Only things left are some parties, so I think I’ll slowly get back to writing! Probably won’t post something tomorrow lol, but I’m looking forward to getting back into a creative space where I’m doing it out of my own volition! Once again, please send me ideas in my inbox, I promise I don’t bite! For the ones who have sent ideas, I’ve seen them, and I’ll do my best to do it justice!
While there are definitely some drivers I like more, I definitely think I can write for them all! I might just know some of them better than others! <3
I desperately want to get back to writing, but I need inspiration! Please hit my inbox with as many ideas as you could possibly think of. I mainly write Lewis, but I can definitely write for other drivers!!!
Love for the race (desire for the chase) - Chapter 1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x teammate!reader
Summary: Pre-season testing couldn't come fast enough, because you had finally made it to Formula 1. It was everything you had ever wanted, nothing was going to ruin your mood now. Not even your idiotic teammate.
Warnings: Max being an asshole ngl lol, christian horner unfortunately because I need the team principal for the storyline
Word count: 1,3K
Author's notes: Welcome to my new enemies to lovers series!! I can't wait to share this story with you guys I really love what I have so far! Chapters will for sure get longer from now on, this was just the start to set the mood. Please note that this is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. Not all characters are real, because I don't know the rbr team enough for that lol. Your race engineer Robin might also low-key be based on Robin Scherbatsky, because I was watching himym while I was working on this :) Also please note that English isn’t my first language!
If just you had known what your first year racing in Formula 1 would be like. How you bit by bit had to realise what you had thought maybe hadn’t been the whole truth. But there was one thing you knew for sure, Max Verstappen was one complicated man.
Wednesday, 21st February 2024Bahrain International Circuit, Sahkir, Bahrain
The whole circus that was Formula 1 was finally back, new rookies, plenty of familiar faces, and everyone in between filling the pitlane and paddock. The Red Bull garage was buzzing with life once again, pre-season testing finally having started up. The big change for them? Max Verstappen had gotten a new teammate. But it wasn’t just any new teammate, no, it was the first woman the sport had seen in decades. A 24 year old woman that Red Bull had gotten a hold of over the winter, as she had shown great promise in the feeder series. You. And you very well knew this year wouldn’t be easy, far from it actually. Not only as the first woman in too long, but also as Max Verstappen’s teammate. The reputation Red Bull had wasn’t subtle, and you knew it would be a challenge to drive alongside the Dutchman. But a challenge you couldn’t wait for.
Today was your first day in the car. You had just finished your first long stint, the car parked in the garage. As you climbed out of the car, you still felt the adrenaline rush course through you. Your very first time on track in this year’s Formula 1 car, and it had felt beyond anything you had ever imagined. Faster than you had ever imagined. You exited the car with a huge smile on your face, slowly beginning to take off your helmet so you could go debrief with your race engineer Robin.
The sight of the entire garage moving around in sync made you smile, the disbelief of you actually having made it to Formula 1 still apparent. Yet here you were, with your whole team. Your team. You looked around as you walked towards Robin, and saw your team principal Christian Horner stand in the garage too. Right beside your teammate.
Max was seated on a chair in front of the screens that showed your lap time data. As you pulled off your helmet you caught the sight of him, his arms crossed as he stared at the screen in front of him with a harsh look on his face. But you tore your eyes off of him, figuring he must be looking at some data.
“She’s fast.” One of the engineers said with an impressed look on his face, nodding approvingly at your lap times. The triumph on your face had been unmistakable as you had stepped out of your car, and in fact you didn’t need anyone to tell you that you had nailed it, because you very well knew. Everyone knew.
Max’s leg bounced rapidly as he sat on the chair, arms crossed and his jaw locked tight. He had never been the type to give away much through his facial expressions, but the way his eyes lingered now on the data screens told a different story.
So while the garage buzzed with activity and chatter from the mechanics and engineers, you were so caught up in it that you hadn’t seen the look on your teammate’s face that brought a deep contrast to the rest of the people there. You were focused on the electric atmosphere that your last stint had formed, smiling at your mechanics who all greeted you with comments of approval. Totally unaware of how the sight of you soaking in that praise, your head held high with that infectious smile, itched him like a splinter he couldn’t ignore.
“Fast doesn’t mean ready.” The words left his lips before he could stop them, or even think of what he had just uttered. Even though they were directed at the engineer seated right beside him, the engineer who had called you fast to begin with, his comment had been loud enough to catch the attention of others. Most importantly, you.
Suddenly all sound in the garage died out. Like everything came to a halt as if time stood still. Your head turned to look in Max’s direction, watching how he still looked at the screen in front of him.. His brows were furrowed, arms still crossed, with his legs spread widely apart. You, halfway through pulling off your last glove, paused in your steps as you glanced at him. Taking in the weight of his remark.
“Sorry, what was that?” You spoke up, much to just about everyone’s surprise. The tension in the garage was heavy now, as if everyone were holding their breath. Waiting to see what would happen next.
Max finally glanced your way, his expression sharp and clearly unapologetic. He leaned back in his chair, vaguely gesturing at the screen in front of him. It made your blood boil.
“You heard me. Quick lap times don’t mean much when you’re all over the place in the corners like that. You’re lucky it’s testing, not a race.” His voice was cold, blue eyes piercing their way straight into your soul. Your stomach twisted at his words, but you fought to keep your expression neutral. This was your very first day, and you weren’t about to get on everyone’s bad side for getting into a fight with their reigning world champion. Even when he acted disrespectfully.
“I didn’t feel lucky out there, just fast.” You said, your pulse loud in your ears. Yet your exterior was kept calm, and while your words were indeed stern, they didn’t display anger. “I’m not here to give you an easy time, and I’m not afraid to push harder”
The workers around you exchanged uneasy glances at the situation unfolding right in front of them. Max moved in his seat on the chair, leaning further back and resting his one elbow on the armrest. He shrugged.
“Being fast won’t do you any good when it matters. You’ll push too hard, make mistakes, and then what? The rest of the team, we have to clean up your mess just because you wanted to be reckless?” His words were meant to hurt now, like a spike boring its way into your chest repeatedly. Your jaw tightened, slowly feeling the anger bubble up inside of you, no matter how much you tried to keep it at bay. You told yourself it was stupid to fuel the fire, but at the same time you did not want him to walk all over you. Wanted to show that you were here to be taken seriously, and not just bow down to him.
“Good thing I’m not gonna make any then.” You shrugged at him as you spoke, trying to keep your cool and controlled facade. It was obvious that your words stirred something in Max, his lips pressed into a thin line, icy blue eyes narrowed. For a moment it looked like he was about to respond, to further complicate matters, but that was when Christian Horner seemed to come to his senses, and decide to put an end to this.
He physically stepped in between the two of you in the most Team Principal way he possibly could, putting his hands up to tell you to back off. “Alright that’s enough, both of you.” He looked pointedly at Max first, then turned his eyes to you and to the same, his frustration evident.
He kept his eyes on you as he spoke up again. “Good run. Go debrief with Robin.” It was clear his words weren’t up for discussion, it was an outright demand. You nodded, walking over to your engineer, Christian turning his attention to the Dutchman.
“You’re up next, let’s focus on the car, not each other please.” Horner said sternly, not moving until Max had shown he had understood and gone to get ready. But not before he had sent an extra look your way with narrowed eyes. The blood boiling in his body.
The silence in the garage remained for a moment longer before the activity came back to life, the tension reduced to a lingering shadow.
But still, this wasn’t something you were about to just let go. You thought his comments had been outright disrespectful, and they bothered you deep inside of you. There was one thing you knew for sure.
That was the day you swore you despised Max Verstappen.
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Thank you so much for reading this first chapter. Can't wait to share more with you! Feedback is always much appreciated!<3
Love for the race (desire for the chase) - Chapter 1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x teammate!reader
Summary: Pre-season testing couldn't come fast enough, because you had finally made it to Formula 1. It was everything you had ever wanted, nothing was going to ruin your mood now. Not even your idiotic teammate.
Warnings: Max being an asshole ngl lol, christian horner unfortunately because I need the team principal for the storyline
Word count: 1,3K
Author's notes: Welcome to my new enemies to lovers series!! I can't wait to share this story with you guys I really love what I have so far! Chapters will for sure get longer from now on, this was just the start to set the mood. Please note that this is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. Not all characters are real, because I don't know the rbr team enough for that lol. Your race engineer Robin might also low-key be based on Robin Scherbatsky, because I was watching himym while I was working on this :) Also please note that English isn’t my first language!
If just you had known what your first year racing in Formula 1 would be like. How you bit by bit had to realise what you had thought maybe hadn’t been the whole truth. But there was one thing you knew for sure, Max Verstappen was one complicated man.
Wednesday, 21st February 2024
Bahrain International Circuit, Sakhir, Bahrain
The whole circus that was Formula 1 was finally back, new rookies, plenty of familiar faces, and everyone in between filling the pitlane and paddock. The Red Bull garage was buzzing with life once again, pre-season testing finally having started up. The big change for them? Max Verstappen had gotten a new teammate. But it wasn’t just any new teammate, no, it was the first woman the sport had seen in decades. A 24 year old woman that Red Bull had gotten a hold of over the winter, as she had shown great promise in the feeder series. You. And you very well knew this year wouldn’t be easy, far from it actually. Not only as the first woman in too long, but also as Max Verstappen’s teammate. The reputation Red Bull had wasn’t subtle, and you knew it would be a challenge to drive alongside the Dutchman. But a challenge you couldn’t wait for.
Today was your first day in the car. You had just finished your first long stint, the car parked in the garage. As you climbed out of the car, you still felt the adrenaline rush course through you. Your very first time on track in this year’s Formula 1 car, and it had felt beyond anything you had ever imagined. Faster than you had ever imagined. You exited the car with a huge smile on your face, slowly beginning to take off your helmet so you could go debrief with your race engineer Robin.
The sight of the entire garage moving around in sync made you smile, the disbelief of you actually having made it to Formula 1 still apparent. Yet here you were, with your whole team. Your team. You looked around as you walked towards Robin, and saw your team principal Christian Horner stand in the garage too. Right beside your teammate.
Max was seated on a chair in front of the screens that showed your lap time data. As you pulled off your helmet you caught the sight of him, his arms crossed as he stared at the screen in front of him with a harsh look on his face. But you tore your eyes off of him, figuring he must be looking at some data.
