to steve, offering her hand out to him, with a smile, "we share cookie?" she asked, and steve swore his heart melted then and there.

"sure baby, we share" he agreed, reaching for the crumbly cookie and making a great show about eating it.

"mmm how delicious. do you love these cookies?" he asked, gently rubbing away the crumbs from her mouth.

"yes! eddie always brings. i love eddie" she stated, squeezing eddie around his knees.

"well gosh lady aurelia, consider your good ol' eddie honoured" the metalhead grinned, hopping out the door to grab the pizza that has just showed up.

"you want some pizza?" steve asked, pulling out three plates.

"i love pizza. but mummy says we shouldn't eat it too much. tummy ache" she said seriously, raising her arms up.

"oh, you want to be carried?" steve asked, gently scooping her up.

before aurelia could reply, she was interrupted by a flurry of frantic knocking.

"eddie! eddie! is lia with you?!" a frantic voice asked, and Eddie rushed to open the door.

"yeah yeah she's with me, calm down, here come in" he made quick work of reassuring the frantic woman at the doorstep.

when you stepped in, steve felt sure his heart had stopped.

"y/n, babe, you remember steve? steve harrington? high school? king steve? the whole pizazz?" he smirked, and as much as he loved eddie, he wanted to sock him in the face.

"uh, hey y/n, how've you been?" he asked, offering you a warm smile.

when you saw steve harrington, those butterflies you used to feel around him came rushing back, and you suddenly felt conscious about your outfit. you'd been dressed in a loose shirt and a skirt, and the jacket you were supposed to wear to cover your shift at melvald's with joyce byers.

"oh, hey! i've been alright, how've you been?" you asked, taking note of how calm aurelia was in his arms.

speaking of whom, the little girl in his arms let out a squeal, kicking her little legs against him, reaching out for you.

"mommy! mommy! you're back!" she squealed, and you instantly felt the days frustrations melt off.

"hi baby, I've missed you so much! how'd you end up here!" you asked, pressing a flurry of kisses to her chubby cheeks. even as aurelia had grown older, she'd retained her cute chubby baby cheeks. and you loved kissing them.

*she scraped her knee a lil, but uncle eds fixed it right up, so don't worry. also, y/n, just leave her with me next time. cooper sucks balls" Eddie said and you shushed him.

"language eds. cant have her repeating that all around the trailer park" you mumbled, pressing a kiss to her knee.

"mumma's sorry she left you and you got hurt baby, do you forgive her?" you asked, gently brushing her hair behind her ears.

"yes mommy, i love you! issok, uncle Eddie fixed my boo boo and Stevie helped too!" she exclaimed and you giggled.

"well, thank you, the both of you" you smiled.

steve felt his heart melt a little more, watching the interaction between the two of you.

he watched as you bounced little aurelia on your hip, and as she fiddled with the loose strands of your hair, which is noticed were considerably shorter than they had been a few years ago.

it was then that he noticed how much thinner you looked, how your eyes, albeit smiling at your daughter, held the traces of many a night spent crying or worrying over the future, the soft worry lines in between your eyebrows, and finally the slight slump of your shoulders, signifying how tired you were after what he could only assume numerous extra shifts.

"we were just about to sit down and share some pizza with our little lady" eddie chimed in making you giggle. "that sounds lovely" you smiled, trying to ignore the tug of hunger in your stomach.

and that's when realisation hit you.

fuck. you had forgotten to get the groceries from the store. joyce was always kind enough to keep some spares for you to take home, knowing how hard it was for a single mom to make ends meet.

you wanted to cry. but you couldn't. all you had at home was some baby food and some snacks for her and peanut butter. that was not going to cut it.

a frustrated exhale left your nose, and steve noticed.

"wanna join us for some pizza?" he asked nonchalantly, hoping you'd say yes.

"uh.. it's okay i have food at home" you lied through your teeth, ignoring the rumbling in your stomach as the smell of the pizza wafted towards you.

"doesn't matter, we have way too much pizza here so we'd probably not finish anyway. c'mon, my treat" he smiled, and sweet, sweet relief washed over you. you did not want to scoop peanut butter out the jar on wheat crackers for the third night of the week.

so you smiled, and nodded shyly, "thats sweet of you, but only if you're sure" you said, slight guilt bubbling at not being able to contribute. but you'd promised aurelia to rent a cassette of duck tales for her birthday later that week, maybe even buy it if you could afford it after the groceries and a new skirt since yours had torn.

"yes of course we're sure, c'mon grab a plate" he smiled at you, putting a slice of pizza on your plate.

you broke off a tiny piece, holding it tip to lia's mouth when steve tutted. "wait, here's her slice, and there's more if she'd like" he said, handing you a smaller plate with a slice of pizza for aurelia.

"oh no, its enough that you're sharing, besides the two of us have shared before, we don't mind" you were quick to cut him off with a soft smile, but he shook his head.

"that may be so, but we have more than enough so you can both have as many slices as you want. isn't that right eds?" he asked, scoffing at the metalhead who was shoving pizza into his mouth.

"wha-? oh yeah y/n, go full on stuff mode, we have so much. want a cold beer?" he asked, and you giggled. "sure, i don't mind one" you replied, catching the can he tossed at you.

you watched as aurelia chewed her slice slowly, giggling with eddie as they watched the kermit tape he'd bought just for her.

steve watched you take a slow bite of your food, savouring every morsel, and he saw how happy it made you. he wondered how long it had been since you'd had pizza.

you were wondering the same. prices had shot up recently and it had been more than six months. the taste of the cheese was warming and it made you feel happy.

the moment your slice was over, you got up to wash your plate, only to be stopped by steve stopping you and firmly sliding another slice into your plate.

"c'mon, have another one. I'm done and so is eddie. we filled up on chips. please, just one more slice?" he pleaded, and you felt your heart melt.

how long had it been since someone had checked to see if you had eaten properly? or asked you to take more? it made you wanna cry.

so you smiled, said a soft thank you and took another slice.

aurelia finished her slice, and began to fuss. you looked at the click and swore under your breath. it was way past her bedtime.

"oh i gotta go, it's time for lia's bath and then i have to put her to bed" you mumbled, grabbing your keys and your purse.

"just hold on to her eds, I'll do the dishes real quick" you continued, picking up the plates.

"woah woah y/n, its okay, we can do the dishes ourselves" steve interrupted, grabbing your hand, a slight frown appearing on his face. "you just concentrate on getting lia to bed" he said, brushing his thumb over the soft skin of your hand.

you blushed. he noticed.

"are you sure? i can do that much, i didn't even pay for dinner" you said, guilt rising in your chest.

"dinner was my treat, and Eddie and i can handle four plates. trust me y/n, we got this. go home" he said, still running his thumb over your hand.

"thank you so much. for dinner, and for taking care of aurelia, and for helping her knee. lia, say thank you steve!" you told the toddler.

"tank you stevie!" she exclaimed and he grinned.

picking up your stuff and Mr tibbles, you scooped aurelia up into your arms.

"lia, say bye bye to uncle eds and stevie" you said, and the life girl obliged, leaning forward to kiss eddie's cheek.

"bye bye stevie" she giggled, looping her arms around his neck and tugging him in.

"bye bye princess" he smiled, gently patting her back.

"wait, let me walk you two ladies to your trailer" he said, and you shook your head. "no it's quite alright, you've already done so much" you said, offering him your sweetest smile.

"it's alright, i don't mind" he smiled back, and so you let him.

it felt good to have someone walk next to you in the dark trailer park, to listen to him chatted with lia and keep an eye out for the both of you.

you felt safe. you felt cared for. and you craved that feeling more than you'd ever admit.

the yellow lights of your trailer came into sight and you suddenly became conscious of the fact that the steve harrington was standing in front of your trailer.

as if sensing your insecurities, steve said, right on cue, "youve done it up so nicely, it looks stunning" as he watched you walk up the steps.

"thank you. it's not much, but...it's home" you murmured, feeling tears rise in your eyes.

steve noticed too.

"i think you're very brave, to be providing for your beautiful baby and managing to manage a pretty home. Eddie told me about what happened...it's brave of you to start over" he murmured back, running a comforting hand down your back.

you let yourself lean in for a moment. it felt so good to be commended and praised for what was a tiring job and you wanted to squeeze him in the tightest hug. you resorted to squeezing his hand.

"well, this is me" you smiled, and he laughed.

"you can come over to sometime" you continued, "i think lia would like it" you rushed to cover up, hoping you didn't sound over hyper to see him again.

"of course, I'd love to see lia again, and you of course" he smiled, and you felt your cheeks heat up again.

"good night steve, thank you for everything today" you smiled, opening your trailer door slightly.

"no problem, good night y/n. ill see you soon. good night lia!" he said, and she waved to him, head resting sleeping on your shoulder.

with a final smile in his direction, you closed the door, biting your lip with a smile as you rested against the trailer door.

outside, steve stood in front of your door, smiling like an idiot in love.

oh shit, he thought.

he was an idiot in love.

