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bite the hand | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem musician!reader [face claim: clairo + clairo, boygenius and taylor swift music]

having fans are great, but sometimes it goes to far and you have to bite the hands that feed you

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yourusername

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yourusername: howdy ladies, gentlemen and all that's in between, it's single release day. i had so much fun on this track with bea and getting to pour all of my love for maxy onto such a cute melody... hope you all enjoy my loves x

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user1: YES THANK YOU MOM THIS IS JUST WHAT I NEEDED TODAY

landonorris: how many letters in devoured?

yourusername: ATE 💅

landonorris: ate and left NO crumbs

maxverstappen1: why oh why did i ever introduce you two

yourusername: because you love us both?

maxverstappen1: i sure love you, jury is out on lando

landonorris: boooooooooo

user2: ugh if y/n had to date an f1 driver why couldn't she go for one of the hot ones like lando or charles?

user3: for real like bro he just drags her down

user4: you can't be serious? he's a professional athlete at the top of his sport and by what they show us a massive softy who loves y/n? why would we want anything else for her?

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user5: y/n will NOT stand for any max bashing idk why you guys try it every time

maxverstappen1: so unbelievably talented and the artist of her generation

yourusername: maybe it's because i have a top notch muse ?

maxverstappen1: NO NO IT'S ALL YOU YOU ARE THE ARTIST I AM JUST LUCKY TO BE IN YOUR VICINITY

yourusername: i am the lucky one baby

danielricciardo: leave your cute shit offline i already have to hear it all of the time let me be on instagram

yourusername: nope love my boyfriend too much

maxverstappen1: nope love my girlfriend too much

user6: they're so insufferable i love them

user7: this song bangs so much more when you pretend it's not about ... him

user8: bro is acting like max verstappen ran over his puppy

user7: sorry i don't want a GREAT artist and BEAUTIFUL woman being dragged down by THAT

user9: you are insane, you do not know y/n, you enjoy her music, that doesn't give you the right to have power over things in her personal life

user10: you people are why this fanbase has a bad name and before long y/n will get fed up too

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: the off weekend spent right

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user13: i need a man so obsessed with me that all he does is post my face

user14: crazy that all this guy does is wax lyrical about how much he loves her and she's like never at his races ... interesting

user15: and her weirdly entitled fanbase say he doesn't deserve her when she clearly doesn't support him as much as he supports her

yourusername: i love you and our soft little weekends, i wanna do it all the time :(

maxverstappen1: gosh our day jobs are really quite unconventional i guess we should just retire to a remote island to live on a small farm?

yourusername: you said it not me i just wanna be anywhere with you

maxverstappen1: i love you <3

user16: RETIRE TO A REMOTE ISLAND? SOMEONE TELL THIS RAT THAT IF HE IS THE REASON WE DON'T GET MUSIC WE WILL RIDE AT DAWN

user17: babe have you ever thought that maybe the reason he said that he wants to retire away from everyone because you people stick your noses in all the time

danielricciardo: @yourusername a soft weekend you say? how many hours did max spend on the sim?

yourusername: a solid ten but he even let me have a go

danielricciardo: oh wow that man really is in love

maxverstappen1: i think she'd rival a couple of you with some practice, i'm working on getting her to join redline

user18: ugh this is so annoying... preaching like you like spending time with your girlfriend and then spend it all playing a video game and letting her have one go?

user19: the sim is something f1 drivers use to train? if anything max probably shouldn't have let y/n have a go she could've accidentally changed the set up or other things

user20: i'm seeing charles and lewis training this off weekend and he just lies in bed with this girl? he really needs to ditch her to stay at the top

user21: literally two comments up is them talking about him training on the sim the jealousy is insane from both fans at this point

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: happy to take home another win in mexico, i love this track and am forever thankful to this team and my loved ones.

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user25: holy shit idk what f1 can do but the paddock looked insane today there's no way that is safe for the drivers and personnel.

user26: there's so many videos of people rushing max and although some of them look like max fans who are just excited but there were a lot of very rude rival fans trying to get too close for comfort

yourusername: forever proud of you !! you're like jimmy and sassy with zoomies on crack <3

maxverstappen1: that is the highest of the high compliment thank you my love

yourusername: champagne is on me girlypops no expense spared for the love of my life

redbullracing: do we all qualify as girlypops ???

yourusername: of course !! don't think i didn't notice the supply of vegan pizza rolls you truly are the lactose intolerant allies of the grid

user27: can she stop spending all her hard earned money on this scrub that just uses her

user28: bro makes millions in a year he doesn't NEED her but that doesn't mean he can't want her? you guys are crazy

user29: some of these fans need to do some serious evaluation, drivers are not zoo animals, they are people and deserve respect and that includes respect to their personal space.

user30: for real like why was brad basically having to act as a body guard for max and y/n

user31: this was such a dangerous event for max and y/n. they're both very famous individuals and should be able to move around the paddock without being in danger.

user32: max joked about getting a body guard for this weekend but i think he should seriously consider it especially is y/n is coming to more races while she's not touring

danielricciardo: it has been brought to my attention that y/n has stated that she will spare no expense, i am making a formal enquiry into whether this will cover my bar tab?

yourusername: i will within reason but only because your bffs with maxy and will drink the fruity lil cocktails with me

danielricciardo: REAL men drink cocktails

maxverstappen1: do NOT disrespect the humble gin and tonic on my post

user33: i'm glad they're in high spirits after the shenanigans in the paddock today and the booing towards max :(

yourusername

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yourusername: there is no full way to articulate my feelings right now. my fans have to respect my personal relationships and my boundaries. i appreciate your support but you have to understand that i am not your personal friend and you do not have the right to my personal life. i also understand that in sport, there are a lot of heightened emotions, but drivers do not owe you their safety. this is something i have felt for a long time since max and i became a public couple and the onslaught of hate came for him. you may say that it comes from a good place, or for my best interests, but the manner in which some 'fans' have expressed their 'worries' is unacceptable. i do not want to bite the hand that feeds me, but there's only so many slaps me and my loved ones can take from the hand.

bite the hand is out on all streaming platforms. please listen closely a re-evaluate your relationships with your favourite artists, thank you.

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maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: i love you and i will never let other people tell me when i'm not enough get in my head again. we both appreciate our support and acknowledge that we would be nowhere without it. but our relationships are ours, please respect this.

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yourusername

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yourusername: okay sad songs are important but it's now time for me to sing my wee little heart out about how much i love you and how i know we were always made for each other.

i love you maxy, invisible string is all about my muse. out now.

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user41: IT BANGS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

user42: ffs i guess we're stuck with this man for life now ...

user43: LISTEN TO BITE THE HAND AND BANG YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND HEAR THE PINBALLS OF YOUR BRAIN GOING CRAZU

user44: speak your truth sis

maxverstappen1: ISN'T IT JUST SO PRETTY TO THINK THAT ALL ALONG THERE WAS SOME INVISIBLE STRING TYING YOU TO ME

maxverstappen1: so true, you make me believe in soulmates YOU ARE MY SOULMATE I LOVE YOU

yourusername: i love you to the moon and to saturn for real

yourusername: and that thread of gold is made from all of your trophies LET'S GO RAHHHHHHHH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

maxverstappen1: the gold of that grammy @thegrammys yall heard bags?

user45: the way they're each others wags and completely embrace it

user46: i love that they're still their goofy asses they don't give a shit abou t yall

user47: y/n dropped a heart wrenching track and immediately went ... but hey i'm SUPER happy and that's all you're going to hear

landonorris: so like can y/n remix the dutch anthem so we can actually bop every weekend

yourusername: i kinda wanna marry the king of the netherlands so maybe not

landonorris: you broke up ?????

yourusername: no you dumbass max is the king of the netherlands

maxverstappen1: not factually but i do have a medal from the royal family so same thing

landonorris: why do you guys have to clown on me every time

yourusername: you're like our baby brother it's our duty

maxverstappen1: sorry not sorry

user48: you could never make me hate them they're made for each other

user49: finally bite the hand shamed the crazy bitches into finally shutting the fuck up

note: i love bite the hand i actually fear it might be my fave boygenius song and i recommend it to everyone. i actually did my university dissertation on parasocial relationships with athletes so like i feel like a good couple of sports fans could do with a listen to bite the hand. hope yall enjoyed and had a good weekend !! (chelsea gave me a heart attack but what's new, even though i was too sick to go to the game:()

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 #f1 x you #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen

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miloformula123fan · 20 days

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lando norris masterlist

before requesting, please read my guidelines here :)

Moodboards

dating lando would be like… (gn!reader) part 2 (gn!reader)

soft launch podcast + oscar (f!reader)

x sainz!rally reader (m!reader)

X f1 driver!reader (f!reader)

X f1 driver!reader (m!reader)

X musician!reader (m!reader)

X wife!reader (f!reader)

X ceo!reader (m!reader)

X author!reader (f!reader)

full fic

Disbelief (f!reader)

I’m not gonna pretend anymore. I’m still fucked up from it all and i don’t know when it gets better. (gn!reader)

x sainz!rally reader (coming soon...) (m!reader)

oblivion (f!reader)

The bachelor masterlist (coming soon…) (m!reader)

smaus

soft launch podcast + oscar (f!reader)

#f1 x reader #miloformula123fan #f1 fanfic #f1 moodboards #f1 fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris moodboard #lando norris fic #lando norris x male reader #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n

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vivwritesfics · 24 days

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One of my series only has a few chapters left so I wanna know what you guys want next (poll at the bottom, give each description a read)

Seb x Ferrari!reader

Her last name is Ferrari and she hates it. She hates everything about F1, even if she has to attend races. But she doesn't hate him, the young, talented Red Bull driver who was winning races left, right and centre. So why the Fuck did he have to join Ferrari?