“She’s fast.” One of the engineers said with an impressed look on his face, nodding approvingly at your lap times. The triumph on your face had been unmistakable as you had stepped out of your car, and in fact you didn’t need anyone to tell you that you had nailed it, because you very well knew. Everyone knew.
Max’s leg bounced rapidly as he sat on the chair, arms crossed and his jaw locked tight. He had never been the type to give away much through his facial expressions, but the way his eyes lingered now on the data screens told a different story.
So while the garage buzzed with activity and chatter from the mechanics and engineers, you were so caught up in it that you hadn’t seen the look on your teammate’s face that brought a deep contrast to the rest of the people there. You were focused on the electric atmosphere that your last stint had formed, smiling at your mechanics who all greeted you with comments of approval. Totally unaware of how the sight of you soaking in that praise, your head held high with that infectious smile, itched him like a splinter he couldn’t ignore.
“Fast doesn’t mean ready.” The words left his lips before he could stop them, or even think of what he had just uttered. Even though they were directed at the engineer seated right beside him, the engineer who had called you fast to begin with, his comment had been loud enough to catch the attention of others. Most importantly, you.
Suddenly all sound in the garage died out. Like everything came to a halt as if time stood still. Your head turned to look in Max’s direction, watching how he still looked at the screen in front of him.. His brows were furrowed, arms still crossed, with his legs spread widely apart. You, halfway through pulling off your last glove, paused in your steps as you glanced at him. Taking in the weight of his remark.
“Sorry, what was that?” You spoke up, much to just about everyone’s surprise. The tension in the garage was heavy now, as if everyone were holding their breath. Waiting to see what would happen next.
Max finally glanced your way, his expression sharp and clearly unapologetic. He leaned back in his chair, vaguely gesturing at the screen in front of him. It made your blood boil.
“You heard me. Quick lap times don’t mean much when you’re all over the place in the corners like that. You’re lucky it’s testing, not a race.” His voice was cold, blue eyes piercing their way straight into your soul. Your stomach twisted at his words, but you fought to keep your expression neutral. This was your very first day, and you weren’t about to get on everyone’s bad side for getting into a fight with their reigning world champion. Even when he acted disrespectfully.
“I didn’t feel lucky out there, just fast.” You said, your pulse loud in your ears. Yet your exterior was kept calm, and while your words were indeed stern, they didn’t display anger. “I’m not here to give you an easy time, and I’m not afraid to push harder”
The workers around you exchanged uneasy glances at the situation unfolding right in front of them. Max moved in his seat on the chair, leaning further back and resting his one elbow on the armrest. He shrugged.
“Being fast won’t do you any good when it matters. You’ll push too hard, make mistakes, and then what? The rest of the team, we have to clean up your mess just because you wanted to be reckless?” His words were meant to hurt now, like a spike boring its way into your chest repeatedly. Your jaw tightened, slowly feeling the anger bubble up inside of you, no matter how much you tried to keep it at bay. You told yourself it was stupid to fuel the fire, but at the same time you did not want him to walk all over you. Wanted to show that you were here to be taken seriously, and not just bow down to him.
“Good thing I’m not gonna make any then.” You shrugged at him as you spoke, trying to keep your cool and controlled facade. It was obvious that your words stirred something in Max, his lips pressed into a thin line, icy blue eyes narrowed. For a moment it looked like he was about to respond, to further complicate matters, but that was when Christian Horner seemed to come to his senses, and decide to put an end to this.
He physically stepped in between the two of you in the most Team Principal way he possibly could, putting his hands up to tell you to back off. “Alright that’s enough, both of you.” He looked pointedly at Max first, then turned his eyes to you and to the same, his frustration evident.
He kept his eyes on you as he spoke up again. “Good run. Go debrief with Robin.” It was clear his words weren’t up for discussion, it was an outright demand. You nodded, walking over to your engineer, Christian turning his attention to the Dutchman.
“You’re up next, let’s focus on the car, not each other please.” Horner said sternly, not moving until Max had shown he had understood and gone to get ready. But not before he had sent an extra look your way with narrowed eyes. The blood boiling in his body.
The silence in the garage remained for a moment longer before the activity came back to life, the tension reduced to a lingering shadow.
But still, this wasn’t something you were about to just let go. You thought his comments had been outright disrespectful, and they bothered you deep inside of you. There was one thing you knew for sure.
That was the day you swore you despised Max Verstappen.
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Thank you so much for reading this first chapter. Can't wait to share more with you! Feedback is always much appreciated!<3
Was gonna finish the first chapter of my Max Verstappen x teammate!reader enemies to lovers tonight… but instead I ended up making an excel sheet that was meant to be the timeline, but tbh I just tried out different fonts and stuff…
Summary: You and Lewis are best friends and roommates. Okay maybe you're also a bit into each other, but you have a boyfriend, even though he's not exactly the nicest person.Everything was fine, but what will happen after you and Lewis let into your desires one night? And how will you deal with the morning after…?
Warnings: cheating technically, toxic boyfriend, mention of, age gap, both reader and lewis are a bit questionable, the boyfriend is outright toxic, some angst i guess, message me if I messed up anything, read at your own risk!
Word count: 3,9K
Author's note: sorry this took so long to finish! And yes Lewis or reader aren’t entirely innocent still. this is an emotional mess! Also please note english isn't my first language!
In the morning you slowly woke up, dreams fading away, and opened your heavy eyelids. As you took in the scene, you realised that you weren’t in your own room. So you took up a hand to rub your eyes, feeling something wrap tighter around you at your movement. That was when you realised what had happened last night. All the memories flooding back, hitting you like a truck. The hurt from Connor standing you up, Lewis comforting you, the weird feeling you had felt as you stared into his eyes, almost like butterflies. But the thing that mattered the most. The pleasure. You had had sex with your best friend. And you had a boyfriend.
As you slowly realised the situation that you found yourself in, you had moved around a bit, which had seemed to wake the Brit beside you up. A small groan came from his way, which made your stomach do flips, though you mentally punched yourself for having that reaction. You were staring up at the ceiling when he opened his eyes, hands holding the duvet up to cover yourself. Lewis was about to place a kiss to your cheek, but that was when he noticed your facial expression. You looked lost, conflicted, which scared him in a way, as thoughts began circling his mind. Were you regretting last night? Had he just ruined his friendship with you?
He remembered Connor’s words yesterday that had annoyed him to no end. ‘Who in their late thirties would want to be best friends with a 26 year old and not want to bone her?’ He had said. A bit controversial yes, but being in the position that you found yourselves in now, Lewis felt like sinking into a hole. He wanted to be better than what Connor thought of him, actually he knew he was. But he knew how it seemed right now, as much as it wasn’t true.
Because the situation you found yourselves in now wasn’t due to Lewis wanting to blow off stream, no it was because he genuinely had feelings for you.
“You okay?” Lewis ended up asking, regretting his choice of words the second they spilled from his mouth, gently biting onto his lower lip to make sure he didn’t say anything stupid. Your eyes kept to the ceiling as you took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m okay,” for the first time you turned your head towards the Brit, immediately catching onto his concerned state. To you he was an open book, and his emotions were easy to read. The constant wall he put up, something he had learned to do after many years of being a racing driver, may fool everyone else but it didn’t fool you. You saw right through it. At least you thought you saw it all.
“Do you want breakfast?” Lewis asked as he didn’t know what to say, and sighed in relief when you nodded with a smile. Almost falling off the bed and stumbling through the room, Lewis picked up a pair of sweatpants and threw them on before making his way out of the room. You chuckled a little at his awkward state, returning your eyes to the ceiling when he was out of sight. A gentle smile came to your lips as you reminisced the night before, biting onto your lip.
Sex had never felt as good, as it had with Lewis. Normally all Connor wanted was his own pleasure, which ended up in quickies where you didn’t even orgasm. It had been so long since you had felt this good, Lewis using every possible second to explore your body and focusing on your pleasure. You couldn’t lie, being with Lewis like that had felt so natural, so right. It made you forget about all your worries, the only thing that mattered had been being with him.
Slowly you got up from the bed, and looked across the room to find clothes to put on. Your jeans from yesterday were discarded in a corner along with your panties, while your shirt was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t really want to put some tight jeans on, so you went to Lewis’ closet, opening it up and looked inside. He had so much clothes, so you knew he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed some of it. After having looked through the closet for a while, letting your fingers brush over the endless amount of soft material, your eyes landed on a specific t-shirt. It was a shirt that you knew he loved, so you instantly grabbed it, and took a pair of his loose boxers along with you and pulled it on. Catching yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling weirdly comfortable in your best friend’s clothes. The scent of him filled the pieces of clothing, a scent you found calming.
Slowly you made your way downstairs, where you found the person who was circling your mind standing in the kitchen flipping an omelette. All types of fruits and berries were laid out on two separate places, and two glasses of orange juice as well. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. Roscoe barked at your arrival, which made Lewis look up and noticed you smiling at him from across the room.
“Since when do you make such a fancy breakfast?” You chuckled a little, seeing the Brit shake his head with a giggle.
Seeing him stand shirtless in the kitchen, cooking both of you breakfast made you feel a way you couldn’t quite describe. Your stomach turned in a thrilling feeling, heart pumping faster. Yet the new and strong feeling didn’t scare you, it actually lured you in even more. It was like you were seeing the man before you for the first time. In a completely different light. He was almost shining, the sweet smile on his lips making your heart twist. “Since now I guess,” Lewis’ words brought you back from your thoughts, making your smile grow wider as you walked around the kitchen island to stand beside him.
Lewis felt his heart pick up its speed at the feeling of you suddenly being so close to him, curiously looking at what he was making. But he tried to suppress the feelings that erupted him, focusing on the vegan omelette before him. Cheekily you grabbed a couple of blueberries from one of the plates and ate them before Lewis could say anything.
“Wow, can’t you wait two minutes?” He tried to keep an annoyed tone, but in reality he just felt like kissing you. Yesterday had really screwed with his mind, and at this point he didn’t know where you were standing as a pair. Were you just friends? Were you more? Only god knew how much Lewis would give to be more than friends, but he knew better than to ruin your relationship with your boyfriend. Or at least he thought he did, because finding himself in the situation he was in right now, he realised he had ended up messing with some things he probably shouldn’t have.