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imthebadguyyy · 2 years

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on his tongue

synopsis • after the whole thigh riding in the car saga, lewis decides his car should be home to even more adventures with you.

pairing • lewis hamilton x reader

fandom • f1

warnings • smut, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, car sex.

a/n • can be read as a sequel to this or on its own! enjoy my loves ; )

honestly, you really needed to stop getting into such situations.

yet again, here you were, dress hiked up to your thighs, lips pressed messily to lewis' in the backseat of his car while your hips ground together in sync, soft gasps and moans leaving your mouth while growls left his.

lewis' hands trailed up and down your body, letting his hands trace over your exposed thighs, smirking when he felt your thighs quiver. it was no secret that he loved pleasing you. it was an ego boost for him to make you feel good, to know that he was the one making you feel that ecstatic.

he licks your cheek playfully, a permanent smile etched into his face. his hand slides further up your body until he reaches the lacy fabric of your bra. he squeezes gently, and elicits a soft sound from your lips, that to him sound as sweet as cherry wine.

while he slips his tongue into your mouth, he pulls at the edge of your bra until his hand comes into contact with your bare chest. you moan again, a little louder than you’d care to admit. but you reason, that as his hips drag against yours, he doesn’t mind. he doesn’t mind at all.

your senses have been reduced to a jumbled mess, mind running as he works your body in every which way. with his tongue halfway down your throat, he starts to grind upwards, all while rolling your nipple in between his thumb and index finger.

the radio changes the song, and the first few notes of girls needs love start floating through the car and your neck arches backwards.

but then the first new notes of the bass drum hit, and lewis begins humming along into the expanse of your throat. you feel the vibrations deep down in the pit of your tummy from his voice, and your head tilts back further. the rocking of your hips against each other begins to follow the beat.

your hand glides up his chest and grabs him by the chin until his mouth meets yours in another bruising kiss. "i hope you know that if you need dick you just need to ask" he smirks and you chuckle. "i do. now why don't you just shut up and prove you really do know what youre doing?"

you pull him back down onto you, nails digging into the flesh of his back as the other dips beneath the waistband of his pants, running along the base of his spine, feeling the goosebumps break across his skin as you do.

he bucks up into you then, hands holding your hips still as he stiffens against you. "you’re fucking sexy, ya know that?" he says, accompanies with another slow, hard roll of his pelvis. "so. fucking. sexy."

it’s at that moment when summer walkers voice fades out into a dull bass filled beat, reverberating in your ears. you hear the bass over the sounds of your combined pants, and it's when you suck very gently on his top lip that lewis decides to take charge. letting go of your hips, he lifts the hem of your dress raising it off your torso and over your head.

although it takes him seconds, it feels like it takes an eternity, as lewis travels down the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach where he stops, and licks slow circles around your belly button until you shudder almost continually. his tongue dips into your belly button and your foot jerks. his mouth travels lower.

you can't imagine how uncomfortable he must be. stuck between the driver's seat and the backseat, supported by his hand and his leg that hangs onto the floor. you really want to pity him, but you simply don’t have it in you. especially when he looks at you like that, mouth red and hot against your skin.

it burns like coals against you, as he breathes hot air onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

he takes a minute to settle down, to become eye-level with your clothed cunt, while maintaining a cozy sort of closeness. once again, he gently strokes the waistband of your panties, and, with expert fingers—ones that have done this to you a thousand times— eyeing the dark red wine colour of your underwear.

"i don't know if i tell you often", he moans into your thigh with squinted eyes. "but you’re the prettiest fucking person ive ever seen" he bites the flesh of your hip. "prettiest fucking thing ive ever seen" he repeats, and your heart thuds at an irregular pace against your chest as you watch him. slow, then fast, hard and then non-existent, all at once. its overpowering, mind-numbing and scary. but it's also exhilarating in the best way possible.

your mind slows down so much you feel as though youre moving backwards through time. the thought of what you think is going to happen has you panting again.

"now you know the rule" he starts, pressing another kiss into your skin, this time even lower. he tilts your hips up just a bit higher, so that way they’re level with his nose; eyes just barely peeking over your mound. He inhales sharply. "you have to be as loud as you can or i stop. just please, fuck, please don’t hold back on me" he whispers.

and with that reminder, he’s diving in. you feel his tongue slip out, softly licking at your already swollen clit, and you realize this feeling is unlike anything. it's heaven and it's hell, it's sanity and insanity, and you love it. your chest falls hard with every aggressive rise, and the more it obscures your view of lewis the more you adjust yourself so that way it doesn’t. you want to see him.

his mouth wraps around your clit and he gently sucks at it, his chin grazing your hole as his tongue explores the familiar territory.

he continues with his ministrations, pulling soft moans out of you. it's a melody, a harmony. a symphony of low groans and raw moans and desperate whines leave your lips. each and every noise; every perfectly composed addition gives way to how your pleasure builds. "fu—oh, my god, lewis" you manage to gasp out, remembering his rule, head pressing against the leather seats.

he’s barely touched you. hasn’t even quite moved on from your clit, and yet? you’re a fucking mess. your breathing is uneven, and your heart is erratic. its a dizzying experience everytime he sucks on your clit. he alternates, tightening the control on his lips or flattening his tongue. he holds the reigns in one hand and your heart in the other. its an intriguing thought, one that is full of both annoyance and extreme pride that lewis—your lewis, can get you this worked up in a matter of minutes.

your legs feel heavy against his shoulders, knees buckling from the pleasure. the noises that come from him are pornographic, to say the least. obscene and dirty, muffled by your puffy lips. you can tell he loves it.

"you’re doing great, pretty girl. so fucking good" he growls into your pussy, lapping at your juices.

"you taste sweeter than candy" he groans, and you can feel him move against you; further down until his broad nose hits your clit and his tongue teases the outside of your entrance.

completely disregarding the energy floating in the air, he keeps at a leisurely pace. concentrated on keeping you on edge. it's almost as of he's drunk off of you. from the way your eyes glaze over to the way you taste. just completely intoxicated by you.

then suddenly he’s mouthing at your cunt, tongue dipping into your aching hole with fervour. it's familiar territory for him, an area he's memorized so he knows exactly what makes you feel good, what makes you jerk, what makes you tick. about your reactions. about your ethereal sounds. as much as his brain can take. he’s edging you, fucking you on his tongue as you melt like putty at his experienced touch.

an unexpected high-pitched moan escapes your swollen mouth, and your breath gets caught in your throat. "holy fuck, lewis! ah—fuck, just, you’re…right there" your hands clutch the leather between your fingers, and you're pretty sure you've ripped a hole in the leather. a familiar warmth pools in your tummy, fingers running through his hair in response, scratching at his scalp and pulling his braids roughly.

that gets him. its that action that has him faltering for the first time. his hips, which have been subconsciously grinding into the leather seat, stutter, and he stops completely.

the veins in his arms strain and protrude and you almost cum right there. its a tantalizing sight. one that makes you hot and bothered, and you can tell from the way his body twitches that he feels the same way.

you yank on his hair again, and with a loud groan he jerks up into you. a dangerous glint gleams in his eyes as he shoots up to yours and he lifts himself off of you. "you’re playing a dangerous game, darling"

he crawls up your body, dragging his wet tongue over every crevice and dip. he leaves a thick trail of your arousal in his wake. I

his tongue swirls along your ribs, the place where you’re most ticklish, and it reveals his favourite sound in the world - your laugh. over the curve of your breast, covered with hickeys and bites, marks from previous endeavours. and then finally right above your heart. where he lives, where he loves and can be loved. his home.

he sucks a mark into your chest before moving onto your lips, pressing chaste kisses to your lips.

his fingers prod your sodden hole, before they will inside. you gasp at the intrusion, hips bucking up into his fingers.

he slides another finger into you, scissoring until you're shaking above him. his fingers inch deeper, trying to find that spot, while his mouth sinks down onto your nipple, biting the pert flesh until you gasp brokenly.

his fingers work in tandem with his mouth and then for a moment everything goes blank.

he finds that spot. that one spot within you that makes you see stars and releases the anchor that holds you down as you gush on his fingers, with a scream of his name that melts into the music.

lewis finger fucks you through your orgasm, eyes trained on your face and how your mouth is agape and eyes are glossy and you struggle to stop shaking.

"thats it baby, nice and slow, such a good girl" he coos, now pressing gentle kisses to your collarbone and your nose simultaneously.

you come down from your high, and he comes up to sit back down on the seats.

"see, that wasn't so hard was it?" he says and you slap his arm playfully.

"it cant have been comfortable for you" you say, leaning back on his chest.

"it wasn't all that comfortable that's true. maybe you should repay me with, something else, hmm?"