Mafia!max x bianchi!reader

Charles couldn't help but feel protective over her. With her brother dead, he stepped up to the role, and became a vicious beast whenever anyone approached her. He kept her well protected, though. So much so that Max shouldn't know who she is. But he does and he wants her

Rich kids club (carlando x stroll reader)

Daddy's girl gets everything she wants. Daddy's girl has more money than anybody could ever need at her fingertips. Daddy's girl wants a ferrari driver and a mclaren driver. Daddy's girl doesn't know the mean of the words 'can't have both'

Norstappen x Holland!reader

Tom Holland. The word thought they knew him and his siblings from interviews and social media presence. But they didn't know her. Maybe because she didn't go by Holland. Max and Lando didn't know her as Holland when they fell for her. So why the hell was Tom introducing her as his sister (musician!reader)

Mafia!Lance x babysitter!reader

She was sweet and kind and good with kids. That was why Lawrence had hired her to take care of his grandchild. And, in part, to take care of Lance. But Lance was never supposed to fall for her. He was never supposed to put her in the world of danger that came with that.

THE CHOICE IS YOURS MY LOVES, VOTE BELOW

#vivi speaks

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ditttiii · 1 year

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omg I’m in love with your writing 🥰 can you maybe write a singer!reader with Charles or Max where he goes to her concert for the first time and is mesmerized by her??

MAX VERSTAPPEN X FEMALE READER

summary: she is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. Hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her.

a/n: this fic and all future f1 updates will be posted onto my side account @rosegasly only.

The season was over another championship in the metaphorical bag for Max and a champions trophy for Redbull. After the worst possible start, things had really picked up for the team. Post sleepless nights and long hours put in by everyone on track as well as back in Milton Keynes, it had been a double landslide win.

When finally, after what may very well have been the best season of his motor racing career, his friend and fellow Dutch musician had proposed joining him for a three-day music festival, well agreeing was a no-brainer for Max.

He is weaving through the sparse but busy crowd backstage, a VIP pass hanging from his neck, letting him through uninterrupted. Contrary to the image the media had painted of him, Max was pretty outgoing. He didn’t spend time with the drivers off track as much as maybe Pierre or Charles did, but it was all because of the complicated and competitive nature of the sport and not at all because he didn’t enjoy being around people or as the media was fond of portraying–a surly grump.

Max is straightforward, sometimes abrupt, and while he leaves most of those heated feelings back on track, he isn’t quite comfortable enough to play jolly best pals with the other drivers, either.

“Max!”

He swivels, eyes roving over the people until he finally spots the Dutch DJ and nods, making his way over.

“Hey man, glad to see you are up. Didn’t think you would be after last night.”

Max decides not to mention the persistent pounding hurting the left side of his face and jaw. He’s felt worse over the years training for races.

“Yeah, just a little tired. When’s your set?”

“It’s the last one bruv. Not for a while.”

He absently nods and with a promise to catch said man later disperses back into the crowd.

It’s a few hours later when it’s dark out and he’s walking back with a drink from the food stalls built further away from the stage that he sees her. Max doesn’t recognise her, can’t even see her clearly from how far back he is, but he hears her voice, that raspy, low undertone, the slow, gentle sway of her hips as she sings and it captivates him. Something about her, the way she sings, her tone, the words, so vulnerable with her voice stripped bare. She is talking to him, spilling all her secrets in confidence under the hush of the night and not in front of thousands of people amidst the loud yells and cheers.

Max walks closer and looks for a screen because he knows there isn’t a way he can push past the screaming crowd. He wouldn’t budge if he was in the front too, and it’s easy to get lost again now that he can see her clearly.

She is beautiful in a quiet sort of way. Hair unbound and flowing with the night’s breeze, her skin shimmers under the light, glitters like a thousand stars have scrambled down to adorn her. It’s a sad song. She is talking of heartbreak and wanting to let go, being unable to and her voice dips, grows raspier, like she wants to cry, is on the verge of before it lifts, becomes crisp and clear and so so sweet.

He doesn’t know her name, still can’t recognise her, but when she opens her eyes, his breath seizes. Twin pools of midnight skies gaze back at him through the screen and he feels naked. Like a word from her would crumble all his walls, the stranger in the gray bar whom he’d tell all of his world to, the fears that keep him from sleeping, the things that make him happy, the parts of him he is ashamed of, the ones he has worked years to build.

The song ends, the cheers grow louder and so does her set because she goes back in and doesn’t come out, though he stays rooted where he is. Breathless, his pulse races under his skin with an itch to be closer to her. He wants to know her, touch her, bury her under thoughts of him as she has and be her muse.

If his friend notices the slightly crazed look in his eyes when he asks him to introduce her, he is kind enough not to say anything.

Max waits, impatient in a way he has never been. He isn’t used to falling apart like this. He is usually steel and calm, forged under the relentless rain of his hometown, aged on the racing track where a possible death lurks at every corner, every wrong inch of a move, yet here he is, tripping over his own feet, anxious over a girl. He doesn’t need his father to be a witness to feel his disapproval.

She comes out of her room backstage, ironically enough, tripping on her own feet and if anyone asks, he would chop it up to the years of developed reflexes but he feels the truth in his gut. Even if he weren’t an f1 driver, he would still have felt her losing her footing before anyone else.

She lands in his arms and the way his hands clench around her waist tighter is entirely unconscious. She breathes an embarrassed laugh near his ear and he suppresses the shiver that wants to wrack his whole frame when it washes over him. She smells of mint and sugar, like the sweetest of things and he aches to have this woman he barely knows.

Jokingly she wraps her arms around him too, making a pun about this being how she meets new people and introduces herself and Max feels her touch more acutely than he feels his car midrace, senses attuned to every bit that is she. Soaking all the words and breaths and glances like a man parched.

He doesn’t remember introducing himself, unsure if he even said anything but soon she is ushering them into her room and he tails behind her, still spellbound like a child, amazed by her zest for her craft as she discusses her performance with his friend. It’s a foreign feeling, rare, the way he feels right now. Almost undeserving of her attention since he didn’t know who she was before, hasn’t heard her music, doesn’t know what’s the right thing to say.

Max is all sharp edges and brusque words and is afraid to say the wrong thing. Come across as harsh and inadvertently drive her away. He feels no parts a two-time world champion and all parts an awkward teenager tongue-tied in front of his first real crush. But then she turns around, looks at him and smiles, cracks a joke, leans over at some point to lightly grab his arm, like she is letting him on a secret, including him in her own little bubble, and there’s nothing he can do to stop the joy from bubbling over in his heart.

a/n: all my f1 fanfics have been moved onto here 💕

here's to hoping ferrari can catch up this weekend and I ll have more people than just max to write for 🤌😩

thankyou to the anon for sending in the prompt and aww I m so happy to hear u like my writing 🥰🥰 happy reading 💕

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charlewiss · 2 years

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writing masterlist

one-word november prompts!

a november challenge where i try to write a little something based off a word! (29/30)

color code

blue for one shots

red for instagram au's

orange for blurbs

MICK SCHUMACHER

nightmares

he couldn't sleep and you woke up from a nightmare.

dare

he has had a crush on you for the longest time. what happens when someone challenges him to do something about it?

private (but not secret)

mick and you soft launch your relationship on instagram.

champ (footballer!mick x supporter!gf)

mick wins the bundesliga with his team.

cramps (request)

mick comes home and finds you struggling with cramps.

check yes, juliet

you two have just started dating during the 2022-2023 break. he has to leave soon to start the season, but couldn't find a way to tell you how little time you two had left. what happens when time runs out for him? how could he fix it now?

soft mick (request)

just some fluff friday for you <33

CHARLES LECLERC

coffee shop

cute barista!charles not knowing how to approach you.

third wheeling

pierre, charles and you are best friends. but maybe it was something more between you two.

two plus one (part 2 of third wheeling)

charles and you are sending mixed signals on the internet, pierre fixes it for you.

your camera roll if he was your boyfriend

pretty self explanatory but how your camera roll would look like if charles was your bf <33.

birthday posts (request)

what would you post on instagram if he was your boyfriend and it was his birthday (+, you only talk in spanish to mess with him)

soft side (grumpy!bf x sunshine!gf)

everything seems to be going wrong for him. somehow, you make it better.

dirty halloween (request)

halloween related instagram au!