It didn’t take long before the two of you were sat at the table eating your breakfast together. It had been silent for a while, both of you just focusing on your food, when Lewis felt the need to break the silence.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked rather shyly, which caught you off guard, connecting your eyes to his. “Yes of course,” you assured him, putting your fork down to show him, he had your attention. Lewis took a deep breath, mind wandering a hundred miles per second as he tried to figure out what to say and how. He knew how he felt, but he didn’t know how to start the conversation he wanted to have.
“About yesterday-“ Lewis just got to mumble out before there was a firm knock on the front door. Lewis felt his confidence crumble down, words disappearing from his vocabulary as his mind shut down. “I’m sorry, I’ll go check who it is,” you assured him, thinking that if he was left to himself for awhile, then he would figure out what to say, as you found it quite obvious he didn’t know how to explain himself. You of course knew what he wanted to talk about, and to be honest you understood why he found it hard having that conversation. You wanted to have it too, but you didn’t know what to say.
You didn’t know what to feel.
Soon you opened the door, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw your boyfriend stand in front of you, a weak smile on his lips. His hands were in his pockets, a thing he only did when he wanted to apologise to you for something, which happened more often than you would like to admit.
“Hey,” he smiled at you affectionately, his cheeks seeming to have a reddish colour, but you didn’t know if it was the cold weather or something else that had caused it.
“Hi,” you responded as you felt your heart speed up, the need for air suddenly getting bigger. Sweat was beginning to form in your palms, at the same time as tears came to your eyes. It was obvious you were panicking, or at least to you, and Connor could see something was wrong as well.
“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday, I shouldn’t have been such an asshole,” he apologised rather genuinely, which made your heart drop. Here he was apologising to you, and you had cheated on him. Not just a kiss, not a make out, no you had had sex with another man. And it had felt good. You suddenly became very aware of the fact that you were in Lewis’ clothes, and you dragged the t-shirt further down to cover up the obvious fact that you did not own male boxers.
“I know you’re very close with Lewis and you share clothes for whatever reason,” Connor pointed to you, which made you stop dragging down the shirt, realising that he had seen. “But I trust you, and I love you, so when you say he’s just your best friend, well then I believe you. I’m sorry for acting the way I did, it was irresponsible of me.”
A tear escaped your eye before you could do anything about it, and Connor watched as you fought not to break down in front of him. But he must have thought that you cried for a different reason than you did, because he pulled you in for a hug, letting his hand rub up and down your back. You moved your head around, trying to breathe properly, as being in his arms didn’t feel like it should. Though you convinced yourself you were overreacting, and that you loved him back. When Connor pulled away, he placed a tender kiss on your lips, but again you felt like something was missing. Something about the way he kissed you was off, there was something wrong in the way you felt.
“Can I come inside?” You couldn’t do anything but nod at his question in pure fright of him realising something was up.
Lewis couldn’t hear the conversation that was held out at the front of the house, and to be honest he used his time alone to figure out what to say to you. So when he suddenly heard footsteps coming back inside, he was almost ready to ingulf you in a hug as soon as you walked through the door, but when he looked up, he saw none other than Connor following you into the room. To Lewis’ surprise the younger man waved at him with a friendly smile, his arm around your waist. Though your expression was different to your boyfriend’s. You looked lost, at the same time as looking like you were on the edge of having a panic attack. Couldn’t Connor see that?
“Hey Lewis, I just wanted to say something to you quick,” Connor sat down in the seat beside Lewis, for some reason not caring about the fact that Lewis was without shirt, or surely looked like someone who was about to pass out. “I’m sorry for being such a dick towards you, I’ve just had trouble with the fact that you, a Formula 1 star live with my girlfriend,” he explained himself in such a calm way, that made Lewis feel guilty. This was a new side of Connor for sure, but he seemed genuine. He seemed to care about what he was saying. “I guess I’ve been jealous, but that’s over now, I promise.”
At that sentence, your and Lewis’ eyes locked together, silent panic seen in both, as you knew you were screwed.
Connor stayed for longer than you would have wanted, just talking to the two of you as you ate breakfast. Lewis had offered to make an omelette for Connor, as he wanted to get away from the situation, but the younger man had told him that he had already ate breakfast, which left Lewis trapped in the room. You looked even more uncomfortable than himself, which made Lewis feel bad, as he thought it was his own fault that this was going on. If he had just controlled himself, you wouldn’t be in this uncomfortable situation. You would be happy to be with your boyfriend. But now he had ruined it, he had ruined your relationship with your boyfriend in what he thought was a purely selfish manner.
But it was soon time for Connor to leave again, so you walked with him towards the entrance of the house.
“It means a lot to me that you’ve forgiven me,” Connor breaks the silence as the first one, giving you a smile. But that comment made you furrow your brows. Had you actually forgiven him? The pain from last evening was still heavy in your heart. It was one piece of many, from all the times he had lashed out at you, or straight up ignored you to prove a point. You didn’t want to do that anymore. “Connor, look, I haven’t forgiven you yet, but I do really appreciate the apology. Just please give me some time.” You gave him a sympathetic smile, hoping that this new and improved man before you would understand. Actually, you were convinced he would, because after his little speech earlier it sounded exactly like what he was planning to do.
“What, why?” He seemed confused his wall of defence high as he spoke loudly, and it made you take a step back. Your heart beating quicker. You thought of the best way to phrase yourself, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just last night Connor, so I’m gonna need some time. But if you really do change, then we’ll be good.” You still spoke in a soft tone, really trying to do your best to seem bearing and sincere.
Connor scoffed loudly at your response. “Oh come on, are you seriously bringing up the past now? I thought we were moving forward! I apologised, didn’t I?” His voice was filled with anger now, and it made you feel small. This was the Connor you couldn’t love anymore, the guy you wanted to be done with. The guy he swore he had changed away from.
“Yes you apologised for that one thing, but if you can’t see there’s more to this than yesterday then I seriously don’t know how to explain it to you.” You snapped back at him, but your voice was still not that loud. In your mind you wanted to shout, to scream at him actually. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, and it wasn’t out of love you realised. It was out of fear. Of what he could do then.
“Oh so this is just a guilt trip huh?” He almost mocked you, taking a step closer to you. You felt yourself take another step away without even thinking of it, trying to gather your thoughts. But he spoke up before you could muster out a reply. “Typical. You’re acting like I’m the worst guy ever just because I messed up once.”
You couldn’t stand there and take it anymore, because what he was saying was truly insane to you. It was as if you had been living separate lives, experienced separate situations. “It’s not just once Connor. And the fact you think it is… that’s the problem.” You finally got out, not even looking at him anymore, but instead just straight ahead. It was like you realised it yourself now.
There was nothing left about this relationship to save.
There hadn’t been anything to save in a long time, but you had kept making excuses. Making excuses for him. Allowed him to walk all over you, mistreat you. But you didn’t want that anymore. No, you weren’t gonna allow him to be that way. You were done.
“Oh I get it now. This is about him.” Connor suddenly spoke, bringing you back to reality. You were speechless, but you knew your confused look told him everything he needed to know. “Lewis. It’s always about Lewis, isn’t it? You fucking live with the guy, you probably run to him every time we fight. Don’t you dare tell me he hasn’t been in your ear about how much of a ‘toxic asshole’ I am.” He spoke with venom, pointing a finger at you as if it would make his point clearer.
That was it for you. The glass had fully shattered, and any feelings whatsoever you had ever had for him were gone. The person who stood before you was a fucking bully, and you needed him out of your house.
“The fact you go back to that shows you aren’t gonna change. This has never been about Lewis, it’s been about you and me, Connor.” You were clearly annoyed now as well, but you didn’t let your emotions get the best of you. You tried your very best to stay calm, to keep the upper hand.
Connor laughed. “Right. Because it’s totally normal for your best friend to be a guy who’s practically your boyfriend without the title. You think I don’t notice how he looks at you? Or how you always talk about how ‘great’ he is?” The sarcasm spilled from his lips as he spoke. He apparently thought he was hilarious for that comment, but you kept standing still, your face unreadable.
“You’ve told me all I need to know. I can’t keep picking this fight, and I won’t be doing it either. Cause we’re done.” You spoke clearly, crossing your arms as you gave him a stern look. Watching how calm you kept under this argument only made him more furious.
“So what, you’re just giving up on us? After everything?” He asked mockingly, but it wasn’t like he was surprised it was over. It more seemed like he was mad you were the one to say it. “No I’m finally choosing myself.” You clarified, taking a few steps towards him, which made him back out of the door. “Goodbye.” You said, and just like that you smacked the door in his face.
Walking back into the house you saw Lewis in the exact same place you had left him, the dining room table. His look on his face told you everything you needed to know. “Hey… you okay?” He spoke up finally as you just stood there in the room, looking a bit lost. You sighed heavily, forcing yourself to nod. No that break up hadn’t been a pretty sight, but it was finally over. And that meant you actually were alright. Or at least you would be.
“I broke up with him.” You said, finally looking over at Lewis properly, catching his gaze on you. He nodded at your words. “Yeah, I heard.” He admitted, but it wasn’t like it was a surprise to you. Of course he had heard. You knew that. You just let out a small chuckle, as did he, and you took a few steps towards him, but didn’t sit down at the table. You felt like you still had to take what just had happened in.
Suddenly Lewis got up from his seat, and walked towards you. Without even thinking of it, he took your hands in his, and looked you deep in your eyes. Just for a second you watched your hands in his, before looking up to meet his eyes. Those big brown eyes. “You did the right thing. You deserve someone who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He admitted, his voice full of love.
You took a moment before you answered. “Yeah? And what do I deserve?” Right now you felt a bit lost, so you genuinely couldn’t tell what you exactly deserved.
Lewis took a deep breath before he spoke again. “You deserve someone who really sees you. Someone who listens to you, supports you, and makes you feel like you’re enough every single day. You deserve someone who…” he trailed off, his voice suddenly shakier than before. It made you furrow your brows ever so slightly, because Lewis never got nervous like that. Yet you still couldn’t help but smile, his words so kind and gentle they made you want to hug him as tightly as you could. Lewis took a deep breath before he spoke up again “Someone who loves you. The way I do.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at his confession. All you could do was blink at him, not knowing how to respond.
“Lewis,” you spoke softly. His confession was huge. It made you feel magical. You could barely contain yourself, it felt like, your heart beating so fast it could leap out of your chest.