"on it, sir"

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I would love more parts of Every Thing Has Changed! I loved it so so much, Carlos was just the sweetest and the angst was perfection 🥹❤️

hello!! I'm definitely planning to write more parts xoxo and im really glad you liked!! ❤️

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I wanna know what you guys think of something just like so far! And if you have any headcannons or ideas for y/n and Charles feel free to share them!!v

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The Four Times Anthony Realised He Loved You And The One Time He Confessed.

pairing | anthony bridgerton x reader

fandom | bridgerton

synopsis | exactly what is says in the title : ))

warnings | pining, lots of it, period typical misogyny, anthony himself is a warning ahah

Word count | 3.6 k

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Anthony Bridgerton was determined not to fall in love. In fact, he had decided that he would marry only for the business of providing an heir to the Bridgerton family. love would simply not be a factor he would consider. He was also a Rake, with a capital R.

But then you came along. and you had ruined everything for him.

You had walked into his life, a hurricane of smiles, laughter, sunshine and warmth. It was unfair, who had asked you to be this stunning? it was as though he could not tear his eyes away from you no matter where he was. He remembered the day his mother poked her head into his study while he checked over the finance ledger, with a soft, “oh my dear, y/n l/n will be staying with us for a few weeks while her parents visit some family abroad. It doesn’t seem right to let her stay in that big old house alone with no company”

Her words had barely registered in his head, and he had merely nodded, promising

to be there when you arrived later that day.

Eventually, the golden sun rays pouring in through his window told him he’d better go prepare for the arrival of this new woman, before his mother had his head. He was just in time, for a slightly breathless Hyacinth was just making her way up the stairs to his study, her done in two plaits down her back, saying excitedly, “brother! I think we have a princess coming to stay with us!” earning a laugh from him.

“I believe miss l/n is just another lady, sister. But come, let us go inspect for ourselves” he smiled, offering his hand to the girl with a dramatic flourish, earning a giggle from his sister.

But hyacinth was right, you looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. No wonder his sister had mistaken you for a princess. You looked as though you had emerged from one of fairy tales his mother used to read to Daphne, with your lips a soft shade of pink, eyes of captivating beauty, and your thick, long lashes. You were utterly captivating. He watched as you stepped out of your carriage, embracing his mother, curtsying softly before Benedict, who took your hand pressed a soft kiss to it. Snapping back to his senses, Anthony hurried down to where you stood, brushing a hand through his messy curls as he did. He paused before you, and when you looked up into his eyes, he felt a zap of electricity run through him, looking deep into your eyes. God, you really were stunning. With a soft rumble of “my lady” he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, missing the way your cheeks flushed and your heartbeat rose.

“Lord Bridgerton” you had murmured, bowing slightly before him, as he nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. Both of you missed the way Violet smiled knowingly, watching as you did not remove your hand from Anthony's grasp, and the way her eldest kept looking into your eyes.as she shared a look with Benedict, who was clearly concealing a grin. “Welcome to our home, my dear” Violet interjected, breaking the moment. “thank you, lady bridgerton. I am most thankful to you for having me” you smiled at her, having known her since you were very young. In fact, you had been rather close with Daphne while Anthony was away at Oxford, and still looked forward to your evenings with her. You were a little older than her, closer to Benedict in age.

Anthony’s eyes followed you as you walked up the stairs with his mother, your arm looped with hers.

Lord, he was in trouble.

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The first time he realised he felt something deeper than attraction for you was the very next day after your arrival. He had awoken to gleeful laughs and squeals from the garden below. Rolling over with a groan, he raised a hand to his face to shield his eyes from the bright sun. He left the bed with a slight sigh, and made his way over to the window.

There you were, in an orange dress that seemed to compliment you in the best of ways, playing a game of tag with hyacinth, Gregory, francesca and, to his surprise, Eloise. How you had managed to coax her into playing the game with you, he didn't know. But it was a welcome sight. He watched as you grabbed Eloise by the waist, earning a squeal of laughter from her as you tickled her side. He felt his heart beat faster, as he focused on your lips, watching as you threw your head back and laughed, a true, deep laugh. Had anyone else seen you, they would have called it

unladylike. But he found it utterly beautiful. The thumping in his chest grew louder as he watched you twirl around with his younger sister, hair fanning out around your shoulders.

He felt an odd sense of peace, watching you bond with his siblings. His lips curled into a warm smile. In the last 24 hours, he had smiled more than he had in the entire week. And the cause of it seemed to be none other than you. The peaceful moment was interrupted by a shrill squeal of his name from Gregory, who had suddenly spotted him leaning over his balcony. “Come and join us!” the little boy cried, unfiltered happiness present in his eyes. “I’m quite alright up here, gregory. Besides, I have to get to work in a while, and I must get dressed” he replied, feeling regret seeping through in his tone.

It was those words that caught your attention. You looked up, cheeks flushing upon the sight of the viscount, dressed merely in his undershirt and night pants, hair tousled in the best way possible, sleep and happiness present in his eyes. Oh how you longed to run your fingers through his locks. It seemed unfair to you that he was such a handsome man. A handsome man you couldn’t have, you thought remorsefully.

“Good morning lord bridgerton” you smiled up at him, watching as he returned your smile. “Good morning, lady y/n, i hope you had a good night’s sleep before my siblings aroused you for a game?” he asked, eyes twinkling when you responded with a soft laugh. “Very well my lord. And it was actually me who aroused eloise, francesca and hyacinth came to wake me for a cup of tea i couldn’t refuse” you responded, feeling butterflies flutter in your tummy when he seemed to gaze at you with pure adoration. Putting it down to the tricks of the sunlight and morning air, you offered him another soft smile.

“Come now, let us not keep your brother from his duties any longer” you said, turning to the younger bridgertons, who resumed their game, this time a game of ball.

You missed the way Anthony’s eyes followed you for the following few minutes, not wanting to look away from you, wanting to register every detail.

Anthony missed the way your eyes travelled to the balcony after he turned, watching the wind gently ruffle his curls.

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The second time was a few days later, when you accompanied Violet, Benedict, Colin and Anthony for a spot of shopping, and a walk around the park. His eyes watched you with fondness as you teased Colin about something, and he smirked at his brother’s poor retorts to your witty comments. Your arm was linked with his

mother’s who kept looking between you and her son, discreetly of course. He was so lost in his thoughts of you, he nearly tripped, to be steadied by benedict, who caught him by the elbow.

“Steady there brother!” he called, watching as Anthony brushed his coat, cheeks flushing softly. “Right, my apologies, I seemed to have missed that rock” he replied, ignoring the mischievous grin spreading across his brother’s face. “Careful, do not take falling in love quite seriously anthony” he smirked, watching as his usually composed brother sputtered like a fish out of water. “In love? Do not talk such nonsense brother” he replied, hoping to avoid the subject. “Do not take me for a fool. I see the way you look at y/n. anyone can see quite clearly that you love her. Why don’t you try talking to her?” Benedict suggested, looking up to where you and his mother were enjoying a glass of lemonade.

“Because she deserves better than me” anthony said, the dejected note coming into his tone, making the second eldest bridgerton stop short. “Better than you?Brother, you are Viscount Bridgerton. You are aware that mamas all over the Ton practically command their daughters to try and gain your courtship?” he smirked, reaching out to pat his brother’s shoulder, earning a smirk from his brother. “You know what i mean” he said, looking down at his shoes. “I do not, actually. I think you are so terrified of love, you don't want to give it a chance. Utterly foolish, as papa would have said. At Least spend some time with her, she is truly wonderful”

Leaving Anthony to his thoughts, he walked ahead. In front of the two eldest bridgertons, Violet had her own plans to get her son to spend time with the woman he was obviously in love with. Pausing, she pressed a hand to Colin's shoulder. “My dear, I forgot, how silly of me, I promised lady Danbury that I would join her for a cup of tea along with you and benedict! Come, if we hurry, we should be able to make it” she said, before turning to you. “My dear y/n, I apologise. But I see no reason as to why you and Anthony can’t enjoy a nice walk in the park. I shall send the carriage back for you after we are dropped at lady danbury’s” and with a motherly smile in your direction, she called out to her eldest.

“Anthony, I must rush to lady danbury’s with your brothers. Why don’t you and y/n spend some time here, feed the ducks, enjoy some lemonade, and I will send the carriage back for you” she said, watching as her son’s cheeks coloured a soft red.

“I could accompany you mama” he suggested weakly, knowing his mother had already made up her mind. “There is no need, benedict and colin will be accompanying me” she smiled back knowingly, before turning to give you a soft hug, and heading off to the carriage.

Gulping, Anthony turned to you, watching as you fiddled with your fingers nervously. “Would you like to feed the ducks miss y/n?” he asked softly. “I would like that, yes, and please, call me y/n” you smiled back, feeling your heart hammering in your

chest. “In that case, I insist that you call me Anthony,” he said, feeling his own stomach doing somersaults. “But you are a viscount, my lord. It would be highly out of pace for me to address you by your name only” you said, shocked.