PIERRE GASLY

third wheeling

pierre, charles and you are best friends. but maybe it was something more between two of you.

two plus one (part 2 of third wheeling)

pierre outs your relationship to the internet.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

favourites

you're a part of mclaren's media team, but you post more dan pics ('cause you're secretly in love with him)

baby fever

you have baby fever after seeing your boyfriend with kids.

lucky charm

you come for the first time at a race weekend outside of you home race in australia.

muse (musician!dan)

dan's a drummer for an australian band. you're a soloist artist.

loved by you

forbidden love 'cause you're his friend's sister (or there's another reason underneath?)

ARTHUR LECLERC

maybe more

you and arthur seem to be closer than friends.

truth or dare (driver!reader)

what happens when he accidentally admits something during a truth or dare video that you were filming for the youtube channel?

#charlewiss masterlist #masterlist #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 blurb #formula 1 fanfic

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agendabymooner · 8 months

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own my mind || dr3 fic

daniel ricciardo x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

prequel to the rush series

“do you wanna know what good, good, bad things all feel like?”

Summary: It took Lorelei Hester Alessandro, or Lester, almost six Italian Grand Prix races to come across Daniel Ricciardo once more. Sure, she was hesitant to speak to him regardless of the fact that she was his fan but the McLaren driver was certain he’d rather cause a stir in the F1 community with her after his win in Monza than celebrate his victory with a lot of people. OR the second close encounter between the two of them most unhinged people of F1.

Content warning: Use of explicit language, Big Ric Energy™, RBR!Daniel mentioned, alcohol consumption

Note: Self indulgent fic mostly. Make sure to catch up with the rush series or read this first before going ahead with the whole series! This is basically introduction to the relationship of Lester and Danny. enjoy xx

masterlist

2021 — PRESENT

It wasn’t everyday Lester got to value something like this wrapped around her neck like a jewelry from a parure. She supposed that being a Eurovision winner, alongside her best friends, would do that to anyone.

Because she couldn’t afford this and this was just a chance that she took — a risk. It wasn’t everyday she got to support her country’s racing team in the front row. The Paddock Club pass on her neck was a dream come true, indeed, but being a guest of Scuderia Ferrari because their driver was a fan of the band you’ve built from the ground up?

Yeah she was living THE dream. She wished that it would stay like this forever.

“Non bere troppo! È solo l'inizio della gara,” Don’t drink too much! It’s only the start of the race. Her friend Ethan stated, his slender fingers reaching for her glass as she glared at him. Lester downed the rest of her champagne.

“It’s a qualifying, idiota,” Lester rolled her eyes. “What could possibly be exciting about this?”

“I piloti che potrebbero ottenere la pole position? È eccitante, non credi?” The drivers who might get the pole position? That’s exciting, don’t you think? Damiano said. “Are you okay, Lo? You’ve been looking so foul ever since we got here today.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lester waved off, pretending as if she hadn’t come across a certain Australian who definitely paid attention to her earlier.

The fact was that he hadn’t just paid attention — he made some offhanded comments about inviting her to his driver’s room and the paddock area of McLaren. Maybe it was a bad idea to look around in awe after living your childhood dream of being known in the F1 world because even your favourite driver would want to fuck you if you looked extremely hot and adorable at the same time. She didn’t even want to see Daniel Ricciardo in that sense. She liked his driving and she made him her favourite driver of this generation.

It was a shame that was the first thing he said since 2015. Not that he remembered. But Lester certainly had.

2015

It was a good idea her boss was a close friend of the owner of the bar because she wouldn’t have found herself in this place. Where the drivers are now.

She tried to put on her best clothes — a black lacy bodysuit, leather pants and the most expensive Gucci shoes that her sister Nora had lent her for the weekend. She didn’t think to tell anyone what the brand of her clothes were as to save face in front of people who could pay her rent; the pants she wore were thrifted and the bodysuit was an off season clearance item from Victoria’s Secret. She never told anyone about it.

She barely made it to Monza because of the lack of money she had. University and being a musician did a number on her. She might as well sell her soul just to see Daniel Ricciardo in person.

Lester had gotten in touch with the owner and did the best she could to keep things low key. Her friend Thomas was the one who had taken her to the club to avoid any further trouble that could be possibly caused by her fangirl behaviour.

But it wasn’t exactly her potential freakouts that would lead her to him.

At first she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She was calm and collected — she apologized as much as she could and cleaned up everything she had to clean up. But then, Toro Rosso’s Max Verstappen decided to make things harder for the both of them and had gotten into a quarrel about not watching her way and how irritated he is.

“You don’t look like you could smile anyways,” said Lester as she turned away and cursed, “Insufferable bastard.”

A gasp behind her echoed through the crowded loud room. All while Lester listened to the steam coming out of Max’s ears.

“What did you call me?” Max asked angrily, but Lester was walking away. “Oi! I’m talking to you!”

“And I’m not trying to,” Lester spewed out, “I’ve seen you before. Toro Rosso right? You’ve no personality— it’s no wonder why I like Sainz over you.”

“Sec—“

“Max no,” Carlos Sainz backed up the Dutchman before turning to Lester and Thomas, who was now holding back the bassist.

“Is that why you’re always frowning? Because you can’t even smile even if someone begged you to,” Lester retaliated, making Max turn even more red.

“Security—“

“Max, what’s wrong, mate?” That voice froze Lester to the core. No way.

But her suspicion was right because by the time she turned back around, a familiar figure stood next to the Dutchman with cocktail in hand. Shit. She was picking a fight at the same room as Daniel Ricciardo.

So much for a good impression.

“She’s—“

“I’d pick your words wisely because I don’t take shit from men regardless of how well known they are,” Lester didn’t even care about the Australian person knowing that she’s got a bigger problem she called Max.

“Look, listen—“ Daniel spoke up, staring at Lester as he smiled and put a hand in front of Max. “I apologize on his behalf—“

“What—“

“I don’t obviously know what happened but I hope we can put it past us. No? This is the first time Max’s been out and he just doesn’t want to ruin his own night,” Daniel had put on his best smile and Lester could just tell that he did it to not cause any more issue within the Red Bull team.

“I’m obviously more than willing to,” Lester’s accent thickened as she glared at Max, “but that asshole’s trying to pick a fight. I cleaned up everything already!”

“And I appreciate that,” Daniel turned towards Max and Carlos, “Look, lads. Just— stay out of trouble, alright? Just walk away from the scene and act as if you hadn’t done something stupid. I’m cleaning up your mess, just walk away. Don’t hassle the lady and her friends.”

Lester continued to glare at Max. Dío mio, he was so annoying for a driver who does well, she thought. The Dutchman huffed before he walked off with Carlos Sainz. But when Daniel turned back, Lester and her friend had already walked away too. She hadn’t wanted to embarrass herself further in front of the Australian.

“Miss!” Lester had surprisingly heard his voice while the crowd remained loud, especially when she was so drawn by Toto’s girlfriend, Tilly Hearth’s presence as she spoke to the Italian girl with a grin about her newest novel. She had been a fan of Tilly ever since she entered the formula one world last year, but Daniel Ricciardo’s voice was familiar and it had her turning around.

He held his hand out with a wide grin, “Come dance with me!”

“So rude of you Daniel,” Tilly scoffed jokingly, “I’m talking to the girl.”

“It’s to make up for Max’s attitude,” Daniel winked at the Italian, making Lester blush. “Us Red Bull drivers should be acting with decorum, so it’s only fair I make it up on his behalf no?”

“I—“ Lester offered Tilly a meek smile, “Thank you for chatting. I appreciate it. Grazie, Signora Hearth.”

“Yes, of course,” the older woman waved off, “I’ll see you around, yes?”

Then her night started there and the love she had for Daniel Ricciardo strengthened. It was too bad it took her six years until she realized how shitty he could get. But it also took Daniel six years to realize that the love he could’ve had was the girl who had nearly been kicked out of the bar.

2021 — NOW

Now, Lester wasn’t a saint; she had her fair share of shittiness. She had ghosted people before, hell she even blocked some. But to be brought from Ferrari to McLaren just so Daniel Ricciardo could chat her up — years or so after blocking her — was just borderline asshole-ish of him. His cockiness radiated while he asked for her name, trying to offer her a good conversation as if she hadn’t been here before.

It was more baffling that he didn’t remember her from six years ago when he danced wildly with her after the race. But it wasn’t Lester’s place to remind him, only huffing out in annoyance and losing her faith in him as he tried inviting her to his driver's room.

“Sei fottutamente serio in questo momento?!” Are you fucking serious right now. Lester scoffed at him as Daniel’s eyes widened in shock. “Uomo stupido! Stupido, stupido, stupido uomo ingenuo!” Stupid man! Stupid, stupid, dumb naive man!

“I’m sorry, what—“

Lester glared at him before saying, “I knew coming here in this area is a mistake. I’m a fan of yours, you know? All those years ago, I thought you genuinely were kind for offering a good dance.” She pressed a finger in his chest, “But you are like all of them, Mr. Ricciardo. Inviting me to your room so you can have a good head? You. Are. Fucking. Stupid.”

“I’m inviting you to our paddock area…?”

“I am a Ferrari guest— and A PART OF TIFOSI!” Lester exclaimed. “Besides, I’m a bassist of this year’s Eurovision winner, so you’re not the only one who’s famous.”