“I know it’s a lot. And I don’t want to make this harder for you. I just… I couldn’t not say it. Not after last night. Not after how I heard him speak to you just now.” His words rolled off his tongue quickly, almost like in an endless stream of mumbling. You had never seen Lewis this nervous before. You desperately wanted to respond, you really did, but you felt taken aback by his confession. Your mind was screaming at you to tell him you felt the same way, but nothing came out.
It seemed like Lewis had somehow read your mind, because he spoke up again. “You don’t have to respond. I just wanted you to know.”
But that made you find your voice again. “Lewis, I love you too.” You said, the feeling that bubbled in your chest as you said it just felt right. So right you knew this is exactly what you had been searching for your entire life.
“Yeah?” A big smile slowly appeared on Lewis’ face at your confession. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah.”
You couldn’t even tell who leaned in first. Maybe you didn’t even care. What mattered was that your lips met, in a soft and gentle motion. But that quickly turned more passionate, Lewis hands wrapping around your waist and yours around his neck. You needed each other as close as you possibly could, desperate to taste the other. You couldn’t get yourselves to break away from the kiss, but eventually you needed air. With his forehead resting against yours, Lewis whispered: “I’m never letting you go.”
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Summary: You and Lewis are best friends and roommates. Okay maybe you're also a bit into each other, but you have a boyfriend, even though he's not exactly the nicest person.Everything was fine, but what will happen after you and Lewis let into your desires one night? And how will you deal with the morning after…?
Warnings: cheating technically, toxic boyfriend, mention of, age gap, both reader and lewis are a bit questionable, the boyfriend is outright toxic, some angst i guess, message me if I messed up anything, read at your own risk!
Word count: 3,9K
Author's note: sorry this took so long to finish! And yes Lewis or reader aren’t entirely innocent still. this is an emotional mess! Also please note english isn't my first language!
In the morning you slowly woke up, dreams fading away, and opened your heavy eyelids. As you took in the scene, you realised that you weren’t in your own room. So you took up a hand to rub your eyes, feeling something wrap tighter around you at your movement. That was when you realised what had happened last night. All the memories flooding back, hitting you like a truck. The hurt from Connor standing you up, Lewis comforting you, the weird feeling you had felt as you stared into his eyes, almost like butterflies. But the thing that mattered the most. The pleasure. You had had sex with your best friend. And you had a boyfriend.
As you slowly realised the situation that you found yourself in, you had moved around a bit, which had seemed to wake the Brit beside you up. A small groan came from his way, which made your stomach do flips, though you mentally punched yourself for having that reaction. You were staring up at the ceiling when he opened his eyes, hands holding the duvet up to cover yourself. Lewis was about to place a kiss to your cheek, but that was when he noticed your facial expression. You looked lost, conflicted, which scared him in a way, as thoughts began circling his mind. Were you regretting last night? Had he just ruined his friendship with you?
He remembered Connor’s words yesterday that had annoyed him to no end. ‘Who in their late thirties would want to be best friends with a 26 year old and not want to bone her?’ He had said. A bit controversial yes, but being in the position that you found yourselves in now, Lewis felt like sinking into a hole. He wanted to be better than what Connor thought of him, actually he knew he was. But he knew how it seemed right now, as much as it wasn’t true.
Because the situation you found yourselves in now wasn’t due to Lewis wanting to blow off stream, no it was because he genuinely had feelings for you.
“You okay?” Lewis ended up asking, regretting his choice of words the second they spilled from his mouth, gently biting onto his lower lip to make sure he didn’t say anything stupid. Your eyes kept to the ceiling as you took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m okay,” for the first time you turned your head towards the Brit, immediately catching onto his concerned state. To you he was an open book, and his emotions were easy to read. The constant wall he put up, something he had learned to do after many years of being a racing driver, may fool everyone else but it didn’t fool you. You saw right through it. At least you thought you saw it all.
“Do you want breakfast?” Lewis asked as he didn’t know what to say, and sighed in relief when you nodded with a smile. Almost falling off the bed and stumbling through the room, Lewis picked up a pair of sweatpants and threw them on before making his way out of the room. You chuckled a little at his awkward state, returning your eyes to the ceiling when he was out of sight. A gentle smile came to your lips as you reminisced the night before, biting onto your lip.
Sex had never felt as good, as it had with Lewis. Normally all Connor wanted was his own pleasure, which ended up in quickies where you didn’t even orgasm. It had been so long since you had felt this good, Lewis using every possible second to explore your body and focusing on your pleasure. You couldn’t lie, being with Lewis like that had felt so natural, so right. It made you forget about all your worries, the only thing that mattered had been being with him.
Slowly you got up from the bed, and looked across the room to find clothes to put on. Your jeans from yesterday were discarded in a corner along with your panties, while your shirt was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t really want to put some tight jeans on, so you went to Lewis’ closet, opening it up and looked inside. He had so much clothes, so you knew he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed some of it. After having looked through the closet for a while, letting your fingers brush over the endless amount of soft material, your eyes landed on a specific t-shirt. It was a shirt that you knew he loved, so you instantly grabbed it, and took a pair of his loose boxers along with you and pulled it on. Catching yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling weirdly comfortable in your best friend’s clothes. The scent of him filled the pieces of clothing, a scent you found calming.
Slowly you made your way downstairs, where you found the person who was circling your mind standing in the kitchen flipping an omelette. All types of fruits and berries were laid out on two separate places, and two glasses of orange juice as well. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. Roscoe barked at your arrival, which made Lewis look up and noticed you smiling at him from across the room.
“Since when do you make such a fancy breakfast?” You chuckled a little, seeing the Brit shake his head with a giggle.
Seeing him stand shirtless in the kitchen, cooking both of you breakfast made you feel a way you couldn’t quite describe. Your stomach turned in a thrilling feeling, heart pumping faster. Yet the new and strong feeling didn’t scare you, it actually lured you in even more. It was like you were seeing the man before you for the first time. In a completely different light. He was almost shining, the sweet smile on his lips making your heart twist. “Since now I guess,” Lewis’ words brought you back from your thoughts, making your smile grow wider as you walked around the kitchen island to stand beside him.
Lewis felt his heart pick up its speed at the feeling of you suddenly being so close to him, curiously looking at what he was making. But he tried to suppress the feelings that erupted him, focusing on the vegan omelette before him. Cheekily you grabbed a couple of blueberries from one of the plates and ate them before Lewis could say anything.
“Wow, can’t you wait two minutes?” He tried to keep an annoyed tone, but in reality he just felt like kissing you. Yesterday had really screwed with his mind, and at this point he didn’t know where you were standing as a pair. Were you just friends? Were you more? Only god knew how much Lewis would give to be more than friends, but he knew better than to ruin your relationship with your boyfriend. Or at least he thought he did, because finding himself in the situation he was in right now, he realised he had ended up messing with some things he probably shouldn’t have.
It didn’t take long before the two of you were sat at the table eating your breakfast together. It had been silent for a while, both of you just focusing on your food, when Lewis felt the need to break the silence.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked rather shyly, which caught you off guard, connecting your eyes to his. “Yes of course,” you assured him, putting your fork down to show him, he had your attention. Lewis took a deep breath, mind wandering a hundred miles per second as he tried to figure out what to say and how. He knew how he felt, but he didn’t know how to start the conversation he wanted to have.
“About yesterday-“ Lewis just got to mumble out before there was a firm knock on the front door. Lewis felt his confidence crumble down, words disappearing from his vocabulary as his mind shut down. “I’m sorry, I’ll go check who it is,” you assured him, thinking that if he was left to himself for awhile, then he would figure out what to say, as you found it quite obvious he didn’t know how to explain himself. You of course knew what he wanted to talk about, and to be honest you understood why he found it hard having that conversation. You wanted to have it too, but you didn’t know what to say.
You didn’t know what to feel.
Soon you opened the door, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw your boyfriend stand in front of you, a weak smile on his lips. His hands were in his pockets, a thing he only did when he wanted to apologise to you for something, which happened more often than you would like to admit.
“Hey,” he smiled at you affectionately, his cheeks seeming to have a reddish colour, but you didn’t know if it was the cold weather or something else that had caused it.
“Hi,” you responded as you felt your heart speed up, the need for air suddenly getting bigger. Sweat was beginning to form in your palms, at the same time as tears came to your eyes. It was obvious you were panicking, or at least to you, and Connor could see something was wrong as well.
“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday, I shouldn’t have been such an asshole,” he apologised rather genuinely, which made your heart drop. Here he was apologising to you, and you had cheated on him. Not just a kiss, not a make out, no you had had sex with another man. And it had felt good. You suddenly became very aware of the fact that you were in Lewis’ clothes, and you dragged the t-shirt further down to cover up the obvious fact that you did not own male boxers.
“I know you’re very close with Lewis and you share clothes for whatever reason,” Connor pointed to you, which made you stop dragging down the shirt, realising that he had seen. “But I trust you, and I love you, so when you say he’s just your best friend, well then I believe you. I’m sorry for acting the way I did, it was irresponsible of me.”
A tear escaped your eye before you could do anything about it, and Connor watched as you fought not to break down in front of him. But he must have thought that you cried for a different reason than you did, because he pulled you in for a hug, letting his hand rub up and down your back. You moved your head around, trying to breathe properly, as being in his arms didn’t feel like it should. Though you convinced yourself you were overreacting, and that you loved him back. When Connor pulled away, he placed a tender kiss on your lips, but again you felt like something was missing. Something about the way he kissed you was off, there was something wrong in the way you felt.
“Can I come inside?” You couldn’t do anything but nod at his question in pure fright of him realising something was up.
Lewis couldn’t hear the conversation that was held out at the front of the house, and to be honest he used his time alone to figure out what to say to you. So when he suddenly heard footsteps coming back inside, he was almost ready to ingulf you in a hug as soon as you walked through the door, but when he looked up, he saw none other than Connor following you into the room. To Lewis’ surprise the younger man waved at him with a friendly smile, his arm around your waist. Though your expression was different to your boyfriend’s. You looked lost, at the same time as looking like you were on the edge of having a panic attack. Couldn’t Connor see that?
“Hey Lewis, I just wanted to say something to you quick,” Connor sat down in the seat beside Lewis, for some reason not caring about the fact that Lewis was without shirt, or surely looked like someone who was about to pass out. “I’m sorry for being such a dick towards you, I’ve just had trouble with the fact that you, a Formula 1 star live with my girlfriend,” he explained himself in such a calm way, that made Lewis feel guilty. This was a new side of Connor for sure, but he seemed genuine. He seemed to care about what he was saying. “I guess I’ve been jealous, but that’s over now, I promise.”