“If i am to address you as just y/n, it seems only fitting that you call me anthony” he pushed on, watching as you shook your head with a soft smile. “Alright then, Anthony, shall we go find some ducks to feed?” you replied, tasting every syllable slowly, trying to ignore the way it made you feel almost lightheaded and giddy. You had never felt this way around anyone before. What was it about him that made you feel this nervous and this happy at the same time? Was it that lopsided grin? Or the messy hair, that no matter how many times he fixed it, ended up back up messy. Was it the way he was so caring towards his younger siblings? Or just that he had devilishly handsome, yet kind eyes? You just didn't know.

“We shall” he smiled back, offering you his arm, inhaling sharply when the soft skin of your arm brushed his. He looked down to where your arms were linked.

He could get used to this.

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Later that week, Anthony was rushing through the halls of the Bridgerton home, trying to find his blue silk cravat for yet another ball he had to attend. Honestly, he hated going to balls. Mamas, all desperate to see their daughters wedded to the one and only viscount bridgerton, crowding him and forcing their daughters onto him. He repressed a shudder at the thought.

He was so lost in thinking of ways to escape these lecherous old ladies, he completely missed your door opening and your form emerging from within. Which of course meant, he collided right into you as he passed.

With a shocked gasp, your hands clutched onto his shoulders, while his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist to steady the both of you. His knee had ended up between your thighs, and your leg was pressed up against his inner thigh. Breathing rapidly, you tried to catch your breath.

“I am so, so sorry y/n, i did not see you open your door” anthony stuttered out, taking in the heaving of your chest and the faint heat radiating from your body. He could smell the scent of your perfume, frangipani and was it vanilla? He inhaled deeply, trying to be discreet, feeling your scent cloud his senses. You smelled like a piece of heaven, and he did not want to let go.

You found yourself in a similar dilemma. Anthony’s arms felt so strong and comfortable, wrapped around your body, and you didn't want him to let go. He smelt of cedar and oak, or was it a slightly musky note? You inhaled the scent of him,

feeling the butterflies in your tummy go into overdrive. Oh god, he smelt and felt so good. You didn’t want to move, wanting to be in his embrace forever.

But of course, all good things must come to an end, and your moment was disrupted by a surprised gasp of “oh!” from none other than eloise bridgerton. You jumped back at once, already missing the feeling of Anthony's arms around you. You shivered, and yet you felt warm. Were you falling ill?

“Ah, eloise! I didn’t see Miss y/n emerge from her room, and I ended up walking into her ``Anthony rushed to cover, trying to hide the slight shake of his hands as he pushed back as well, chest rising and falling. “That’s quite alright brother, i did not ask for an explanation” she smirked, making you blush. It seemed as though the only people oblivious to the longing stares you sent each other, or the way you both seemed to light up when the other one would enter the room, was, well, you two.

Anthony longed to have you back in his arms. But how could he?

You longed to feel him wrapped around you again. But how could you?

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The ball was immensely boring. Ladies dressed in their ridiculous best, men trying to woo women half their age, and giggling frivolous ladies who all had their eyes set on one man : Anthony Bridgerton.

Unfortunately for them, he had his eyes set on one person : you.

You looked breathtaking. Well, you always did, but especially so today. You were dressed in a lilac gown that seemed to compliment you perfectly. Your hair was up, but a few tendrils peeked through, sending Anthony's heart into overdrive. His eyes were trained on you the entire night, watching as you shared a dance with his brother, smiling as he twirled you around, and then as you stood with his siblings near the refreshments, ranking the ridiculousness of the gowns the mamas had on.

He watched as you whispered something to eloise that made her snort in a most unladylike manner, hiding your own smirk with your glass of lemonade. The one and only notorious Lord Brookbanks made his way over to where you stood, making his chest tighten, and a muscle in his jaw tick. He did not particularly hold lord brookbanks in high regard, or any regard at all. He watched as he strutted over to you, taking your hand and kissing it for far longer than necessary.

He watched the shudder that passed through you, and the way your eyes seemed to lose some of their sparkle. He felt a surge of something rush through his veins. Protectiveness, and yes, he would admit, twinges of jealousy. Lord brookbanks had no right, dancing with you, making you uncomfortable

Feeling a slight surge of panic as he bent dangerously low towards your ear, and his hand travelled to the small of your back, you looked around desperately for a rescue, when your eyes met Anthony's. At once, a slight electric wave passed through you, as you tried to communicate through your eyes. Please help me, your eyes called out to him, and much to your relief, he obliged, setting his glass down, and moving through the crowd with purpose, ignoring the silly giggles he encountered.

“Lord brookbanks, i believe miss y/n owes me a dance” his low rumble started you, and you felt him move behind you. “Ah lord bridgerton. Well, it would seem as though our dance is over, unless you would like to dance again, hmm?” he asked, leering at you, eyes tracing your corset, and how your breasts pressed up against them. “She would not. It's my turn to dance with her, Brookbanks, and I fully intend to do it justice” he continued, placing a reassuring hand on your back.

You let out an audible sigh of relief as he moved away, letting Anthony take your gloved hand in his, the other set softly on your waist. It was so different to your other dance partners that evening, so soft, and caring, it made you blush.

“Thank you Anthony, I was beginning to think I was doomed,” you said, earning a warm smile from him. “Doomed? Never if im around” he whispered, and the sudden adoration in his eyes made you feel weak. He guided the both of you around the ballroom, spinning you out and pulling you in, so that your back was pressed against his front, and his breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck. He spun you again, dipping you, before drawing you back to him once again.

Every single eye in the ballroom was on the two of you. To everyone, it seemed clear.

Viscount Bridgerton was in love.

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The day after the ball was confusing for you. Anthony seemed to be ignoring you entirely, disappearing into rooms when you approached. You gained sympathetic looks from violet and eloise, and sad smiles from benedict and colin.

By evening, you were infuriated. How dare he?! How dare he make you feel that breathless and relaxed, that safe and comfortable and happy, only to completely ignore you the next day?! You would not have it.

Storming into his study, you watched as his startled orbs looked into your fury filled ones. “Alright, viscount bridgerton, what exactly are you upto? Do you think of this as a game? Where you make me feel so content and happy, only to pretend as though i do not exist the next day? I am not a toy, my lord, and i for one-”

You were cut short by warm lips pressing to yours harshly, and you stumbled back, hands finding home in Anthony's hair, as his settled on your waist once again, scrunching the blue, silky material in his hands, as he poured all his passion into the kiss. The eventual need for oxygen had the both of you pulling away, your eyes still closed, as Anthony took the opportunity to press soft open mouthed kisses to your lips in quick succession. Your chest heaved and legs trembled, but your heart felt as though it would explode.

“I love you” he murmured, leaning his head down to meet your forehead. “You love me?” you asked, surprised, watching as he nodded. “With my body and soul, y/n, and if you give me the chance i will spend everyday proving it to you” he said, and much to your surprise, he sunk down to one knee, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

“I have loved you since you stepped foot into our house. I will love you for all eternity if you would have me” he continued, sincerity and love dripping from his every word.

“Yes” you whispered, breathless once again, “yes, i will marry you anthony!” you said, and he scooped you up into his arms, laughing as you giggled. He set you down once again, his lips pressing to yours again.

“You are my everything, my love. You are the sunlight in the garden of my life, and my starlight in the darkness. I adore you, truly. I burn to feel you every moment of my life”

a/n - ah, another bridgerton piece! i hope you enjoyed it, and as always, comments, feedback, etc are always appreciated! also i struggled with google docs for an hour and my fonts still got messed up and i just couldn't be bothered anymore. ♥︎

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imthebadguyyy · 2 years

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Thanks a lot for writing "We're meant to be*. Can you write a fic ( Lewis x Reader(f) ) where Lewis and reader had a great relationship and then they broke up because Lewis realised he was being too vulnerable. And then he made her think that he wasn't interested in her by saying he still likes Nicole (his ex). Then reader moved on, realised she didn't have to stop living because of the break up. She started valuing her normal life and the people in it. She didn't like the glamour of Lewis' life. But she loved him despite it, because she simply couldn't bring herself to hate him, or forget about him. But she didn't tell him. She could never. Lewis didn't realise that he loved her (reader) too. He didn't want to be vulnerable. But then, he saw her. With him. A perfectly normal guy. Did she move on? He knew she loved him, did she still love him? He didn't care she was dating someone. He was "The Lewis Hamilton", he could have anything and everything he wanted. And he wanted her back. He wanted to reinforce and remind her that she loved only him, even if she denied it. He was jealous of the normal guy for getting to be around her (reader). But little did he know she was with that guy just to see for herself if she could move on. Which she clearly didn't. So, this story should involve everything from Lewis getting jealous, reinforcing that reader loves only him and they can't deny it. Lewis meeting reader and the normal guy at a race, winning it to show who's boss. Wanting to get reader back by dancing with her at the after party which the normal guy conveniently couldn't attend. And then finally admitting that he has fallen for her (reader). Winning her back in style because both of them can't resist each other. And all this time Reader is trying her best not to fall for Lewis over again. Requesting Fluff, angst, jealousy, fights, Emotional drama, Explicit (a little), Flirting, Unlimited eye contact, meaningful silences, grabbing, Lewis knocking on her door in the middle of the night drunk lmao. Make multiple parts if you can. This is specific, I'm sorry, can't help it, do take your time, I know you'll do justice to this. Thank you for making me feel safe to actually send this specific and long ask.💛😌

i may have teared up a tiny bit while reading this, i hope i can do it justice.