“Lorelei—“

“I’m ABBA style popular, “Dan!” I’m not gonna fuck you for a paddock pass!” Lester’s mouth barely stopped as she muttered swear words in Italian and walked past him. That was the second time Daniel Ricciardo had witnessed some sort of confrontation with her, so when this did happen it stuck to him and realized who she was.

Another woman approached Lester for the third time today and it was beginning to bother her. The said woman wore a papaya shirt, making Lester frown lightly before the woman could ever speak. The bassist spoke as politely as she could “If this is about your driver, please don’t bother. I really do not want to cause more problems with him. He needs to focus on minding his business.”

“Daniel would really like to apologize,” the woman emphasized, “he wouldn’t shut up. We really don’t want to make a bad impression to you guys and we can’t have our drivers act so badly towards you.”

“It’s alright,” Lester waved off. It really wasn’t. It annoyed her that Daniel didn’t see her as a musician but rather a groupie. “Just… tell him to focus more on his race. He can live.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go try and speak to him again?” Ethan asked, “You’ve always wanted to see him up close.”

“That might have been the case before but there’s a fine line between being seen as a fan and as a groupie you can take back to your drivers room,” Lester told her friends quietly. It turns out that she wasn’t as quiet as she thought, because the mouth of the woman in the papaya shirt gaped open just as she dropped the bomb.

Then the woman said, “I am so, so, so sorry for that. God, that man and his mouth— don’t worry, Miss Allie, he is getting an earful after the qualifying and we’ll make sure he’s going to— God! Sorry, I’ve to go see him. I’ll touch base with your manager before you leave tomorrow after the race. Is that okay? Good. Enjoy the race, Miss Allie, Misters David, Raggi and Torchio.”

Lester turned back to her friends with a confused frown, which was met with their own reactions once that the woman sped away. She mumbled, “So weird. It’s really not a big deal.”

“It is,” Damiano replied, “especially if that’s how they reacted. Anyone wouldn’t have cared much so clearly your issue with Daniel is a big deal.”

Thomas: We’re partying with the drivers tomorrow. Charles Leclerc invited us.

Lester: Awesome I guess.

Maybe a part of her was still a fan of the Honey Badger. She couldn’t fathom telling him that though, still feeling humiliated by the way she reacted and how he perceived her yesterday.

All she could do was stare up at him as he celebrated his Monza win as his champagne bottle sprinkled on his fellow podium mates. Everyone celebrated him despite the disappointment of Ferrari not being in the P1 position. Everyone celebrated Daniel Ricciardo because he’s still Daniel Ricciardo.

The way he stuck his tongue out while the champagne rained over the audience below the podium did a number on Lester as her pupils had blown in excitement and… lust? She wasn’t sure.

She felt something when his dark eyes glossed over hers and stopped looking around altogether. His grin remained on his face, but he was a man with a plan to apologize eventually.

Sprinklings of the alcohol soaked her blazer partially as her friends finally made their way to the garages to check on the drivers. They spoke to Charles and Carlos once more and thanked the duo for a good race. Her mind was still elsewhere when she spoke to the two, her eyes scanning the pit lane to catch a glimpse of the Australian.

No luck. But she wasn’t actively seeking him nor should she do anything about him.

Her pinstripe waistcoats hugged her figure tightly alongside the flared pants that matched the fabric of her top, collars popping off as her petite body emphasized every single curve that she had. The boots that she wore increased the possibilities of being seen by the winner, but she didn’t think to care that much about him.

She thanked her footwear and her dark red lips for catching his attention, though.

Daniel Ricciardo was keen on celebrating his win with his peers. He opted for cocktails at first, but then the dance floor called for hard liquor for courage as he finally placed his glass down and walked towards the bassist.

“Miss Alessandro!” The bassist, who already took her first drink, turned around to face Daniel Ricciardo. For someone who claimed to be a big fan of his, she didn’t think to care for him now— and he liked that about her. She wasn’t intimidated and she was more confident after painting her lips blood red.

“Ah! Signor Ricciardo,” Lester smirked lazily, not even making it less obvious that she was taking his presence in slowly as she spoke, “Hai fatto bene nella tua gara. Congratulazioni.” You did well on your race. Congratulations.

Her Italian accent left him stammering a little as he lost his mind at how sultry it was. “A- ah yes. Personally- I don’t speak Italian- I’m half but I don’t speak it. But I can understand the congratulations part- so thank you.”

“Hm,” she eyed him up and down before sipping on her champagne. The fact that she looked away somehow bothered him. He wasn’t sure if it was his ego or her attention— he was just bothered that she wouldn’t pay attention to him.

But he was good at mind games too. Well… that’s if she was playing it. “Listen, have I ever told you that you’ve the Italian charm that my Dad used to tell me about?”

“Really?” Lester giggled, not because of how Daniel worded it. She was laughing at the fact that of all the things he could’ve went with, he went with this.

“My Mum used to tell me that’s how Dad fell for her,” Daniel smirked, now sitting next to her before he spoke to the bartender about the champagne they had for him. “How about I tell you more about it?”

“Well… considering how you’ve treated me a few days ago, I don’t think it’s the Italian charm that kept you going,” Lester leaned over, her lips nearing his ear as she whispered, “You know what I think? It must’ve been the adrenaline and ego of a talented driver that told you to chase after me. Sad to say, I’m not the one night stand kind. I don’t even like parties like these— I’d rather be drinking alone but what else can a woman do?”

She hadn’t even seen the bartender approach the two as she stood, her tipsy face sobering up as she grabbed her purse. But just as she turned down the chance of standing too close to her favourite driver, Daniel pulled her back by the wrist as he offered her a pleading look.

“Look, I’m sorry I left a bad impression on you the other day,” those words definitely sobered her up. Daniel said through a wild loud crowd, “I was just hoping for some one-on-one time with you but clearly that didn’t work out.”

“You worded it as if I wanted to fuck,” Lester pointed out.

“I know, I know,” Daniel told her guiltily before admitting, “it was wrong— like really, really wrong. My PR manager wasn’t joking when she said I wanted to apologize yesterday.”

She stopped fighting against the restraint he had of her, standing there dumbfounded as she said, “Wow… uh… okay. Thank you for apologizing.”

“And uh,” he scratched his head as he gestured at the full bottle of champagne in front of them, “if you’d like we can finish this whole bottle together? No, no funny intention— I swear to you. We’d have more privacy in the hotel and we’ll have a decent champagne tasting experience. You won’t have to deal with anything. Just let me make it up to you.”

She stared at him for the moment. At first she was hesitant; this was Daniel Ricciardo— HER favourite driver Daniel Ricciardo. All those years of being a formula one fan taught her enough about him and how to love him, so to see him up close? This was a dream and a joke.

After all, he did block her back when she’d spam tweet him. She didn’t obviously blame him for that; but he was still Daniel Ricciardo. He was world famous.

But then again, in Europe and possibly around the world, she too was popular. What did she have to lose? She wanted to know what good and bad things felt like when they’re mixed together.

“Sure,” she beamed, making his eyes light up in joy as he stood excitedly. “I’d like to get to know you as Daniel.”

“I hope you have some stories to tell,” Daniel said, “because I’ve been wondering who Lester is ever since she came to the paddock.”

“Lorelei,” she introduced herself, “or Lori. Lester’s just for the music and concerts. If you want to know who I am then I’m Lori.”

“Good, then call me Danny.”

This wasn’t the kind of bad and good thing that she expected.

Waking up next to him definitely felt great, with her manicured nails trailing down his bare chest as she slowly woke up from her slumber. His soft breathing was peaceful. Fuck that felt great.

Her eyes’ insistence to stay shut definitely hadn’t helped her as she groaned quietly. The sunlight that passed through the blinds called for her awakened presence. She had an incoming headache. This was bad.

No… waking up next to Daniel Ricciardo naked was. But just as she opened her eyes wide and looked down, the sigh of relief escaped her mouth. She didn’t have sex with him.

“Mmmm… ‘m just half naked,” he murmured, not even looking at her as he kept his eyes shut, “we didn’t… no I’d never do that to you…”

“Oh,” she said softly, but her voice was raspy as she slowly sat up and looked at him while she nodded to herself, “Good… we didn’t have sex. Good.”

His phone was blowing up for god knows how long now, and with her phone, at 21% charge, going off as well she’d never been this annoyed with waking up until now. She wanted to throw her phone so bad if it hadn’t been for her twitter going off.

Endless texts came from Damiano, Thomas and Ethan as they begged her to answer or check her twitter.

She understood why they were like that. It wasn’t everyday she got to see herself posing lewdly — but not naked — in front of a camera while drunk. No wait— she never got to see herself pose like that on Daniel Ricciardo’s twitter page.

“Oh fuck…” she muttered, running her red nails through her hair as she shook Daniel awake. “Ricciardo, wake up.”

“Hm?” His eyes opened for a moment to read the tweet on her screen before drifting off. But the realization nearly had his eyes popping out as he sat up, “Shit!”

“Look, I really don’t like the thought of causing more scandal for you… or me,” Daniel finally gathered his thoughts after he had a long conversation with his PR manager and Lester’s own. He had freshened up and gave Lester some spare clothes, shying away from her after the embarrassing incident of tweeting while drunk last night.