At that sentence, your and Lewis’ eyes locked together, silent panic seen in both, as you knew you were screwed.
Connor stayed for longer than you would have wanted, just talking to the two of you as you ate breakfast. Lewis had offered to make an omelette for Connor, as he wanted to get away from the situation, but the younger man had told him that he had already ate breakfast, which left Lewis trapped in the room. You looked even more uncomfortable than himself, which made Lewis feel bad, as he thought it was his own fault that this was going on. If he had just controlled himself, you wouldn’t be in this uncomfortable situation. You would be happy to be with your boyfriend. But now he had ruined it, he had ruined your relationship with your boyfriend in what he thought was a purely selfish manner.
But it was soon time for Connor to leave again, so you walked with him towards the entrance of the house.
“It means a lot to me that you’ve forgiven me,” Connor breaks the silence as the first one, giving you a smile. But that comment made you furrow your brows. Had you actually forgiven him? The pain from last evening was still heavy in your heart. It was one piece of many, from all the times he had lashed out at you, or straight up ignored you to prove a point. You didn’t want to do that anymore. “Connor, look, I haven’t forgiven you yet, but I do really appreciate the apology. Just please give me some time.” You gave him a sympathetic smile, hoping that this new and improved man before you would understand. Actually, you were convinced he would, because after his little speech earlier it sounded exactly like what he was planning to do.
“What, why?” He seemed confused his wall of defence high as he spoke loudly, and it made you take a step back. Your heart beating quicker. You thought of the best way to phrase yourself, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just last night Connor, so I’m gonna need some time. But if you really do change, then we’ll be good.” You still spoke in a soft tone, really trying to do your best to seem bearing and sincere.
Connor scoffed loudly at your response. “Oh come on, are you seriously bringing up the past now? I thought we were moving forward! I apologised, didn’t I?” His voice was filled with anger now, and it made you feel small. This was the Connor you couldn’t love anymore, the guy you wanted to be done with. The guy he swore he had changed away from.
“Yes you apologised for that one thing, but if you can’t see there’s more to this than yesterday then I seriously don’t know how to explain it to you.” You snapped back at him, but your voice was still not that loud. In your mind you wanted to shout, to scream at him actually. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, and it wasn’t out of love you realised. It was out of fear. Of what he could do then.
“Oh so this is just a guilt trip huh?” He almost mocked you, taking a step closer to you. You felt yourself take another step away without even thinking of it, trying to gather your thoughts. But he spoke up before you could muster out a reply. “Typical. You’re acting like I’m the worst guy ever just because I messed up once.”
You couldn’t stand there and take it anymore, because what he was saying was truly insane to you. It was as if you had been living separate lives, experienced separate situations. “It’s not just once Connor. And the fact you think it is… that’s the problem.” You finally got out, not even looking at him anymore, but instead just straight ahead. It was like you realised it yourself now.
There was nothing left about this relationship to save.
There hadn’t been anything to save in a long time, but you had kept making excuses. Making excuses for him. Allowed him to walk all over you, mistreat you. But you didn’t want that anymore. No, you weren’t gonna allow him to be that way. You were done.
“Oh I get it now. This is about him.” Connor suddenly spoke, bringing you back to reality. You were speechless, but you knew your confused look told him everything he needed to know. “Lewis. It’s always about Lewis, isn’t it? You fucking live with the guy, you probably run to him every time we fight. Don’t you dare tell me he hasn’t been in your ear about how much of a ‘toxic asshole’ I am.” He spoke with venom, pointing a finger at you as if it would make his point clearer.
That was it for you. The glass had fully shattered, and any feelings whatsoever you had ever had for him were gone. The person who stood before you was a fucking bully, and you needed him out of your house.
“The fact you go back to that shows you aren’t gonna change. This has never been about Lewis, it’s been about you and me, Connor.” You were clearly annoyed now as well, but you didn’t let your emotions get the best of you. You tried your very best to stay calm, to keep the upper hand.
Connor laughed. “Right. Because it’s totally normal for your best friend to be a guy who’s practically your boyfriend without the title. You think I don’t notice how he looks at you? Or how you always talk about how ‘great’ he is?” The sarcasm spilled from his lips as he spoke. He apparently thought he was hilarious for that comment, but you kept standing still, your face unreadable.
“You’ve told me all I need to know. I can’t keep picking this fight, and I won’t be doing it either. Cause we’re done.” You spoke clearly, crossing your arms as you gave him a stern look. Watching how calm you kept under this argument only made him more furious.
“So what, you’re just giving up on us? After everything?” He asked mockingly, but it wasn’t like he was surprised it was over. It more seemed like he was mad you were the one to say it. “No I’m finally choosing myself.” You clarified, taking a few steps towards him, which made him back out of the door. “Goodbye.” You said, and just like that you smacked the door in his face.
Walking back into the house you saw Lewis in the exact same place you had left him, the dining room table. His look on his face told you everything you needed to know. “Hey… you okay?” He spoke up finally as you just stood there in the room, looking a bit lost. You sighed heavily, forcing yourself to nod. No that break up hadn’t been a pretty sight, but it was finally over. And that meant you actually were alright. Or at least you would be.
“I broke up with him.” You said, finally looking over at Lewis properly, catching his gaze on you. He nodded at your words. “Yeah, I heard.” He admitted, but it wasn’t like it was a surprise to you. Of course he had heard. You knew that. You just let out a small chuckle, as did he, and you took a few steps towards him, but didn’t sit down at the table. You felt like you still had to take what just had happened in.
Suddenly Lewis got up from his seat, and walked towards you. Without even thinking of it, he took your hands in his, and looked you deep in your eyes. Just for a second you watched your hands in his, before looking up to meet his eyes. Those big brown eyes. “You did the right thing. You deserve someone who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He admitted, his voice full of love.
You took a moment before you answered. “Yeah? And what do I deserve?” Right now you felt a bit lost, so you genuinely couldn’t tell what you exactly deserved.
Lewis took a deep breath before he spoke again. “You deserve someone who really sees you. Someone who listens to you, supports you, and makes you feel like you’re enough every single day. You deserve someone who…” he trailed off, his voice suddenly shakier than before. It made you furrow your brows ever so slightly, because Lewis never got nervous like that. Yet you still couldn’t help but smile, his words so kind and gentle they made you want to hug him as tightly as you could. Lewis took a deep breath before he spoke up again “Someone who loves you. The way I do.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at his confession. All you could do was blink at him, not knowing how to respond.
“Lewis,” you spoke softly. His confession was huge. It made you feel magical. You could barely contain yourself, it felt like, your heart beating so fast it could leap out of your chest.
“I know it’s a lot. And I don’t want to make this harder for you. I just… I couldn’t not say it. Not after last night. Not after how I heard him speak to you just now.” His words rolled off his tongue quickly, almost like in an endless stream of mumbling. You had never seen Lewis this nervous before. You desperately wanted to respond, you really did, but you felt taken aback by his confession. Your mind was screaming at you to tell him you felt the same way, but nothing came out.
It seemed like Lewis had somehow read your mind, because he spoke up again. “You don’t have to respond. I just wanted you to know.”
But that made you find your voice again. “Lewis, I love you too.” You said, the feeling that bubbled in your chest as you said it just felt right. So right you knew this is exactly what you had been searching for your entire life.
“Yeah?” A big smile slowly appeared on Lewis’ face at your confession. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah.”
You couldn’t even tell who leaned in first. Maybe you didn’t even care. What mattered was that your lips met, in a soft and gentle motion. But that quickly turned more passionate, Lewis hands wrapping around your waist and yours around his neck. You needed each other as close as you possibly could, desperate to taste the other. You couldn’t get yourselves to break away from the kiss, but eventually you needed air. With his forehead resting against yours, Lewis whispered: “I’m never letting you go.”
sorry for my inactivity, i’ve had some tough days lately! i’m prioritising getting it’s complicated part 2 posted very very soon! i thank you for your patience<3
Summary: You and Lewis are best friends and roommates. Okay maybe you’re also a bit into each other, but you have a boyfriend, even though he’s not exactly the nicest person. Everything was fine, but what will happen after you and Lewis let into your desires one night?
Warnings: 18+ !! unprotected piv sex, cheating technically, toxic boyfriend, mention of breeding kink, age gap, both reader and lewis are a bit questionable, the boyfriend is outright toxic, message me if I messed up anything, read at your own risk!
Word count: 4,1K
Author’s note: yeahhh even though the boyfriend’s definitely the most toxic, I can’t say Lewis or reader is entirely innocent. Also please note english isn’t my first language!
There’s a part 2 if you guys want it!
The sound of footsteps walking down the stairs was heard, as Lewis stood in the kitchen of his house, making breakfast. Roscoe, his dog, reacted on the footsteps as well, and happily ran towards the noise, leaving his owner’s side. The Brit looked up as a figure appeared in the kitchen, and he was met by your tired looking face, your glasses sitting far down on your nose. Your hair was ruffled, a few pieces framing your face. “Morning,” you spoke up, clearly bothered by the light coming in through the windows, squatting down to greet the dog who was jumping up and down. Lewis smiled warmly at the exchange between you and his dog, finishing up his breakfast. When you got up from the floor, the brunette noticed your shirt, that he thought looked weirdly familiar. At last he realised the shirt belonged to himself, figuring you must have grabbed it by accident. Yet it still made his heart tingle, feeling his cheeks grow hotter. Damn you looked good in his shirt. “Good morning,” he responded after a while, taking a bite of his toast. Finally he was allowed a cheat meal, after some long weeks of working.
While tea was getting ready, Lewis and you stayed in the kitchen together, Roscoe eating away in the corner, the Brit just having filled his bowl. “Do you have any plans today?” Lewis asked curiously, his elbows resting on the kitchen island, fiddling with the cup he had in hand. You shook your head after having thought for a while. “No I don’t think so,” you answered, taking the kettle when it beeped, indicating that the water was boiling. “Why?”
That made Lewis take in a sharp breath, almost choking on nothing, as he thought for a moment. He couldn’t just say the truth. After having lived with you for six months now, the crush he had developed on you had gotten significantly worse. But you had had financial problems, and he didn’t regret letting you move in. Yeah, you were friends, co-workers even, but nothing more. No matter how badly he wanted to be more, you weren’t. Because you had a boyfriend. Lewis wanted to say he was happy for you, that he was happy you were happy, but he couldn’t say that. He was weak. Seeing you with another man broke him, and it was rather difficult to avoid your boyfriend since you lived together. That’s what made Lewis love the race weekends even more, because there your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and he had you for himself. No other man looking at him suspiciously, wanting you away from him.