The 1

part one

pairing - lewis hamilton x reader

fandom - f1

summary - two halves collide, break apart, only to collide again.

warnings - jealousy, angst, pining, heartbreak

a/n - . im so, so sorry about the delay, but thank you so much for being so patient and giving me my time to bring your idea to life, and for letting my creative juices take their time to flow, thank you so much ♥︎ i really hope you like it, and I'm so glad you feel comfortable enough to send asks ♥︎

sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to. sometimes they break apart, into a billion tiny pieces, and no matter how hard you try, no matter how much glue you use, you just can't glue it back together. trying to stabilize an unstable relationship is like trying to walk on a tightrope, knowing one end is too loose and you will fall, down into the deep abyss, never to climb out of it again.

that's what your relationship with lewis was like, like having a sharp shard of glass cutting into your side, making you bleed out, slowly but surely, staining your clothes and your body a dark, unwashable red. it wasn't always like this. you had loved each other, so, so much. you had lived together, cared for each other, been a piece of each other's souls.

but then it changed. it started with little things, like you leaning in to kiss him when you were out with his friends, but he drew back slightly, squeezing your thigh telling you to stop. he would explain, "we were in public, didn't want pap pics" and you'd nod, secretly hating the paps for taking away your right to kiss your boyfriend when you wanted to. or you'd be cooking in the house, dancing around to some music, and when you'd go to pull him in, he'd back away, murmuring something about having some work.

you ignored it in the beginning. everyone needs their space, right? so you assumed he did too. but then, the little distances became larger. he'd go to race weekends, responding to your texts with a mere 'thanks'. he'd prefer to spend his free time with his friends, and to your slight discomfort, his ex-girlfriends or flings,

although you tried not to let it bother you, it did bother you, creeping in your mind, filling you with doubt. maybe it was because he declined your calls when he was with them, or because their stories always showed him dancing and having a good time, face lit up in the same smile you used to bring to his face. and god did it hurt, to see him so happy without you.

did he still love you? was he better of without you? or were you better off without him?

the answer came to you on a monday evening, as you sat at the table, a plate of pasta untouched in front of you. it was nearly 11 pm at night, five hours past the time lewis told you that he'd be home. you had rushed home from work, taking out your favourite wine and cooking his favourite pasta dish. but here you were, the bowl of food long gone cold, your own plate begging for your attention. the wine bottle was half empty, and you were just tired.

the sound of the front door opening snapped you out of your hazy state, mind slightly clouded as you registered the person who had walked in through the door.

you watched as he pulled off his jacket and shoes, walking into the bathroom to wash his hands.

you were furious.

standing up, you stormed over to him, "i was waiting for you to come back home to eat dinner together" you fired at him, voice raising as you did. "i already ate" was his reply, making your blood boil even further. "you couldn't keep your promise or even pick up the damn phone to tell me that you already ate?" you hissed at him, eyes narrowing sharply.

"i forgot" lewis mumbled, not meeting your gaze.

"what, you just forgot about your girlfriend? why am i not surprised? you seem to be forgetting me a lot lately" you snapped back, almost shouting at him, feeling hot tears prick the corners of your eyes at his blatant ignorance. "look, i'm sorry, why don't you just heat up your food?" he said, watching as your hands reached up to tug at your own hair in frustration.

"god, that's not my point!! my point is why the hell have i become so unimportant to you?! you don't kiss me goodbye in the morning, you don't kiss me when you come home, you never hug me anymore, and it takes a miracle to get you to look at me, you still aren't, look at me for fuck's sake!" you finally shouted at him, noticing the shock in his eyes when you yelled the final sentence.

he finally raised his eyes to look at you, and after the little flicker of shock in them, you could see the flicker of hurt in them as well.

"why are you yelling?" he asked, triggering you further.

"did you not hear what i just said? you're ignoring me, you're spending more and more time with your friends, and your exes than me lewis, how do you think that makes me feel, have you ever stopped to consider that, or do i just mean nothing to you?!" you continued, finally letting every little bit of anger, hurt, rage, and sadness rip out of you. you could feel the tears finally break free, running down the swell of your cheeks, blurring your vision slightly, making you furiously wipe them away.

"god, don't get all emotional, its nothing" he replied, feeling the guilt bloom in his stomach as he did. that did it for you, pushing you past your breaking point.

shaking slightly, you looked up at him, pointing the door with a shaky hand. "get out. get out of my house right, the hell, now" you accentuate every word, teeth nearly gritting together as you spoke, so blinded by rage you could barely talk. "what do you mean, 'get out'?" lewis asked, stunned by your actions.

"i mean get the hell out of my house, out of my life, out of my heart, out of my soul. pick up your things and leave because i can't love you anymore, i just can't!" you yelled, sinking down to your knees.

too shocked to actually argue back, he did just that, picking up his things and walking out the door without a single look back.

still on the floor, you let a sob rip from your throat. he'd gone.

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lewis didn't know what was happening to him. he'd been in relationships before, but none of them had felt like this. none of them had made him feel this warm, this safe, this loved. and it scared him. he was a racer, his life was fast-paced and quick, but when he was with you, time seemed to slow, and his emotions were ten times stronger.

he found himself thinking of you all the time, constantly scrolling through pictures of you on his phone when he was bored in meetings, or smiling half to himself when he replayed the memories of your sweet laugh in his mind on a race week. he carried a tiny bottle of the perfume that you used, spraying it on his pillow when he was away in hotel rooms, to replicate a sense of home.

but why was his sense of home you? why were you constantly on his mind? why were you so breathlessly gorgeous and intoxicating?

he didn't even know what made him push you away. when you leaned in for kisses in public or with his friends, his heart would beat so fast he was sure he was having palpitations. he knew that if he did kiss you, he wouldn't want to break away from your soft, plump lips, that he'd want to stay there forever, so he brushed it off, saying he didn't want paps invading his privacy. when you leaned in for hugs when he was getting ready for work or meetings, he didn't want to wrap his arms around you because he knew he'd never want to actually let go of you. when he'd see you dancing in the kitchen to red eye or riptide or cherry wine, he'd smile and feel that familiar sense of home envelop him, but when you'd want to pull him in, he'd back away because he knew he wouldn't want to leave.

so he distanced himself from you, trying to figure out what was happening to him. he tried to distract himself by hanging out with friends, but even then you were constantly on his mind. so his friends would simply take his phone away from him, hiding it away till he was ready to leave. the alcohol he would consume had him bopping to the beat of the music, not even noticing who was around him.

the night he promised you that he'd be home for dinner, he'd met up with an old friend and a fling, and after dinner, he'd finally figured out what was happening: he was madly in love with you

that was it, he wanted a family with you, to marry you, to wake up with you by his side forever and ever. and that's when he decided to do it.

of course, he didn't get the chance, and it wasn't until he saw how much he had hurt you, how much anger, frustration, and sadness you had kept deep inside your heart. you blew up at him, calling out all his bullshit, and before he could say what he really wanted to say, he said nothing at all.

and before he knew it, you were kicking him out of the house, and that's how he ended up here, alone, on the pavement, just as the wind began to pick up. shaking himself out of the shock he had just experienced, he forced his legs to move, making his way to his own apartment, getting out his telescope, deciding to stargaze to distract himself.

"well, Saturn," he mumbled to himself, "you know a lot about rings," he continued, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a black box, "what should i do about this one?"

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a/n - thank you for reading, i really hope this was what you wanted ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟas always, feedback and comments are always appreciated!!