His meekness, however, was something of an amusement for Lester as she continued to chuckle quietly. The Daniel Ricciardo that Lester had seen on TV was the cocky and funnily confident one — so seeing this version of him was some sort of an honour, if you would ask her.

He continued, “And after all of this I don’t think you’d want to see the guy who made your career miserable but seriously I’m sorry—“

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you again?” Lester cut him off with a cheeky smile, “after all, we have to figure out how to get back to the graces of your fans and mine, no? What’s better than to do it together?”

Daniel, for the third time, was rendered silent. God, she was so divine.

“So… what do you think?”

“About… OH! Shit, yes,” Daniel cursed underneath his breath, making the Italian woman giggle loudly as he said, “Would you like to meet me sometime next week? I’ve got accommodation in Monaco. I'd really kill for a… date. With you.”

“So not just for PR reasons?” She raised a brow in amusement.

“Definitely not,” Daniel shook his head. “I think I haven’t won fully until you say y—“

“Yes, that sounds good,” Lester exclaimed as she beamed heavily. “A date it is.”

He beamed back, “Good. I… Shit. Sorry— I’ll make sure you won’t be disappointed with me, Lori.”

“And I look forward to it, Danny.”

Good God.

She was what good and bad things felt like altogether.

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help me pick the pair for my next smau series.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fiction #f1 grid #f1 dr #f1 fic #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #lando norris #formula 1 smau #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic

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Try Me.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton [XNDA] AU x f!Artist Black Reader.

summary: When you had started your journey in the music industry, your mother had warned you time and time again to not fall for the games of the industry. You should have headed her warning and taken her words to heart. Because now you were left in the crosshairs of one of the biggest artists struggling with wanting to escape and wanting to explore more …

warning: 18+ MDNI, NSFW, smut, slapping, choking, rough handling, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight bratty behaviour, dom/sub dynamics, slight toxic relationship. Please understand its all nastiness in here, thank you.

notes: another asshole Lewis fic lmao. He’s not a F1 driver, he’s just a musician. I was going to edit it all but I got tired so just ignore the mistakes please and thank you. @lostinlewis sorry it’s late babe but hope you love it 😘

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Lightskin & Corny MSG: You up?

MSG: For you? Never.

Lightskin & Corny MSG: 😒🙄 You say that everytime.

MSG: What do you want nigga?

Lightskin & Corny MSG: Watch your tone with me Angel.

I wanted to see you but I can sense your hostility from here.

MSG: Didn’t you just debut your new girlfriend? Like literally yesterday !!

Lightskin & Corny MSG: It’s just PR for her, it means nothing to me but more money.

MSG: And how long has that been about?

Lightskin & Corny MSG: I don’t want to talk about her and that situation. I’m tryna see when you can sit on my face again.

MSG: Never. Go to the other girls on your catalogue. Shit! Even your little PR gf would love to do that. I don’t fucking care. Leave me alone! I mean it this time.

Lightskin & Corny MSG: 😂 fine.

You should be happy that he agreed but the one word reply had you throwing your phone somewhere in the mess of your bed covers and then proceeding to scream into your pillow. Lewis Hamilton was the bane of your existence and with passing moments, you were coming to regret ever crossing the line of professionalism with him. He was addictive and he had you hooked; however, for the past four months you had been trying to get rid of him.

Like any addiction, Lewis was extremely bad for you in every possible way. He confused you and made you doubt your feelings time and time again. You had always been a person who always listened with their intuition but for some reason when it came to Lewis, all he had to do was give you that dazzling smile of his as he shook your hand and all the warning signals were ignored. You should have known that it was going to be a disaster waiting to happen but you ignored it anyway. The fact that his name was consistently in gossip blogs connected to a different person damn near every week should have been the greatest red flag. In the land of Hollywood and fame, nothing was ever too far away from the truth.

However, with each studio session the two of you had when it was just the two of you, you saw parts of him only a handful of people were privy to and you began to fall for it. Then one night, left alone to the charms of a man who could bend anyone to their will, you shared a passion that sealed your fate.

FLASHBACK - Ten Months Ago -

“Fun fact, this is probably the fastest, I’ve over completed a song.” Lewis confessed as he tuned his guitar. The D’usse you had been sipping on had left a buzz in its wake, making you more relaxed than typical.

“Well that’s because we work so well together. From the very first session, we’ve been bouncing off each other like we have known each other for years.”

Lewis looked up at you, licking his lips and smiled. “We do have that chemistry don’t we?” He quirked his eyebrow upwards as you felt his eyes trail down your body before coming to linger on your lips, then finally meeting your eyes. His attention on you made you giddy and a giggle left your lips as a wave of warmth rushed through you.

“Do you say that to all the women you closely work with?” You chewed on your bottom lip as you felt yourself being drawn closer to him. You didn’t want to be but the atmosphere was just right. The both of you were buzzed and the already built up tension was threatening to explode and the way he was looking at you wasn’t helping.

“No I don’t actually. There’s something about you.” From the deep tone of his voice, you knew that you were affecting him just as much as he was affecting you. You took a deep breath to try and control the bundle of emotions threatening to burst. Your stomach clenched as desire began to grip every fibre of your being.

“Stop looking at me like that?” You whispered. Lewis no longer focused on his guitar, had moved it away from him and to the side.

“Stop looking at you like what?”

“Like you want to eat me up.”

Lewis groaned as he shifted closer to you. “I do want to eat you up. Would you let me, Angel?” Your thigh shuffled closer to brush against his as you felt the back of his fingers caress the length of your neck. You were getting lost in his eyes and the logical part of you was telling you to pull away, to stand up and leave but you were doing nothing of the sort. Too turned on, you nodded your head to his question before closing the gap in between you. When his lips touched yours, you knew that it was over. Whatever fight that you had left in you was lost. His lips were so soft and they felt so good against yours. The kiss was slow in the beginning but you fell into a rhythm, Lewis dominated your senses. He grabbed both sides of your head before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He growled and became more insistent, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

You held onto him as you felt yourself drowning and never wanting to come up for air. Your hands wandered into his hair as you tugged on his bottom lip. When he moaned, you felt proud to illicit such a sound from him. He slowly pulled away but he kept his lips close. His thumb caressed your swollen bottom lip before inching forward for one more kiss.

“Now that I know what you taste like, I think I’m going to get addicted.”

—

That was how your whirlwind of a relationship began. You guys made magic together, sex or music - what thetwo of you made was so passionate and explosive. The world could see the chemistry that blossomed when the two of you were together … but they could also see how it wasn’t good for either of you. Lewis was a massive commitment phobe and the only priority in his life was his music and career. There wasn’t any space for much else outside of his family and his close friends.

How he managed to fit you and all the other women he was rumoured to be in entanglements with was a mystery to you. It made you feel dirty that all he wanted from you was sex and your musical capabilities. It ate at you how little restraint you had when it came to Lewis. Your jealousy always got the better of you and whenever your friends sent you link after link to gossip blogs who plastered pictures of Lewis all hugged up on someone, it sent you into a frenzy.

It was like a direct hit to your heart.

It left you so enraged that you would message him that it was over but it never stuck. This time however, something had changed. You had admitted that you loved him and you hadn’t meant to. At the time, you were sick and he had spent the day taking care of you. He was playing with your hair and it just slipped out. He never said anything in response and then the next day he reminded you that he couldn’t give you more than what he was giving you now. And finally you forced yourself to accept it for what it was.

It had been more than four months since then and now he was reaching out to you like nothing had changed between the two of you. You were doing great without him, you told yourself. He did not have ownership over your heart and if he wasn’t going to give you what he wanted then you were going to find someone who did.

Pushing Lewis to the back of your mind, you prepared to go to dinner with a group of friends. The restaurant La Patissiere was new to the area but was quickly becoming popular amongst your peers. Your freshly done goddess locs were parted to the sid, highlighting your bronzed cheekbone. The silk green dress you chose to wear was short with a slit on your right thigh. It was a little risque but it had been a while since you had dressed up so you wanted to enjoy yourself. Blood orange heels wee on your feet to match the pop of colour on your lips,

You looked good and you felt good.

Knowing that you would be drinking, you decided against driving yourself and had your bodyguard drive you to the restaurant. As you left the car, you told Mike that you would call him when you needed him as if it was his day off after all and you didn’t want to bother him. The night was still young thus not a lot of paparazzi were crowding around the entrance of the building but you were sure that they would pick up in numbers as the night went on.

“Finally! YN is here! What took you so long?” Your friend Ashley said as she stood up to greet you. You rolled your eyes as you hugged her.

“Fashionably late as always darling.” You responded with a giggle.

“We were about to order without you” She replied, causing you to blush. You were not late by any long stretch but Ashley had always been for the theatrics. That was why she chose acting as a profession. From Ashley, you moved to greet all of your friends dotted around a table until you came to a face that you didn’t know.

“YN, this is Broderick, he just moved into the area.” Ashley introduced you. “Recently single.” She whispered underneath her breath for only you to hear which caused you to smile. “So be nice.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before you paid attention to Broderick. He was attractive, that was for sure. His skin was a dark and rich melanin - so smooth that you were very tempted to touch it. His hair was shortly trimmed with the sides faded. Your eyes fell to his beard that was thick and healthy and you hated yourself for fantasising about how it would feel against the skin of your thighs.