“I found this really nice vegan restaurant, so I was wondering if you wanted to go there together,” he asked, trying to calm his nerves, that had appeared for no reason whatsoever. Yet it didn’t seem like you had noticed his state, as you just smiled at his invitation.
“She has plans tonight,” suddenly a voice appeared behind you, and you turned around to see your boyfriend stand in the doorway, without a shirt on. Lewis rolled his eyes at the scene, thinking your dear boyfriend made the situation seem so dramatic. You looked confused at the blonde man who had made a surprising entrance, not remembering making plans with him. “We made plans?” You asked in confusion, crossing your arms over your chest. “Since when?”
“Since thirty seconds ago,” the younger Brit said cockily, his eyes snapping towards Lewis when he heard a scoff coming from him. “Do you have a problem with it, old man?” The blonde asked, which made you look at him angrily. “Connor!” You snapped at him sternly, not understanding why he suddenly had an attitude towards your roommate. It was no secret that Connor wasn’t very fond of Lewis, something that you didn’t quite understand why. Lewis had never been anything but sweet, as he always was, but there was just something. Not that Lewis seemed to like your boyfriend that much either, but he was quieter about it. He was at least trying to be more accepting.
It was obvious that Connor was actually waiting for Lewis to answer, and when you turned to look at the older Brit, your eyes said everything. He knew you didn’t want him to answer, but Lewis wasn’t in the mood for your boyfriend’s little outbursts today, so he ignored your silent prayer. “My problem is you, man,” he said before taking another bite of his toast and walking his way out of the room. As he walked by the blonde haired man, his face showed no emotion, passing right by in the most annoying way possible.
Connor looked furious when he turned his eyes back to you, after Lewis had disappeared from sight. Even Roscoe had went with him. “Why do you live with that guy, he’s a fucking prick!” The younger Brit complained, you sighing deeply, not in the mood to be having that discussion. Again.
“He’s my best friend,” you answered, which was indeed true. Lewis was your best and closest friend, and he meant everything to you. In your darkest times he had been there, supporting and comforting you even with his crazy schedule. For multiple months he was the only reason for you to wake up every day and decide to do something, and his support made you wake up with a smile every day. Just his name comforted you at this point. He meant everything to you, and not even a boyfriend was going to ruin your relationship with Lewis, because thanks to him, you were still alive and well. “He’s more than ten years older than you for fucks sake! Who in their late thirties would want to be best friends with a 26 year old and not want to bone her?” Connor was shouting at this point, and you knew that Lewis who seemed to be sitting in the living room, would for sure hear the conversation.
You crossed your arms at his shouting, and tilted your head to the side as you narrowed your eyes, a habit you had picked up from Lewis whenever you were unhappy with a response. “Did you really just say that?” You asked him, immediately making the blonde shut up as he realised what tone you were using.
“I’ll pick you up at five, and then we’ll go out to dinner okay?” Suddenly his tone was totally different, as he was back to his gentle and calm self. A smile had even come to his lips as he spoke, reaching out to put his hands on your hips. You sighed deeply, slowly nodding. “Alright,” you forced a smile on your face, letting him wrap an arm around you, and pull you in for a kiss. Though the kiss wasn’t especially romantic or passionate, it was more like he was marking his territory.
And that annoyed the shit out of you.
Five soon turned to six, and when the time neared seven, Connors phone still going directly to voicemail, you realised that he had indeed stood you up. Lewis was in the background looking at you worried, wondering what he could do. When you broke down and slid to the floor crying, he knew he had waited too long, and reached you quickly with long steps. Squatting down, he gently put a hand on your knee, getting you to look up at him. “Don’t think about that idiot, he’s not worth your time.”
Somehow Lewis’ words hit you hard, and you nodded slowly at his words as he moved to sit beside you. His hand quickly found yours, and you intertwined your fingers, leaning your body against his. “You deserve so much better than him,” Lewis admitted as you had sat in silence for a while, him rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. In response you rested your head on his shoulder, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. “Is there anything you want?” Lewis asked when you stayed quiet, resting his head on top of yours, looking out into the house. For a while it got quiet again, the Brit letting you take your time to find the right words. “Just sit with me,” you mumbled, but Lewis heard, and he nodded. “I will,” he promised you, turning his head to place a soft kiss to your hair, closing his eyes for a second as he did so.
Your sweet scent was filling his nostrils by being this close to you, and it calmed him down. At first he wanted to punch Connor for standing you up, but right now all he wanted to do was to be there for you. Like he should. Now all he needed was that you realised who was actually there for you, while the other one was being ruthless and irresponsible.
The two of you sat like that for over half an hour, your breathing slowly quieting down. Through the time you had began to let go, and lean more into your friend, you now basically laying against him. He liked having you this close to him though. “Do you want to sit on the couch or anything?” Lewis asked as he felt himself growing a bit numb from sitting on the floor with your weight pressing against him. In a slow and small motion you nodded, which led to Lewis getting up from the floor and holding his hand out for you to take it. At last you both sat down on the incredibly comfortable couch in the house, you again not hesitating to cuddle into Lewis’ side. With a smile plastered on his face, Lewis threw a blanket over you, his arm going around your shoulders. This time your head dropped to his chest, holding onto the material of his sweatshirt.
“Why did he stand me up?” You mumbled so quietly that Lewis almost didn’t hear it, but he did, and took a deep breath, you holding onto him tighter as his chest rose and fell. “Because he’s a coward,” Lewis answered, his voice soft and quiet as yours had been, feeling that he would break the suddenly trance you had found yourselves in if he talked louder. Gently raising your head, you looked up at the Brit who held you tight to him. At your action he looked down at you, to show the seriousness in his eyes. His heart almost broke at seeing your red puffy eyes staring up at him, and all he wanted to do was hug you tight.
For some time there was just silence, as you studied his face, for what had started as checking to see his seriousness, but turned at you caught his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes that drew you in, getting lost in the sea of him. Even looking down at you from that angle he looked absolute perfect, facial features soft yet serious. Had he always looked so good? Yes, of course he had, but why did you notice it now?
“You deserve someone better, someone who knows how to treat you right,” Lewis continued, eyes still locked on each other, you slowly getting up from your position on him awkwardly, still trying to stay as close to him as humanly possible. For a moment you could have sworn that Lewis’ eyes darted down towards your lips, but when you double checked his eyes were on yours again, and you wondered if you had just imagined it. If you just wanted it to be that way. But when you saw it again, it made you believe that it maybe wasn’t your imagination, but you were in fact seeing right.
Without realising, the two of you had subconsciously moved closer to each other, now only inches apart. Your hands still had their grip on his shirt, fingers holding onto the material, tightening the hold when you felt his hand rest on your thigh. Your eyes shot up to his when you felt his lips brush against yours, your heart beat picking up at the touch. Your breath hitched a slight, Lewis’ other hand coming to rest on your cheek.
Before you knew it, he had pulled you in, placing his lips softly on yours. Both his and your eyes fluttered shut, leaning closer to each other, hands gripping onto whatever they could reach. Your fingers curled around the material of his sweater when he deepened the kiss, moving his head slightly to the side to get a better angle. His soft lips felt heavenly on yours, all worries floating away at the new sort of exchange between the two of you.
At last you broke away from each other, leaning your forehead against his. A breathless chuckle left your already swollen lips your eyes staying closed. Lewis chuckled lightly as well, his mind going a hundred miles per second, surprised by what was going on. But before he could even begin to understand what was happening, you had leaned in again, connecting his lips with yours.
This time you let a hand rest on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. In the process you tugged at his hair that was free in a bun, a small moan escaping him before he could stop it. For a second he was afraid you would pull away, but you didn’t, in fact the sound seemed to motivate you further, gripping the back of his neck again, making the Brit smile into the kiss.
His brain was slowly coming to terms with what was happening, yet the consequences of said action, was long forgotten. And not only in his mind, but in yours too. Kissing Lewis felt so right, more right than kissing had ever felt, so you didn’t think about your boyfriend, you didn’t even think about the fact that you had a boyfriend. All that mattered in that second was Lewis.
Grabbing you by the waist, Lewis got you turned around, slowly laying you down on the couch, hovering above you, with his body between your legs. Again he dove in, moving his kisses from your mouth, to down your jawline and further down to your neck. You held his head flush against you, eyes staying shut just enjoying the moment. When Lewis found an especially sensitive spot along your pulse, you let a quiet whimper leave your lips, Lewis’ body responding immediately by pressing himself closer to you.
As his kisses went further down to your collarbone, he didn’t even think as he swung off his own shirt, and helping you getting yours off too, throwing them down onto the floor. You saw the smirk appearing on his face when he sat on his knees above you, looking down at you who laid beneath him. Without saying more, he swung his body off the couch, grabbing your hand to swing you up too. You crashed into his naked chest, not getting more than a second before he pressed his lips to yours again.
“Jump,” he just got to mumble between kisses, tapping the back of one of your thighs. Obeying what he said, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, giggling as he held onto you. Your kisses continued as Lewis clumsily made his way upstairs and into his bedroom. At last he stopped in front of his large bed, pulling away from you so that he could admire your features. Your swollen lips and rose coloured cheeks made him bite his lip, feeling his sweatpants grow tighter around him. Trying to be as gentle as possible, Lewis got you laid down onto the mattress, and you crawled up towards the backboard with a smile. With a cheeky smile the Brit let his sweatpants fall to the ground, crawling his way up to where you were lying, hovering above you once again.
He kissed his way down your collarbone, reaching your still clothed chest. Looking up at you, you quickly realised he was asking for permission to remove your bra. With a little nod sent his way the clothing got removed, Lewis’ mouth and hands exploring the curves of your body. He traveled further down south in a slow and smooth motion, leaving open mouth kisses everywhere he went. At last he reached the hem of your pants, that he quickly got off you, leaving you only in your underpants.
Automatically you tried to shield yourself so that he couldn’t see you in such a vulnerable state. Though at your action, he let his hands rest softly on your thighs, looking deep into your blue eyes. “You’re beautiful, so damn perfect” he assured you, slowly pushing your thighs apart, in the speed that you would allow him. Kisses were pressed to your thighs too, him definitely spending more time there than anywhere else.