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imthebadguyyy · 2 years

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Christmas

(not my gif)

pairing - one direction x reader (sixth member!platonic!reader)

fandom - one direction

summary - headcanons for preparing for christmas with your boys ❤️

a/n - this is kinda late, but i lowkey forgot to post it on 25th so here you go!!

when it came to christmas planning, you and harry always took the lead, but only after liam was allowed to go over your plans

going to pick a tree together was so much fun, but oh so chaotic because you all wanted different trees

all of you finally deciding to let zayn pick the tree you were going to put up because he was the most willing to give up the tree he wanted our sweet boii

liam and harry draped the lights around the tree, while you, niall, louis, and zayn decorated it with the baubles

you had a little freak out moment when a giant bee zoomed out of one of the branches, making you jump into niall's arms, causing him to fall over into louis, who crashed into zayn, who crashed into harry

all of you groaning and scrambling on the floor until liam, shaking his head at the messes you were, shooed the bee out and also snapped a quick photo for the band Instagram

finally getting the tree decorated after two hours of squabbling, laughing, making a mess, and singing christmas songs at the top of your lungs

the boys mutually agreeing that you should put the star on top of the tree, and harry even hoisted you up on his shoulders so you could reach the very top all while zayn hopped around the both of you like a worried chicken

all of you admiring your decorating skills, not only on the tree, but around the house as well

you and harry baking a ginormous amount of cookies together, while a well-meaning niall hovered around you two, sneaking in little tastes of the dough when you weren't looking

you eventually finding out when a suspicious amount of dough went missing from your bowl of sugar cookie bowl, gasping dramatically and rapping him gently on his knuckles

the six of you having a gingerbread house decorating competition!

zayn's being the prettiest and the most artistic, while louis' was the most... creative to say the least

lets be honest, zayn won by a mile but was too modest to say so until you declare him the winner

you and niall teamed up to decorate yours, but failing miserably when the walls of your house fell apart and the pretty little stars you had drawn on melted into little puddles of icing

you felt so sad that zayn decorated another house just for you!! 🥺

staying up with louis and liam till midnight to wrap all your presents

the three of you falling asleep in front of the fire, only to be covered with a sleeping blanket later by a very concerned niall

you guys' began your christmas movie marathon somewhere around the first of December, going through the grinch, elf, sleepless in Seattle, the christmas chronicles and the nutcracker before the 25th

speaking of which, harry bought you all tickets to watch the musical nutcracker!

cuddling together on the couch on cold evenings, usually ending up with you falling asleep with your head on louis' shoulder and feet in niall's lap

niall buying your presents somewhere in October, trying his best to wrap them as well as he could 🥺

you buying harry a set of pastel nail polishes, and also a beautiful set of rings he could wear everywhere

you also bought him a pack of colourful hair ties for his curls, all customized with his initials

it was his favourite present and always had one on his wrist after that

you getting louis a stuffed avocado toy as a joke

him lowkey loving it

actually getting him a beautiful pair of sunglasses and an electric guitar from fender

you buying liam his favourite cologne, but also writing him a letter

the contents of the letter remained private, but he cried and gave you such a tight hug you nearly choked

you buying zayn a stunning watch with z.m engraved on the back, and a little bradford bad boy engraved in mini letters

he blushed but absolutely adored it

niall received a brand new guitar from you, and also a set o golf clubs, again with his initals engraved on them

he was so excited he dragged you out for a game of golf asap

all of you singing last christmas at the top of your lungs, trying your hardest to sing in your worst voices

you guys crashing on a sugar high after eating way too many quality street chocolates and gingerbread cookies

throwing louis a birthday party on the 24th!

him loving it

you guys actually baking him the cake together, decorating it together

he was so taken aback he teared up

niall slipping into your bedroom on christmas eve, wanting to cuddle with you

harry sneaking in after him, cuddling up to your tummy

louis being the next, letting your head rest on his chest

liam being next, resting his head on your legs, after shoving harry's long legs away for the hundredth time

zayn creeping in last, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before squeezing in next to niall

all of you just loving christmas, especially together 🥺❤️

a/n - haven't done a sixth member fic in so long, i hope you enjoy it! thank you for reading lovelies, as always, feedback and comments are always appreciated !! ❤︎

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imthebadguyyy · 2 years

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Fix You

Pairing - Sebastian Vettel x Reader (set in any season where he's in ferrari, the choice is yours lovelies)

Fandom - F1

Summary - lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and i will try to fix you

a/n - imo, ferrari could have treated him better. y'all don't have to agree but i just think he deserved much much more : (( Also i made the mistake of binge listening to coldplay at midnight so here you go

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

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To say Sebastian missed you was an understatement. The season was hard, and sometimes the team was frustrating to work with. The grand prix weekend had not gone to plan, with him having to retire because of engine failure, and he had scored no points, extending mercedes' advantage over them in the championship.

Fighting back the urge to simply fall asleep in the car that was driving him back to his hotel, he let his tired eyes shut behind his sunglasses for a second, murmuring a soft "only five minutes" to britta, who nodded, knowing full well that he'd fall asleep in the time that they'd reach the hotel.

The car sped down the streets, reaching his designated hotel in half an hour. Parking at the back door so sebastian wouldn't have to deal with the fans gathering at the front, britta roused him, and he made his way to his room, trying to disappear into the soft material of his hoodie, glad he had shed his overbright red team hoodie for the soft gray one you had gifted him, just because.

He missed having you around. He missed how you could make him forget how bad some days could get with a few words and a tight hug. Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over him, he dragged himself to his room, the warm, dimly lit room welcoming him in a warm hug, as he dropped his duffel on the floor, too tired to bother putting it away properly.

He let the cold water from the tap clean his tired face, shedding his shoes before clambering onto the soft hotel bed, making up his mind to shower later, too tired to take a bath.

Letting the blankets warm him instead of your embrace, his eyes closed again, breathing evening out as he let himself let go of the overbearing exhaustion looming over him.

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"Engine, engine, there's something wrong"

the moment you had heard seb's voice over the radio, hearing the frustration in his voice broke your heart, watching as he got out of the car, taking in the dejected hang of his head, and his slow walk, telling you all that you needed to know : he was tired.

Making up your mind in that very moment, you booked the first flight, throwing some clothes and necessities into a small suitcase, sending britta a quick text to tell her you were going to be there in a matter of hours. She sent you a quick text in reply, he doesn't look too good, the words crushing into you, making it hard to hold in your tears.

Sighing in relief as you got into the taxi, you reached out for your phone, 7:47 pm. That usually meant you sitting at home, a dinner plate in your hands, as you talked to seb wherever he was in the world. Fiddling with your wedding band, you couldn't help but smile softly, anticipating the moment when you'd see him again.

☾⑁✧✡︎♡

Walking into the hotel, you walked up to the lobby, face hidden by a pair of sunglasses, not wanting to recognized by anyone.

"miss roeske left a key card for me here?" you asked the lady softly, smiling back at her when she smiled at you, handing you the card.

trudging into the elevator, you took a deep breath, unconsciously fiddling with your ring again, until the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, snapping you out of your train of thought.

walking down the corridor till you reached sebastian's suite, you swiped the card gently, walking in as quietly as you could.

you were greeted with the sight of your sleeping husband, body strewn across the bed horizontally, hair a rumpled mess.

gently, you slipped into the bathroom, washing your hands and removing your shoes.

quitely making your way over to the bed, you leaned down, gently stroking his hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

with a soft groan, he turned, tired eyes blinking as you came into focus. for a second, he thought his exhaustion had made him loopy, as he groggily let his hand graze your cheek, gasping when his fingers brushed against your soft skin, sitting up straight and pulling you into him in a warm embrace.

"I can't believe you're here," he muttered, inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume, instantly being transported to his happy place, his safe place. when he finally loosens his grip and pulls back a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he rests his against yours.

"of course i'm here my love" you replied, hands tracing a soft pattern in his shoulder, moving upwards to caress his face, his familiar blue orbs gazing into yours, your thumb gently stroking his cheekbone, fingers fondling his jaw.

dipping his head down the slightest bit, he let his lip ghost over yours before capturing your lips in a soft, need filled kiss. they told you everything you needed to know, how upset he was with himself, how frustrated he was feeling, how happy he was to have you there, how he was trying to be brought down from the wave of sadness and anger he had been feeling at himself, by reminding himself that you loved him, no matter what, trying to get out of his head if only for a little while

"thank you meine liebe, für alles"

"for what love?"

"for coming here, for being you. i don't know you, i just love you" he replied, head burying in your neck, sighing softly. "i love you too" you whispered, fingers gently rubbing his back.

Tears stream down your face, and I Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

you stayed in that position for a while, until you became aware of something wet sliding down against your neck, gasping softly when you realized what it was : seb was crying.

"oh, seb, what's wrong? talk to me love" you shispered softly, moving so you were straddling him, softly scratching his neck, lips pressing against his forehead.

“i, i'm scared.”

“Why?” your voice was barely above a whisper but you know he’s heard you, from the way he grips you a little tighter, eyes squeezing shut, head moving even further into your neck, shutting away the rest of the world.

He stays quiet a little longer and so do you, not wanting to push him, knowing he would eventually open up.

when he begins to speak, his voice is somewhat rough and full of emotion and you forced yourself to stay strong for him.

"I don’t know if I can do this anymore."

the sentence breaks your heart, the shards ripping into you, shock filling your body at what sebastian vettel, a 4 time world champion, one of the best drivers of all time had just confessed to you.

“I'm getting older, and there's so many young, talented drivers that deserve a chance. i''m taking up a seat and just, maybe it’s time to-” his voice breaks again, eyes filling again, as you press your lips to his again, the salty taste odd and unusual. “I’m not worthy of this battle, we're losing. badly. redbull's catching up, mercedes is slipping away, and i just, fuck, i feel like I’m wasting everyone’s time here, and in the team"

"darling, that's the biggest load of bullshit i have ever head, and we live next to a bloody farm" you mumbled, feeling him smile softly against your lips.