“Nice to meet you.” You reached your hand forward.

He grinned and his teeth were so bright, you couldn’t help but be impressed at the upkeep. When his hand shook yours, the grip made you focus on how large his palm was. Granted that they would be because of his tall stature. The physical attraction to Broderick was instant but it took you for a spin and you liked it.

“Nice to meet you too.” He replied, his hand was still in yours and the fact he hadn’t let go spread warmth up the track of your spine.

Yeah, tonight was going to be good.

As much as you were engaging with everyone and enjoying the atmosphere, your attention kept getting called back to Broderick. As a divorce lawyer, he had many entertaining stories about his clients and hearing his laughs made your stomach flatter. It had been such a long time since another man had made you feel the way that you were feeling now.

It was such a refreshing welcome.

He was sitting opposite you but the both of you were leaning into each other with your elbows on the table. It was bad decorum but it was the only way you could hear Broderick above the loud chatter of your group of your friends. That was what you were telling yourself anyway.

“So Miss YN, tell me. Are you single?” He asked.

The giggle that left your lips couldn’t be stopped as you dropped your eye contact. However, you lifted your head and met his eyes yet again.

“It’s complicated.”

Broderick raised his eyebrow and then licked his bottom lip. “Like how complicated?”

“Like I’m untangling myself and trying to move on, type of complicated.”

“Hmmm.” He seemed to contemplate what you had said and it made you a little nervous. You were finally putting yourself out there and you kind of needed this. You like Broderick and even if it did not last more than tonight, it didn’t matter, you were just up for some fun.

“Is it too complicated that you can’t go for dinner with me one on one?”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from grinning. “No, not at all.”

“Good.”

Feeling giddy, you chewed on your bottom lip and your bashful behaviour made him chuckle. Without a moment’s breath , the two of you went back into your regular conversation. So lost in your joy, you failed to notice the commotion by the door. Despite all the fangirling and the flashing of the cameras, you were more focused on your waiter refilling your glass of chardonnay.

Then you heard his name being yelled out. By Broderick of all people.

The spit dried in your throat and your heart stopped beating. Your eyes widened in surprise as you reached for you glass of wine and downed half of your drink. You tried to mask your reaction and you prayed that nobody had seen you. Outside of your female friends, the rest of your group were not aware of your tumultuous situationship with Lewis. It did not help that the way they were looking at you was causing you to internally panic.

Then you watched as Broderick got up from his chair and walked over to Lewis, greeting him with a wide hug, like long lost brothers.

What. The. Fuck.?! How in the hell did they know each other?! The questions ran frantically in your mind but all it did was bring tension to your temples. From the corner of your eye, you watched as the two of them hugged and then began to enthusiastically speak to each other.

You met Ashley’s eyes and she mouthed to you “What the fuck!” but you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Excuse me.” You called out to the waitress for your table. She stopped and paid attention to you.

“What can I get for you?”

“Can I please have a couple shots of tequila please?”

“Sure! I’ll get those for you.”

“Thank you.”

You could hear your heart pounding as you watched the two men return back to the table and Lewis’s eyes fell on you immediately. His blonde blonde braids were falling freely but they did nothing to hide his beauty and the look of adoration in toffee brown eyes. He was dressed in all black. Some pants and a linen button down shirt underneath his baggy denim jacket. Always the sucker for monochrome but he always made it look good.

Your eyes followed him as everyone welcomed him to the table, your friends keeping it cordial - which was a surprise to you - Ashley and Brandy especially being the top people telling you how much of an asshole Lewis was, were all smiles and kisses on the cheeks. It was all for the hospitality but you knew it was all for show. You hoped that it was.

When it came to you, Lewis did not hesitate to take the empty seat that was beside her. You took a deep breath as your eyes met and a small smile of longing and upon instinct, his hand fell on your lap. Your breath hitched in your throat as the light squeeze of your flesh alerted to you that he had no intention of drawing his hand away.

The familiarity of his warmth made it hard for you to push his hand away. The emotions you had been trying to bury were crawling to the surface. After four months of not seeing each other, seeing his eyes staring down at you hindered all of the effort that you had made.

“Angel..” He whispered your nickname. Your eyebrows furrowed as you willed yourself not to cry. It felt like it had been an eternity since you had heard that nickname. Like it had been for so many days and nights, the name ‘daddy’ laced your lips. But you had to swallow that will.

“Lewis.” You whispered his name and gave him a small smile in return. You hated just how fast your heart was beating being in his presence.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented you which made you smile. Hearing that from him always brought a smile to your face.

“Thank you. You look handsome yourself.” You politely replied. You were slipping into the black hole that was Lewis. You reached for your tequila shot and threw it down your throat quickly in hopes that the alcoholic burn would snap you back to your senses.

Well that was much easier said than done when Lewis completely hijacked most of the attention of the group. Sure, everyone was off in their own clutters but Lewis was the centre of attention. And you were handling it all pretty well on the outside considering just how much you were internally panicking due to the fact that his hand was still on your lap and was progressively inching up higher and higher.

“Can you please move your hand from my lap please?” You leaned towards him to whisper into his ear. Lewis chuckled softly.

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because we haven’t spoken to each other in four months and the first thing you do when we see each other is just touch me like nothing ever happened.” You gritted through your closed teeth.

“If you didn’t want me to touch you, you wouldn’t have let me. Be honest with yourself Angel.” You took a deep sigh knowing that there would be no retort as he was right. His touch always made you feel the safest and you would never fight him on that.

“Well it’s inappropriate because we’re in public and amongst our peers.”

“Hmm, is it?” I remember a time where we were dry humping in public and you would have rode my dick in the middle of the club if I had asked you to. Now if it’s just my fingers that you’re worried about?”

He raised his eyebrow, licking his bottom lip as his fingers traced your panty line.

“If I remember correctly we ended things we don’t want the same things.”

“I thought I didn’t -.”

“No!” You quickly interjected “Don’t say what I think you’re about to say. Don’t fuck with my head like that.”

“I wanted you Angel. I still want you.”

“But not in the way that I need right?” You scoffed as you reached for your wine glass and sipped on the beverage a little. Lewis cleared his throat as he leaned back into his chair and turned so that his lips were even closer to your ear.

“You think Broderick is going to give you what you need?” At the mention of the other man’s name you gasped - mostly due to Lewis having moved your thongs to the side and slid a finger into your cunt. You quickly covered your gasp with a slight cough.

“Yeah I see how he’s looking at you. How’s been looking at you the whole night - he thinks he has a chance with you huh? But you think he’s going to fuck you like me Angel? You think he’s going to make you cum so hard that you lose your senses? Tell me.” His words were so softly spoken as he thrusted his fingers. Subtle enough to not cause a scene but with just the amount of pressure that had you creaming all over his fingers.

You were trying so hard to control your breathing so as to not give away what was going on beneath the table cloth.

However it was too late for cover ups. From across the table on the opposite end, Ashley and your other friend, Brandy were giving you a knowing look. Abruptly, you shoved Lewis’s hand away from you and then stood up, adjusting your dress.

Broderick tore his eyes from the friend that he had been talking to and looked at you with a worrisome expression.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yes! I just need to go to the ladies.” You paced away from the table and you tried to ignore Lewis’s burning glare at the back of your head as you walked away.

You burst through the door of the bathroom and threw your purse onto the counter.

You were so fucked!

The assault of feelings on your mind was absolutely not needed. You had gone from being certain that you were ready to move on from Lewis to going right back to square one with just one look and a few touches.

“God, you’re fucking pathetic!“ You scolded yourself. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths to help calm yourself. The bathroom door quickly burst open before being shut. You lifted your head and met his dark eyes through the mirror as he was leaning against the door.

“What do you want?”

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t, I’ve said all that I needed to say to you.”

“Then can you just listen to me?”

“So you can tell me that I wasted my time with you? No thanks!”

“If you actually stopped talking and listened to me -.”

“What are you even doing here?!”

“I can’t have dinner now because we happened to be in the same building?”

“You could have sat at a different table yet you came to ours and I know that you did it to fuck with me!“

“I was intending just to talk to you but then Broderick welcomed me to your table, I couldn’t be rude.”

You narrowed your eyes at him because you knew that wasn’t the truth. You had now turned your back to the mirror and used the counter for support.

“The last time I tried to talk to you, it didn’t go down so well.”

“Because you were just trying to fuck when you had a fucking girlfriend!”

“She was PR! I told you that!”

“It didn’t fucking matter Lewis!” You exclaimed. “All I was, all I ever was, was just a plaything to you. That you could call whenever you felt like getting your dick wet!” You were so frustrated that you almost wanted to pull your hair out. You stared at each other in silence with nothing but your breathing being the only audio but you stayed leaning your back against the counter. Lewis approached you as he spoke.

“I won’t lie to you and say that I don’t love having sex with you Angel. I love it because of all the feelings that come with it. From the very first day, I knew what our connection was so I only offered sex because that’s all i could afford to give you without facing the reality that what we have is deeper than that.”