At last he got up to where you were slowly admitting you needed him the most, and he with a bit of hesitation pressed a kiss to your clothed core. Your back arched slightly at the touch, feeling desperate for relief already. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, Lewis taking the hint and sliding your panties down your legs slowly. Without anything else to do, Lewis’ lips connected to your core, lapping through your folds. You moaned out his name at the feeling, hands immediately grabbing onto his hair to keep him down. Lewis smirked into your core at the sound of you moaning his name, sucking gently on your bundle of nerves. Neither of you thought about how inappropriate the whole situation was, because after so long of denying and hiding feelings, it felt good to be with the other. Finally letting into your desires, realising that you didn’t think of each other as just friends.
It didn’t take long before a finger slid into your pussy, making your back arch off the bed, gripping tighter onto the Brit’s hair, almost pulling him down into you. “Fuck,” you moaned at the feeling, feeling the build up to your release. Lewis added another finger, pumping them in and out of you while sucking on your clit. He knew you were close, it was obvious by the way you became louder, and gripped onto his hair tighter. The whole thing turned him on like crazy, and he took himself grinding his hips into the mattress to create some sort of that friction he was desperately craving.
“Fuck Lewis, yes just like that!” Your constant moans and whimpers spurred him on, his hips doing circular motions into the mattress as you finally stumbled over the edge, cumming with a moan, skin glittering in a thin layer of sweat.
It made you look majestic, Lewis thought.
The brunette kissed his way up to your lips again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you deeply. You let your fingertips run down his chest, soon getting your way down to his boxers. In a slow motion you palmed him through his underpants, him freezing for a second as he groaned at your surprising action, wanting to feel it again as soon as you let your hands rest on his hips. Therefore he grinded his hips towards yours, letting out a softer groan this time, head moving to rest against your forehead.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked breathlessly, not sure if he could stop himself when you had begun. Of course he would stop, but right now he was so in need for you, that he felt like an animal hunting it’s prey. You nodded rapidly at his question, pulling him in for a kiss. “Yes.”
Lewis’ boxers got kicked off, and his length stood proudly against his abdomen, your eyes going wide at his size. Damn. You had a feeling that there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow morning.
Lining up at your entrance, Lewis looked deep into your eyes before pushing in slowly. You squeezed your eyes closed at the burning feeling, but it didn’t hurt, so you held onto him, wanting him closer. At some point he stopped moving, and you thought that he was all the way in, his cock already filling your walls so perfectly. So just when you thought he was about to bottom out, he pulled further in, making you gasp. “Fuck you’re tight,” Lewis dropped his head to rest on your shoulder at the feeling of your walls around him. He began to set a slow but passionate pace, holding onto your thigh as he thrusted into you. Both of you had become moaning messes, but neither cared as you were too caught up in pleasure.
Good thing you lived just the two of you.
“Fuck Lewis, feels so good,” you praised him, immediately feeling him pick up his speed at the words, his lips diving to catch yours. But the kiss was soon broken off again as neither of you were in the state to concentrate about that. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him hit you even deeper at the new position. “Oh fuck yes,” Lewis moaned, his eyes rolling shut at the feeling of you around him, getting lost in his pleasure and slowly losing his rhythm.
His thrusts became sloppier, harder, faster, but you didn’t care. In fact you liked it, as you found it hot to watch him lose control in pleasure and just pound into you. “Who’s making you feel this good my love?” He leaned down to your ear, teasingly biting into your earlobe, feeling the way your body squirmed at the contact with his body.
“You,” you moaned out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him as close to you as you possibly could. “Only you.” You promised him.
That made Lewis lose all little rational and bits of control he had left, thrusting into you at a rapid pace, while his fingers went to circulate your clit. “Are you close darling?” The pet names only made you edge closer to your release, you nodding frantically at his question, a moan escaping you short after. “Good, me too,” Lewis told you, his eyes looking for yours, but seeing them shut close in pleasure. “Look at me while you cum love,” he told you, your eyes shooting open as you found his warm brown ones.
Him circling your clit while thrusting into you, and his soft brown eyes made you tip over the edge, coming with a loud moan, holding further onto him. At the feeling of your walls clenching around him, he came too, his load spilling into you, not even thinking about the consequences, that choice could make.
He crashed down onto your chest, chests heaving and lowering rapidly, desperately trying to catch your breaths. Lewis rolled onto your side, for a second just looking up into the ceiling as he processed what had just happened. You did as well, yet your boyfriend was still forgotten all about. All that was on your mind was Lewis. His scent, the feeling of him, and the pleasure he could give you. His eyes, his smile, the little gab between his front teeth. Every little detail about him clouded your mind.
“Let me get something to clean you up with,” Lewis was the first one to speak up, gently fighting his way out of the bed, walking out of the room totally naked, not caring to get a single piece of clothing. Not long after he reappeared with a wet cloth, gently wiping you with it, and focusing a lot on your thighs that had some of his cum drip out. He wiped your thighs with a smile, afterwards throwing the cloth into the bathroom, and lying back in bed with you.
Your eyes were heavy, sleep taking over already. Lewis noticed your state, and placed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Good night darling,” he whispered into your ear, tugging you in carefully, making sure the duvet was covering you properly. You couldn’t help but smile a little at his action, finding it adorable. For a few minutes he just watched you, seeing sleep take over and falling into dreamland. He smiled widely the entire time, cheeks hurting at this point, heart fluttering as he felt more happy than ever.
Had his deepest desire been heard?
It didn’t take long before Lewis fell sleep as well, having put his arm around your waist to pull you close to him.
Neither of you had thought about the consequences tomorrow would bring.
Summary: You and Lewis are best friends and roommates. Okay maybe you’re also a bit into each other, but you have a boyfriend, even though he’s not exactly the nicest person. Everything was fine, but what will happen after you and Lewis let into your desires one night?
Warnings: 18+ !! unprotected piv sex, cheating technically, toxic boyfriend, mention of breeding kink, age gap, both reader and lewis are a bit questionable, the boyfriend is outright toxic, message me if I messed up anything, read at your own risk!
Word count: 4,1K
Author’s note: yeahhh even though the boyfriend’s definitely the most toxic, I can’t say Lewis or reader is entirely innocent. Also please note english isn’t my first language!
Part 2 is linked at the bottom!
The sound of footsteps walking down the stairs was heard, as Lewis stood in the kitchen of his house, making breakfast. Roscoe, his dog, reacted on the footsteps as well, and happily ran towards the noise, leaving his owner’s side. The Brit looked up as a figure appeared in the kitchen, and he was met by your tired looking face, your glasses sitting far down on your nose. Your hair was ruffled, a few pieces framing your face. “Morning,” you spoke up, clearly bothered by the light coming in through the windows, squatting down to greet the dog who was jumping up and down. Lewis smiled warmly at the exchange between you and his dog, finishing up his breakfast. When you got up from the floor, the brunette noticed your shirt, that he thought looked weirdly familiar. At last he realised the shirt belonged to himself, figuring you must have grabbed it by accident. Yet it still made his heart tingle, feeling his cheeks grow hotter. Damn you looked good in his shirt. “Good morning,” he responded after a while, taking a bite of his toast. Finally he was allowed a cheat meal, after some long weeks of working.
While tea was getting ready, Lewis and you stayed in the kitchen together, Roscoe eating away in the corner, the Brit just having filled his bowl. “Do you have any plans today?” Lewis asked curiously, his elbows resting on the kitchen island, fiddling with the cup he had in hand. You shook your head after having thought for a while. “No I don’t think so,” you answered, taking the kettle when it beeped, indicating that the water was boiling. “Why?”
That made Lewis take in a sharp breath, almost choking on nothing, as he thought for a moment. He couldn’t just say the truth. After having lived with you for six months now, the crush he had developed on you had gotten significantly worse. But you had had financial problems, and he didn’t regret letting you move in. Yeah, you were friends, co-workers even, but nothing more. No matter how badly he wanted to be more, you weren’t. Because you had a boyfriend. Lewis wanted to say he was happy for you, that he was happy you were happy, but he couldn’t say that. He was weak. Seeing you with another man broke him, and it was rather difficult to avoid your boyfriend since you lived together. That’s what made Lewis love the race weekends even more, because there your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and he had you for himself. No other man looking at him suspiciously, wanting you away from him.
“I found this really nice vegan restaurant, so I was wondering if you wanted to go there together,” he asked, trying to calm his nerves, that had appeared for no reason whatsoever. Yet it didn’t seem like you had noticed his state, as you just smiled at his invitation.
“She has plans tonight,” suddenly a voice appeared behind you, and you turned around to see your boyfriend stand in the doorway, without a shirt on. Lewis rolled his eyes at the scene, thinking your dear boyfriend made the situation seem so dramatic. You looked confused at the blonde man who had made a surprising entrance, not remembering making plans with him. “We made plans?” You asked in confusion, crossing your arms over your chest. “Since when?”
“Since thirty seconds ago,” the younger Brit said cockily, his eyes snapping towards Lewis when he heard a scoff coming from him. “Do you have a problem with it, old man?” The blonde asked, which made you look at him angrily. “Connor!” You snapped at him sternly, not understanding why he suddenly had an attitude towards your roommate. It was no secret that Connor wasn’t very fond of Lewis, something that you didn’t quite understand why. Lewis had never been anything but sweet, as he always was, but there was just something. Not that Lewis seemed to like your boyfriend that much either, but he was quieter about it. He was at least trying to be more accepting.
It was obvious that Connor was actually waiting for Lewis to answer, and when you turned to look at the older Brit, your eyes said everything. He knew you didn’t want him to answer, but Lewis wasn’t in the mood for your boyfriend’s little outbursts today, so he ignored your silent prayer. “My problem is you, man,” he said before taking another bite of his toast and walking his way out of the room. As he walked by the blonde haired man, his face showed no emotion, passing right by in the most annoying way possible.
Connor looked furious when he turned his eyes back to you, after Lewis had disappeared from sight. Even Roscoe had went with him. “Why do you live with that guy, he’s a fucking prick!” The younger Brit complained, you sighing deeply, not in the mood to be having that discussion. Again.