"you're one of the best there ever were, a 4 time champion, a record breaker and maker, a person everyone looks up to because you're you. you're a beast on the track, the kindest person off track. i'm so proud of you, your team is so proud of you. look at who you've inspired, little kids who think 'i wanna be like sebastian!' i love you, millions of fans love you, im pretty sure entire germany loves you" you continued, feeling his breathing slow down and even out.

He smiles again, pulling away from you to look at you properly. His hands find their way into your hair, pulling you into him, forehead resting against yours, as he whispered a soft "i love you mein schatz. i can't tell you how grateful i am to have you with me" he whispers, tugging at your heartstrings.

gently, you take his hands into your own, and make him wrap his arms around you, before you mould into one, and hug him till you're sure your joints are going to sound like someone popping a sheet of bubble wrap.

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after a long, slow bath in the tub together, you found yourself curled up in bed with sebastian, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as the big bang theory played in the background, the room service plates in a neat pile on the desk in the corner.

you knew that he was feeling better, that he was going to give his 110% in the next race, to close the gap to mercedes.

"ich liebe dich schatz" he said suddenly, pulling your chin up so he could look right into your eyes.

"i love you too, my love"

gently cuddling into each other again, you watched as his eyes fluttered shut, the exhaustion from his day finally catching up to him, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist, head resting against your chest. you were home.

he was home.

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a/n - this is what listening to coldplay at midnight does to you ✨ i finally wrote one for seb, and yes its not a ferrari pic but i fell in love with it so 😌 thank you so much for reading, and as always, feedback and comments are always appreicated!

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imthebadguyyy · 2 years

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Movie Night Cuddles

Pairing - Mick Schumacher x Reader (fem!singer!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary- its in the title really 🤍

Warnings - tooth rotting fluff really

Getting to spend time with your boyfriend was a rare occurrence indeed, because he was a F1 driver, and that meant he was traveling half the time, and training for the other half. So when summer break came along, he leapt at the opportunity to spend some time with your family, since you had spent Christmas with his.

That's how he ended up here, cuddling on a beanbag in your parents house, you settled comfortably on his lap, the new disney movie Luca playing on the big screen in the theater room you had designed for your parents.

Sitting behind him on the couch were your little nieces and nephew, a massive bowl of popcorn on their little toy table, all enthralled by the characters on the screen, the occassional cries of "look auntie y/n!! they're super cute but scary monsters!" or "ooh, can we eat that green pasta too?" or the general little comments of excitement that had the both of you chuckling to yourselves.

Smiling softly to yourself, you couldn't help the wide smile breaking across your face as mick conversed with your little nieces and nephew, promising them that he'd cook some of the tasty green pasta for them (you had snorted at that, earning a reproachful look from mick as he faked intense sadness at your scorn at his cooking)

Considering how energetic the little ones could be, it was a wonder they were still watching the movie peacefully. Your sister and brother in law were out for the night with your parents, leaving you and your excellent-at-handling-kids boyfriend to babysit them.

So far, there had been no emergencies and it was surprisingly smooth going.

Leaning forward to press a kiss to your head, mick leaned down to whisper in your ear, "think we've tired them out yet?"

Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw the youngest of the lot trying to put popcorn in her older sister's hair, who was so intrigued by the movie she hadn't noticed her little sister's shenanigans.

With a yelp, you jumped up from your spot, grabbing the bowl of popcorn away from her mischievous little hands, trying your hardest not to melt at the cheeky grin on her face.

"No no no, baby, we don't put popcorn in other people's hair" you scolded softly, stroking her hair as you spoke. "no no no" was her sweet reply, shaking her head the same way you did, making you mentally awe at the sight.

"Why were you trying to put popcorn in her hair?" Mick asked from his spot, turning around with an amused smile on his face, laughing when the little girl giggled and buried her face in your hair.

"Ssshhh we're trying to watch a movie!" your nephew exclaimed, pouting slightly at the disruption.

"Sorry bud, we'll quiet down now" mick replied, reaching up to softly ruffle his curls.

Smiling quietly to yourself you couldn't help but melt at how mick handled your nephew. He was so kind and gentle, with everyone he met, and you couldn't help but feel so lucky to have someone as caring and loving as him in your life.

Moving back to return to your cuddling, you gently set your little niece down, only for her to whine and cling to you even harder. "No!" she said adamantly, little fingers tightening their grip on your shirt, burying her head in your chest.

Laughing softly, you carried her to the beanbag, moving back to your original place on mick's lap, closing your eyes softly when he ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before securing his arms tightly around the both of you.

When she began to snuggle into you even deeper, hand moving to clutch at your hair, you could tell in a few minutes she would be out like a light. Mick seemed to notice too, quitely leaning over to grab her 'blankie' and her stuffed dinosaur, gently wrapping the blanket around her little form.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek, and your heart seemed to melt into a little puddle on the floor when she, in her half asleep daze, reached for him around you.

Settling into a comfortable position that ensured the both of you had mick, you hummed her favourite song softly, rocking forwards and backwards slowly, as her breathing eventually evened out and slowed slightly, eyes shut and a little smile on her lips.

"We should make on of these" mick whispered in your ear, smiling softly at you.

"you want to have a baby hmm?" you smirked back softly, tilting your chin upwards to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

"Yep" he replied, mumbling against your lips, making sure not to wake up the sleeping toddler.

"Eww gross!" Your nephew shouted from behind you, making the two of you break apart.

"Ssh, baby, and whats gross?" you asked, checking to make sure she was still asleep.

"Kissing!" was his childish reply, as you feigned shock at his reply, while mick laughed and shook his head softly.

"Kissing is not gross bud" he explained softly. "I kiss you aunty to show her i love her, and there's nothing gross about loving someone is there? i'm sure your mommy gives you and your sister kisses too, those aren't gross aren't they?" he continued, watching his reaction softly.

"Thats not gross, i love goodnight kisses!" the older girl piped up, finally tearing her eyes away from the movie

"hey, i love them too!" your nephew chirped up, "more than you like them!" he said, sticking his tongue out at his sister.

Before any tantrums could be thrown, mick scooped up the little girl on your lap, gently, so as to not wake her. Winking softly at you, he mouthed a "your turn" in your direction, earning a playful glare from you.

"Alright kids, you can both love goodnight kisses just as much as the other" you said patiently, turning off the movie and gathering up the snack bowls in your hands.

"Now if the both of you brush your teeth and get into bed in 10 minutes, i'll come and read you a story" you concluded

"will you give us kisses too?" was their chorused reply, making you giggle softly.

"yes, darling, i will give you kisses"

"can uncle mick come too?" your nephew asked softly, looking at your boyfriend, who had just come back from tucking in the little toddler, earning a soft laugh from the man.

"of course i will, now go and brush those teeth and we'll be there in a minute" he said, reaching down to ruffle his hair, moving back to wrap his arms around your waist as the pair of them chattered off to the bathroom

"maybe we should have some babies" you whispered softly.

"yes we should, not right now, but a little late for sure" he mumbled, resting his chin on the top of your head, smiling as you nodded in agreement

"i love you" you mumbled softly, tilting your head back to kiss him again.

"i love you too, meine liebe"

a/n - comments and feedback are always appreciated, and i hope you liked it!! special thanks to @e16leclerc for helping me with this, thank you hun 🤍

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imthebadguyyy · 2 years

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Partition

(Ooh look, another lewis smut fic)

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - the one where you can't keep your hands to yourself in the back of your car.

Warnings - smut, dirty talk, horny hours, just me being a horny mess, not proof read

A/N - i dont even... have a good day.

A few minutes ago, the limo would have been able to maintain its innocence, but now, in the presence of you and your boyfriend, it had been deprived of it, ever since you had turned to the driver to say a quick, slightly breathless "driver roll up the partition please"

The FIA prize giving ceremony had been its usual self, and you had had fun with some of Lewis's fellow drivers. It was all well and good until Lewis had gently lifted the skirt of your long dress to your thigh, and slid his hand up your leg to your thigh, under the cover of the white cloth on your table, and had tugged your underwear down your legs, before dropping his phone and ducking down to get it.

Under the covers he had dragged your panties down and stuffed them in his pocket, before popping back up. Resuming his conversation with Valterri and Tiffany, he had moved his hand back up to your legs, path unimpeded as he stroked your wet slit, smiling to himself when he felt you stiffen.

Driver roll up the partition fast

Handprints and footprints on my glass

Handprints and good grips all on my ass

Private show with the music blasting

He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty

Red wine drip, talk that trash

Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash

"Come on now, darling, is that all you can do for me?" You murmured, hand tightening around Lewis's throat.

How had you reached here you had no idea, but you weren't complaining. "Come on lovie, use that tongue on me, go ahead" you whispered, leaning forward to scratch his neck softly, digging them in to make it hurt just a little more than necessary. Reaching down, you captured his lips in a rough kiss, before biting down harshly on his lower lip,pulling it forward.