“Stop saying things I wanna hear. You’re only saying this because you want to have access to me.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true. I’m saying it because I fucking miss you! It’s not even about the sex. I miss the companionship you offered, the ability you had just to see me and not the celebrity. For some fucking reason you wanted all of me and accepted me without judgement.”

“What are you saying?” You whispered as tears welled up in your eyes as you felt his hands touch at your waist and try to pull you in but you placed your hands on your chest. The fabric of his shirt was scrunched up beneath your fingers.

“I’m saying that I want it all. I want everything that comes with being with you.” he mumbled as he tried to look into your eyes but your head was facing down. The gravity of his words wrapped around your heart and began to squeeze. In complete disbelief, you shook your head. You didn’t want to believe it - after waiting for so long to hear these words from him, now that they had come, it felt surreal.

And that made you angry.

Why did it always take the person leaving for their partner to realise their worth? Lewis hated commitment and you knew that but the deepest part of you hoped that you’d be the one for him. And now he was telling you and you didn’t want to believe it.

Lewis cradled your cheeks and forced you to look into his eyes and you hated just how much sincerity you could see in his eyes. The feel of his fingers on your skin left a trail of flames in their wake. His thumb rubbed on your bottom lip, parting them softly before he brought his lips closer to yours.

“I hate you.” You confessed. It was the biggest lie but your feelings were too jumbled up and it was all his fault. Your breaths mingled, tempting you to close that small gap in between you. Lewis stopped the words from coming out of your mouth again by covering your lips with his. You moaned softly as you finally got to taste him again. His tongue lunged into your mouth, drinking all of you. He wasted no time as he lifted you up and set you down on the counter and pushed through your parted legs. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs and pushed the hem of your dress up to your hips. You gasped as you felt Lewis fiddle with your thongs and slide a finger into your cunt.

Everything was rushed but it was electrifying. You wanted to tear at his clothes but a faint part of your clouded mind was acutely aware of your location. You tugged at his belt, frantically trying to take it off as his fingers pressed on your g-spot, bringing you closer to climax.

When your hand finally got through his boxers and grabbed his hardness into your palm, you groaned. The urgency increased as you pushed his pants down just enough to free him. Lewis tugged you closer and rubbed the tip of his dick against your opening. You gasped as he thrusted his hips forward, swiftly sliding into you.

“Fuck.” He groaned softly, his words brushing your lips.

“I hate you!” You hissed as he pulled back on your throat. His chuckle sounded so delicious with his lips close to your ear.

“You may hate me but you love fucking me, don’t you Angel.” His hips were thrusting hard and fast and you were struggling for air with his grip around your neck. You gasped as your knuckles tightened on their hold of the counter.

“You love fucking me back.” He growled, biting on his lip. He leaned backwards as he watched you meet his pounds, stride for stride. The way you creamed all over his dick was a contradiction to your spoken words. You may hate him but your pussy loves him and he’ll take that.

Like he was reading your mind, he hooked your legs into his arms and pounded into you harder and faster as he could. Your eyes widened and the ferocity of his thrusts which caused your body to rattle and nearly slip off the counter. You buried your face into the crook of his neck in hopes to silence yourself but you ended up sinking your teeth into the flesh of his neck. You drank in the urgency of his thrusts, your walls sucking him in and threatening to drown his cock.

“You’re so fucking wet. Always wanting to drench my dick in your cum don’t you Angel?’ He groaned as he placed kisses on your shoulder.

“Lewis!” You moaned as he pressed on your g-spot. You felt his fingers weave through your hair and tug your head away from his neck. He held your chin beneath his fingers and forced you to look into his dark eyes.

“Nothing has changed, baby. You know what to call me when I’m deep inside this pussy.”

“Daddy!” You gasped as he fucked you harder, the pressure mounting up at the pit of your stomach. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head as your pussy tightened around him. Your breathing became erratic the more he fucked you into oblivion and forced your orgasm to the forefront. His hand that was still in your hair pulled on the strands as his thrusts became staggered.

“If you don’t stop squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna be able to pull out.” He hissed as the drag of your walls along his length threatened his restraint. You nibbled his jawline, letting your teeth graze his skin slightly.

“Please cum with me.” You whimpered as you let your legs fall to his waist and then wrap around him, trapping him in between your legs. Lewis grunted against your mouth before capturing your lips into a heated kiss as his thrusts became sloppy. The two of you moaned as your climaxes melted into each other and filled you up.

Lewis didn’t move from in between your legs as your breathing slowed down. His hands came to your cheeks, caressing your skin and moving your hair out of the way as he admired you.

“Come back to mine with me.” He whispered. You sighed as you dropped your legs away from his body and sat up straight. He moved away from you a bit but he fixed your thongs and let his fingers tease you once again which caused you to jerk and give you a mean glare.

“I can’t. I promised my girls a night with them and you’re already ruining it.” You scolded him which caused him to chuckle.

“But if Broderick asked you to leave with him, would you have said yes?” He quirked his eyebrow.

“So what if I did?” You sassed. “I’m not your girlfriend remember?”

“Yet.” You blushed at his declaration. “You have my cum dripping out of you right now so this little attitude you’re trying to give me won’t work.”

“I still can’t come home with you.” You pushed his body away from yours as you hopped down from the counter and began to fix your appearance. You looked at the bite mark on your shoulder. It was faint but you still made sure that it was covered by your long locs before moving to clean your makeup and re-apply your lip-gloss. Lewis pressed his body against yours and a soft gasp left you when you felt the hardness of his print on the curve of your ass.

“How are you still hard?” His hand wrapped around your throat before softly tilting your head to the side so that your neck was exposed to his lips. Your eyes flattered close as his lips left kisses on your skin, the way his tongue tickled your nerves making you to be aroused yet again.

“Because I’m not done with you just.” He mumbled into your ear before moving his other arm to be secured around your waist. “A quickie in a bathroom is not enough to feed me what I’ve been craving for months.”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to explore every inch of you like the very first time. I want you screaming my name so loud I want my neighbours wondering what the fuck is going on. I want you bound and completely helpless at my mercy. All your little tantrums have been piling up and you’re in need of a punishment and it’s due very soon.”

Lewis left you in the bathroom with your legs buckling at the knees and you stayed in there for a few more minutes before you finally collected yourself and walked out of the bathroom and strutted back to your table. The boys were around Lewis shaking their hands as he was saying their goodbyes and as you sat down at your chair that had Ashley and Brandy beside it. Your ears perked up when you heard Lewis speak up.

“Why are you leaving so soon? You barely ate and the night had barely started.”

“I’m just not feeling it tonight but I’ll hit you guys up later.” His eyes briefly scanned over you which sent a wave of flush down your spine. You turned away from him and you were met with the all knowing stares riddled with slight judgement from your friends.

“What happened to it’s over between us. I won’t ever go back to him.” Brandy mocked your voice which caused you to groan and hide your face in your hands. You couldn’t even explain your actions to your closest friends, let alone yourself. Whenever you were around Lewis, it was always action and then you thought about the things you did later.

“Guys please. I’m just trying to figure this shit out myself. I really don’t know what I’m doing.” You whispered.

“Well one thing is for certain, that man is not letting you go and it seems like you don’t want to be let go either.”

–

The group did not stay at the restaurant for long and decided to travel to one of the guy’s, Teddy’s mansion as he had the best space and the best booze. It did not take long for your small gathering to turn into an impromptu party as more and more people were invited. As much as you were enjoying yourself and the time that you were spending with your friends, your mind kept drifting back to Lewis. Each time that you crossed your legs, you could still him in between your thighs stretching and filling you up.

The more you thought about him, the more champagne you drank to try and ignore the bubbling of feelings inside of you. As much as you tried to just focus on the physicality of your relationship, you knew that there was more to it. Lewis pretty much confirmed it to you in the bathroom and a part of you wanted to be petty and deny him but why would you when you were finally getting what you wanted.

You were sitting by the pool on the sun bed as you took the time to sit and reflect on everything that had transpired. Your feelings for Lewis were like waves crashing into the shore of your ocean over and over again, only taking a break to retreat before coming back full force. There was never truly a break and it suffocated you but you loved the way it made you feel. To be fully immersed in those feelings is what pushed you into wanting more of your connection with Lewis.

Everything about your bond was passion in its rawest form. An intertwining so rare, especially in the times you were in, amongst the people you lived and worked with. You cherished that tremendously and that was why it was so hard for you to let go of Lewis and just move on from him.

“YN.” You heard your name and you lifted your head up and saw Broderick approaching you. You gave him a smile as he came to sit beside you.

“You okay out here? You’ve been in your own bubble lately.” He commented.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things that just came onto me all at once.”

“Has that got anything to do with Lewis spontaneously showing up at dinner tonight?”

“Broderick.” You sat up straight and looked at him with a solemn expression on your face.

“Is he your complication?” He questioned you. Your shoulders dropped and you looked at your fingers, fiddling with them. “It’s okay if he is.”

You sighed softly, chewing on your bottom lip as you shifted your gaze away from him. You nodded your head in agreement. “It started over a year ago and everything was intense from the beginning. But such is life when your heart decides to fall for someone like him.”