A moan left his lips, not used to you being the dominant one. Nibbling on his lower lip, you turned so you could lead him to the seat, "come on lover boy, you thought you could get away with teasing me in front of all your friends,hmm? If only they could see you now, so soft, so obedient, just for me baby. Not so bossy in here are we?" You muttered in his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe.

"Now, will you eat me out like a good boy?" You murmured, half lying down on the limo seat propping yourself up on your elbows. Whimpering softly Lewis lowered himself down to his knees, eyes locked on yours, as he spread your legs apart.

"Come on darling, put that tongue to good use" you mumbled, drawing him closer to you with your ankle. "Okay" he replied, nodding his head, while looking up at you with an almost doe like expression in his eyes. Leaning forward, eager to please you, he licked a stripe up your slit, moaning at the wetness that collected on his tongue.

"Keep going for me, thats a good boy" you encouraged, pulling him even closer with your feet. Nodding feverishly against your pussy, he pushed his middle finger into you, moving it in a up and down motion, before slipping a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

Sucking the sensitive bud harshly, he let his hand reach up to tug your nipple harshly, moans flowing past your lips as the overwhelming sensations suck in on you from all directions, as you reached down to push his head further into your pussy, forcing him so deep into you, it was a wonder how he was still breathing.

Your thighs, resting on either side of his head, seemed to almost crush him, but he didn't care, eating you out with an almost feverish fervour, so intent on making you reach your high, to please you. "Oh fuck, you're good at this, such a good boy for me" you moaned, before a short scream left your lips as your orgasm closed in on you, finally reaching your high.

"Fuck, baby you were so good for me. And what do good boys get love?" You murmured, lifting his chin with the tip of your forefinger. Whimpering softly, Lewis mumbled something under his breath, an almost childish look in his eyes.

"Come on sweetheart, words"

"Get rewarded"

"Who get rewarded darling?"

"Good boys get rewarded"

"Thats right baby" you said, standing up. Bending down to his level, you captured his lips in a heated kiss again, chewing on his lower lip, admiring it when the flesh became a soft shade of red.

Moving downwards, you began pressing harsh kisses to his neck, licking and sucking the skin of his neck, biting the skin till dark bruises began to litter his neck in patches, as you let your hands gently trace his stomach, nails scratching along his tattoos, before you pulled him up to his feet, pushing him onto the bed.

Kissing downwards, you kissed down his collarbone, biting along there as well, as Lewis whimpered and moaned above you. Licking your way down his body, you stopped at the waistband of his underwear, tongue swirling along his v line.

Above you, Lewis was panting, chest rising and falling, pupils so blown out, cock straining against his underwear. He had never seen you take control the way you had, and god it was beyond sexy. Whimpering at the feeling of your tongue tracing his toned abs, he gulped, adam's apple bobbing in anticipation.

Reaching up to tug his underwear down, you sunk down onto your knees, saliva filling your mouth, the throbbing between your legs returning in full intensity.

"Do you want my mouth baby?" You asked, raking your nails down the veins on the side of his cock, smirking when he groaned above you.

"Yes, please, fuck, i just need you to suck me off" Lewis moaned, reaching down to grab your hair. Kissing the tip, you let your hands wrap around him, slowly lowering yourself so you could fit him in your mouth, moaning in delight when the salty/sweet precum taste filled your mouth, as you let your tongue swirl around his cock, breathing harshly through your nose, to take in the sheer size and girth.

When you looked up at him with an innocent sparkle in your eyes, something snapped in him, and he yanked your hair, the pull on your scalp making you clench. "Such a good slut for me, sucking me off. But you can be better, can't you?" He growled, grabbing your hair in a fist. Grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you off of his cock, smirking when you whined.

"You really need something in your filthy little mouth, don't you? Can't stay without me in your mouth hmm? Down on your knees. Please me, or i won't fuck you later.

‘Fuck fuck... Shit’ . He doesn't care one bit that the poor chaffeur was being given an audio show he didn't ask for, as you worked your mouth around his shaft. You couldn't deny that kneeling on a limo floor was not the most comfortable places to suck him off

However the little, sexy noises that came out of his mouth were definitely worth it. You tried taking it as far back as possible, without gagging, an impossible take considering his size. Lewis tried taking deep breaths but it was sweet torture, the way you swirled your tongue around him.

‘Such a good girl... shit’ he mumbled, finding it harder and harder to focus on quieting down. You hummed against his cock and the vibrations made him rut his hips up, hitting the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex. ‘Shit sorry...’ he mumbled out as he hears you coughing as you pull off, your hand taking from where you’ve left, simply focusing on the tip at first. Don’t tease me baby.. Please’ he begs and the sweet melody of his words hit your core with the force of a truck. His whines and groans were something you could never get enough of, harshly sucking on the tip, a deep growl coming from the bottom of his chest.

‘Want me to stop, baby?’ You joke and he immediately growled, yanking your hair up agaim. ‘No, now keep doing your job or i won't fuck you till you can't stand on your pretty legs.’ he growled, making your pussy clench again. You moaned before sinking down again, one of his hands moving to your hair as he yanked and pulled it and turns it into a makeshift ponytail. His eyes look down, pupils so black the whites nearly invisible.

You sucking his cock was as close to heaven as he could get on earth, and it was euphoric.

"No, stand up" he said, grabbing you by the shoulder to lift you off of his cock, smirking when you whined, mouth suddenly feeling empty.

"Ssh now pretty girl, you'll have my cock in you soon enough" he soothed gently, pulling you down onto his cock, catching you by surprise. Moaning as he suddenly filled you, your back arched involuntarily at the feel of him stretching you out. Taking the oppurutinity when your head was thrown back, chest arched forward, lewis grabbed one of your nipples in between his teeth, sucking on the sensitive bud, making you squirm and moan, clenching down on his cock.

"Fuck baby, do that again" he groaned against your nipple, the vibrations sending you into overdrive as you bounced repeatedly on his cock, finding leverage on his shoulders, one hand resting on his compass tattoo.

“Fuck, you always feel so good" he moaned as he proceeded to move. You gripped his shoulders sharder, he felt just as good as he always did, hitting all the right spots without you even asking. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you at the right pace. Your lips moved in sync but it was hard to focus on anything else but the feeling of him inside of you. One of his hand rested on your hip while the other grasped at your leg and pushed it further up on his waist to better the angulation. The change of angle stole your breath away as you held tight onto his large figure, Lewis's pace remained brutal, sweat running down his temples as he focused on the rhythm and edging you. Yoju could see his biceps straining, his abdominal muscles rippling as you scratched the skin of his arm with your nails as you attempted to find some more leverage feeling like you were drowning.

“oh my god lewis" you managed to say, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to stop. You wrapped your arm around his neck to pull him closer. Your lips soon found his in a sloppy and needy kiss as he tried not to slow down his hips. But he was struggling, because you felt so good he couldn’t focus. You smirked as you realized that he was going to eventually give the control over to you. He was yours and yours. You regained your posture on top of him and started to bounce on his cock even faster, You had to shush him and yourself up by kissing him because after all, you were still in a limo. The crown of his cock hit that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

“Just like that, baby... Shit, that’s a good girl...” he moaned when you started to rock your hips back and forth. His hands squeezed your waist as he helped you out with the pace and the movements. You started to feel your legs tremble, the pleasure taking over your body. He was having a hard time holding himself back, just the sight of you riding him was simply breathtaking and he desperately needed his release, but he wanted to see you cum first. One of his hand moved away from your hip to your ass and delivered a slap on one of the cheeks. You whined at the contact and clenched around him, hand slamming against the window, definitely leaving a print at the window as his hand smacked your ass again, the sensitive skin heating up.

“Mmh fuck, Lewis..” you moaned when pain and pleasure mixed up as he brought his hand to your throat, squeezing tightly, choking you slightly. Your head fell back into the crook of his neck as you quickened your pace and everything suddenly slowed down around you. He pushed you up so that he could watch fall apart as your eyes screwed shut and you clenched around him, the knot inside of your stomach unclenching as you came undone around him. And that was all it took for him, sight of you reaching your orgasm on top of him, riding his cock like your life depended on it, moaning his name so loud the chauffeur definitely knew what was happening. He came right after yoy, as you felt him cumming inside y,ou and letting out a soft moan at the feeling of his hot load painting your walls.

Your movements slowed down after you had briefly stopped, your body shaking. You collapsed on top of him, not even bothering to get up move. He sighed, feeling euphoric as his hand ran through your sweaty hair. He pushed a strand out of your face, being unable to see your flushed face.

Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your lips, laying you down on the limo seat, lying down on top of you and resting his head on your chest.

"so thats something we should do again" he mumbled against you, earning a shaky laugh from you, heart still hammering against your chest.

"yeah, but next time maybe in our own car" you replied, running your fingers through his braids, closing your eyes softly.

-^-

a/n - this is what happens when you listen to partition, f.u.c.k, on my way and do you together on loop. feedback and comments always appreciated 🤍 happy reading 😌😏

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

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