“I can understand why you did. I’ve known Lewis for a while and this is the first time in a long time, I’ve seen him hung up over anybody.”

“How do you know Lewis by the way?”

“When he first moved out to the city, I bumped into one of his close friends Daniel and we just sparked a friendship of sort, I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders before a short silence blanketed you. “I should have known that he was the complication. You looked uncomfortable when he showed up and then the two of you disappeared for ages with him leaving right after.”

Heat warmed your cheeks as the memory of Lewis fucking you on that counter flashed in your mind. “I wasn’t expecting him to be there and at that point I had been trying to move on from him but that is easier said than done.”

“You know in good conscience, I can’t take you to dinner anymore right?”

“Why not?”

“I saw the way he looked at you and you him. I don’t want to come in between that.”

“Ugh, why can’t you be a bad guy and just compete?”

“Because I would never truly win would I? I would just be a distraction.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.” You mumbled to yourself which caused the both of you to laugh.

“If you think it’s worth it, then give yourself the chance to explore what it could be.”

“What if it blows up in my face?”

“What if it doesn’t?”

Broderick parted ways with you by placing a kiss on your cheek and promising to stay friends. You could have screamed because an opportunity to move on had been closed but Broderick was right. Lewis had an unmatched hold over you and fighting that was a useless battle. There was no denying it anymore, especially to yourself - you wanted Lewis and he wanted you.

Like kismet, your phone began to vibrate, indicating that you were receiving a call. You took your phone out of your bag and saw Lewis’s contact ID flashing across your screen. You sighed as you picked up after the fourth ring.

“What?”

“Angel.” He groaned softly. You sat up straight, immediately knowing what the tone of his voice meant.

“Lewis…”

“I can’t stop thinking about you sweetheart. I keep thinking about you bouncing up and down on my dick. But the way you felt around my cock tonight, fuck Angel, I need you so much.”

You could hear the faint sound of his hand stroking his cock and your legs clenched at the visual.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“All I kept thinking about how beautiful you looked in that dress and how much I wanted to fuck you in front of everyone. Let them know that you’re mine.”

“You’re so shameless.”

“When it comes to you, I lose all my senses.” Lewis confessed. “I just want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

You chewed on your bottom lip the more he spoke but you could feel the heaviness of his need. He was whimpering to you, asking for you and begging for you. As much as you tried to ignore him, he was all you felt.

“I don’t want to come without you baby. I wanna cum all over you.” He groaned. Your eyes closed as you listened to him pleasure himself. Lewis was pulling out all the stops to make sure that you ended up back at his place. He was masturbating on the phone to you and you were losing all of your composure, He groaned in your ear once more you stood up and began to pace.

“Talk to me baby, let me hear your voice.”

“Lewis…”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m outside by the pool at Teddy’s place.”

“Good. I want you to hear me cum Angel.” Lewis had always been vocal and that was one thing that you had always loved about him. Hearing him whimper your name as he fucked his fist was the ultimate fantasy. You could feel yourself creaming and you were so turned on that the fabric of your dress brushing against your nipples sent shivers down your spine.

“Fuck I’m coming, I’m coming!” He growled as he reached his release. You were panting yourself as Lewis regulated his breathing. Your thighs were clenched but you were rubbing them together to offer some relief to yourself. You were panting in reflection of his actions and fuck you needed him. You needed him bad!

In the haze of your lust you asked him. “Where are you?”

“I’m at my place.”

“Leave the door open.”

You ended the call and rushed back into the house and grabbed all of your belongings. You knew that your friends were watching you but you didn’t care. You didn’t need to explain anything to them, they knew exactly where you were going and if they had any questions, you’d answer them later.

Skipping calling your driver, you called for an uber and luckily for you, Lewis only lived about ten minutes away and the minute the car stopped, you hopped out and rushed to the door. Even though he kept the front gate open, you scanned your fingerprint by the pad near the door and it immediately opened for you. The hallway was dimly lit but you could find your way. This place was like a second home to you for a long time and its layout was still engraved in your brain.

Finding your way through the living room and towards the kitchen where most of the light came from and you found him standing there, draped in nothing but a Versace gown. You’d seen him in far less but this still managed to take your breath away. You dropped your handbag on the counter and before you could barely move an inch, he picked you up in his arms. You moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his neck and waist. The feel of his hardness against the inside of your thigh made you cream even more, your yearning for him knew no bounds.

“I missed you.” He mumbled in between kisses as he made his way towards his bedroom.

“I missed you too.”

It wasn’t long before he was throwing you on the bed and tearing your dress away from your body. His touch was heavy with need and you fed into that, wanting more of it. Your thongs were damp with your essence as he dragged them down your legs. He groaned as your pussy came into view, still puffy from his onslaught on you earlier.

“You always look so good to eat.” He mumbled as he pushed his fingers inside of you. You gasped as your knees buckled because of how accurate he touched your spot like the two of you were not apart for months. You reached forward as you grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your tongue seeked out his as his fingers kept moving inside of you.

“Fuucckk.” You whispered as he cupped your face as he applied more pressure.

“I want you so bad. I can’t believe I almost lost you.” He kissed his words into your skin as he shifted his body so that he was in between your legs and the first contact of his tongue on your clit had you arching off the bed. And the more he licked, the more out of breath you became. He inhaled you like it was his last breath and you were the giver of his life. Your body tensed up as he moved his tongue from your clit and replaced his fingers with it. He slipped it inside of you, pulled it out and circled your clit over and over again until you were crying.

As you came into his mouth, he grunted into your cunt as he pushed your legs down further as he licked you clean. You pulled at the sheets as he re-introduced his fingers and paid attention to your clit. You screamed as your second orgasm melted into your first one.

“Daddy oh my god!” You whimpered as you began to feel overwhelmed by the pressure building up inside of you. He pulled his mouth away and slapped your pussy until you were jerking backwards but he kept you in place and made you crave for it more. But just as you were feeling yourself about to cum, he pulled away from you. You whined at the loss of contact but as Lewis flipped you onto your stomach and positioned you on your knees, you knew what you were in for.

He moved your locs to the side and sucked on your skin before he parted your legs and positioned himself in between them. You could feel his tip brushing against your swollen clit and you pushed back against him, tempting him to push inside but he kept you at a hair’s length.

“Please Daddy, I need it. I need you.” You begged as you pussy wept. You knew that his holding back was some form of punishment for the attitude you gave him but you knew that he needed you just as much as you needed him but he was always the better one at hiding that. You wore your jealousy and possession on your sleeves and if that made you a bad person then so be it.

As long as you got Lewis.

“Promise to be mine.” He whispered as he held your waist as he led himself into you, only pushing in the tip. You whimpered wanting to cry for more but as much as you wanted to rush him, you loved the way he played with you just as much.

“Baby.”

“Promise me.”

“I’m yours.” You admitted. “I’ve been yours.” As the words left your mouth, he slid into you. You cried softly. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He groaned as your walls tightened up around him. “Since that night, I’ve been yours.”

At his words, you pushed yourself, forcing him deep inside of you. The both of you shuddered before letting out a moan as he began to work his hips. As much as he wanted to fuck you into the bed, he pulled you to his chest and bent down to bring his face down close to yours before placing a kiss on your jawline and then your lips.

“You mean that?”

“Let me show you.” With kisses along your neck as he moved his hips at a steady pace, making you melt into his body, like you were infusing into one. He held you down as he began to thrust his hips faster and with how sensitive you were already, it did not take long before your orgasm was being brought to the surface.

Your fingers dug into his skin as his thrusts rattled your body. The slapping of your skin echoed in the room as sweat glistened your body. This was probably the hardest Lewis has ever fucked you and you fucking loved it. He didn’t care that your makeup was ruining his sheets as he pushed your face into the mattress. He didn’t care that your screams were being carried by the wind out into the air. He just loved the way you felt beneath him.

He rolled you onto your back before placing your leg on his shoulder as he sunk down into you. As always. He was much deeper this way and you felt everything. One hand was on your neck as the other held down your leg giving you no space to move but to just take all of him. You clawed at his body as your senses shot into overdrive.

“Daddy, wait! I can’t — I can’t take it.” You whimpered as tears trailed down your face and soaked the sheets beneath you.

“You can Angel, you can take all of me. So good for me. My good girl.”

“Please —.”

“Ssshhh Angel, you’re fucking brilliant. Taking me like this, like you always do.”

“Look at me baby.”

Your eyes opened as you looked into his eyes. You could feel the tip of his dick brushing against your spot over and over again and it left you trembling.

“You coming for me baby?”

You eagerly nodded your head as your walls clamped up tight around him and refused to let go as you came. He captured your lips once more as his thrusts become sloppy and sloppier before he was groaning into your mouth as he flooded you with his come until he buried his face in your neck and slumped his body into yours.

You hugged him and the smile on your face could not be stopped. You were in his space once again and this time you were not letting go of him now. He was yours to keep.

“I know you think I’m all words but I promise I mean it. As long as you’re willing to try, I’m ready to do it all with you.”

“As long as you’re all in then I’m all in.”

“I’m all in baby. You’re worth it.”

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Can you tell I didn’t know how to end this lol [ Because this would have gone on for longer ]

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