“He’s my best friend,” you answered, which was indeed true. Lewis was your best and closest friend, and he meant everything to you. In your darkest times he had been there, supporting and comforting you even with his crazy schedule. For multiple months he was the only reason for you to wake up every day and decide to do something, and his support made you wake up with a smile every day. Just his name comforted you at this point. He meant everything to you, and not even a boyfriend was going to ruin your relationship with Lewis, because thanks to him, you were still alive and well. “He’s more than ten years older than you for fucks sake! Who in their late thirties would want to be best friends with a 26 year old and not want to bone her?” Connor was shouting at this point, and you knew that Lewis who seemed to be sitting in the living room, would for sure hear the conversation.
You crossed your arms at his shouting, and tilted your head to the side as you narrowed your eyes, a habit you had picked up from Lewis whenever you were unhappy with a response. “Did you really just say that?” You asked him, immediately making the blonde shut up as he realised what tone you were using.
“I’ll pick you up at five, and then we’ll go out to dinner okay?” Suddenly his tone was totally different, as he was back to his gentle and calm self. A smile had even come to his lips as he spoke, reaching out to put his hands on your hips. You sighed deeply, slowly nodding. “Alright,” you forced a smile on your face, letting him wrap an arm around you, and pull you in for a kiss. Though the kiss wasn’t especially romantic or passionate, it was more like he was marking his territory.
And that annoyed the shit out of you.
Five soon turned to six, and when the time neared seven, Connors phone still going directly to voicemail, you realised that he had indeed stood you up. Lewis was in the background looking at you worried, wondering what he could do. When you broke down and slid to the floor crying, he knew he had waited too long, and reached you quickly with long steps. Squatting down, he gently put a hand on your knee, getting you to look up at him. “Don’t think about that idiot, he’s not worth your time.”
Somehow Lewis’ words hit you hard, and you nodded slowly at his words as he moved to sit beside you. His hand quickly found yours, and you intertwined your fingers, leaning your body against his. “You deserve so much better than him,” Lewis admitted as you had sat in silence for a while, him rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. In response you rested your head on his shoulder, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. “Is there anything you want?” Lewis asked when you stayed quiet, resting his head on top of yours, looking out into the house. For a while it got quiet again, the Brit letting you take your time to find the right words. “Just sit with me,” you mumbled, but Lewis heard, and he nodded. “I will,” he promised you, turning his head to place a soft kiss to your hair, closing his eyes for a second as he did so.
Your sweet scent was filling his nostrils by being this close to you, and it calmed him down. At first he wanted to punch Connor for standing you up, but right now all he wanted to do was to be there for you. Like he should. Now all he needed was that you realised who was actually there for you, while the other one was being ruthless and irresponsible.
The two of you sat like that for over half an hour, your breathing slowly quieting down. Through the time you had began to let go, and lean more into your friend, you now basically laying against him. He liked having you this close to him though. “Do you want to sit on the couch or anything?” Lewis asked as he felt himself growing a bit numb from sitting on the floor with your weight pressing against him. In a slow and small motion you nodded, which led to Lewis getting up from the floor and holding his hand out for you to take it. At last you both sat down on the incredibly comfortable couch in the house, you again not hesitating to cuddle into Lewis’ side. With a smile plastered on his face, Lewis threw a blanket over you, his arm going around your shoulders. This time your head dropped to his chest, holding onto the material of his sweatshirt.
“Why did he stand me up?” You mumbled so quietly that Lewis almost didn’t hear it, but he did, and took a deep breath, you holding onto him tighter as his chest rose and fell. “Because he’s a coward,” Lewis answered, his voice soft and quiet as yours had been, feeling that he would break the suddenly trance you had found yourselves in if he talked louder. Gently raising your head, you looked up at the Brit who held you tight to him. At your action he looked down at you, to show the seriousness in his eyes. His heart almost broke at seeing your red puffy eyes staring up at him, and all he wanted to do was hug you tight.
For some time there was just silence, as you studied his face, for what had started as checking to see his seriousness, but turned at you caught his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes that drew you in, getting lost in the sea of him. Even looking down at you from that angle he looked absolute perfect, facial features soft yet serious. Had he always looked so good? Yes, of course he had, but why did you notice it now?
“You deserve someone better, someone who knows how to treat you right,” Lewis continued, eyes still locked on each other, you slowly getting up from your position on him awkwardly, still trying to stay as close to him as humanly possible. For a moment you could have sworn that Lewis’ eyes darted down towards your lips, but when you double checked his eyes were on yours again, and you wondered if you had just imagined it. If you just wanted it to be that way. But when you saw it again, it made you believe that it maybe wasn’t your imagination, but you were in fact seeing right.
Without realising, the two of you had subconsciously moved closer to each other, now only inches apart. Your hands still had their grip on his shirt, fingers holding onto the material, tightening the hold when you felt his hand rest on your thigh. Your eyes shot up to his when you felt his lips brush against yours, your heart beat picking up at the touch. Your breath hitched a slight, Lewis’ other hand coming to rest on your cheek.
Before you knew it, he had pulled you in, placing his lips softly on yours. Both his and your eyes fluttered shut, leaning closer to each other, hands gripping onto whatever they could reach. Your fingers curled around the material of his sweater when he deepened the kiss, moving his head slightly to the side to get a better angle. His soft lips felt heavenly on yours, all worries floating away at the new sort of exchange between the two of you.
At last you broke away from each other, leaning your forehead against his. A breathless chuckle left your already swollen lips your eyes staying closed. Lewis chuckled lightly as well, his mind going a hundred miles per second, surprised by what was going on. But before he could even begin to understand what was happening, you had leaned in again, connecting his lips with yours.
This time you let a hand rest on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. In the process you tugged at his hair that was free in a bun, a small moan escaping him before he could stop it. For a second he was afraid you would pull away, but you didn’t, in fact the sound seemed to motivate you further, gripping the back of his neck again, making the Brit smile into the kiss.
His brain was slowly coming to terms with what was happening, yet the consequences of said action, was long forgotten. And not only in his mind, but in yours too. Kissing Lewis felt so right, more right than kissing had ever felt, so you didn’t think about your boyfriend, you didn’t even think about the fact that you had a boyfriend. All that mattered in that second was Lewis.
Grabbing you by the waist, Lewis got you turned around, slowly laying you down on the couch, hovering above you, with his body between your legs. Again he dove in, moving his kisses from your mouth, to down your jawline and further down to your neck. You held his head flush against you, eyes staying shut just enjoying the moment. When Lewis found an especially sensitive spot along your pulse, you let a quiet whimper leave your lips, Lewis’ body responding immediately by pressing himself closer to you.
As his kisses went further down to your collarbone, he didn’t even think as he swung off his own shirt, and helping you getting yours off too, throwing them down onto the floor. You saw the smirk appearing on his face when he sat on his knees above you, looking down at you who laid beneath him. Without saying more, he swung his body off the couch, grabbing your hand to swing you up too. You crashed into his naked chest, not getting more than a second before he pressed his lips to yours again.
“Jump,” he just got to mumble between kisses, tapping the back of one of your thighs. Obeying what he said, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, giggling as he held onto you. Your kisses continued as Lewis clumsily made his way upstairs and into his bedroom. At last he stopped in front of his large bed, pulling away from you so that he could admire your features. Your swollen lips and rose coloured cheeks made him bite his lip, feeling his sweatpants grow tighter around him. Trying to be as gentle as possible, Lewis got you laid down onto the mattress, and you crawled up towards the backboard with a smile. With a cheeky smile the Brit let his sweatpants fall to the ground, crawling his way up to where you were lying, hovering above you once again.
He kissed his way down your collarbone, reaching your still clothed chest. Looking up at you, you quickly realised he was asking for permission to remove your bra. With a little nod sent his way the clothing got removed, Lewis’ mouth and hands exploring the curves of your body. He traveled further down south in a slow and smooth motion, leaving open mouth kisses everywhere he went. At last he reached the hem of your pants, that he quickly got off you, leaving you only in your underpants.
Automatically you tried to shield yourself so that he couldn’t see you in such a vulnerable state. Though at your action, he let his hands rest softly on your thighs, looking deep into your blue eyes. “You’re beautiful, so damn perfect” he assured you, slowly pushing your thighs apart, in the speed that you would allow him. Kisses were pressed to your thighs too, him definitely spending more time there than anywhere else.
At last he got up to where you were slowly admitting you needed him the most, and he with a bit of hesitation pressed a kiss to your clothed core. Your back arched slightly at the touch, feeling desperate for relief already. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, Lewis taking the hint and sliding your panties down your legs slowly. Without anything else to do, Lewis’ lips connected to your core, lapping through your folds. You moaned out his name at the feeling, hands immediately grabbing onto his hair to keep him down. Lewis smirked into your core at the sound of you moaning his name, sucking gently on your bundle of nerves. Neither of you thought about how inappropriate the whole situation was, because after so long of denying and hiding feelings, it felt good to be with the other. Finally letting into your desires, realising that you didn’t think of each other as just friends.
It didn’t take long before a finger slid into your pussy, making your back arch off the bed, gripping tighter onto the Brit’s hair, almost pulling him down into you. “Fuck,” you moaned at the feeling, feeling the build up to your release. Lewis added another finger, pumping them in and out of you while sucking on your clit. He knew you were close, it was obvious by the way you became louder, and gripped onto his hair tighter. The whole thing turned him on like crazy, and he took himself grinding his hips into the mattress to create some sort of that friction he was desperately craving.
“Fuck Lewis, yes just like that!” Your constant moans and whimpers spurred him on, his hips doing circular motions into the mattress as you finally stumbled over the edge, cumming with a moan, skin glittering in a thin layer of sweat.
It made you look majestic, Lewis thought.
The brunette kissed his way up to your lips again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you deeply. You let your fingertips run down his chest, soon getting your way down to his boxers. In a slow motion you palmed him through his underpants, him freezing for a second as he groaned at your surprising action, wanting to feel it again as soon as you let your hands rest on his hips. Therefore he grinded his hips towards yours, letting out a softer groan this time, head moving to rest against your forehead.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked breathlessly, not sure if he could stop himself when you had begun. Of course he would stop, but right now he was so in need for you, that he felt like an animal hunting it’s prey. You nodded rapidly at his question, pulling him in for a kiss. “Yes.”
Lewis’ boxers got kicked off, and his length stood proudly against his abdomen, your eyes going wide at his size. Damn. You had a feeling that there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow morning.
Lining up at your entrance, Lewis looked deep into your eyes before pushing in slowly. You squeezed your eyes closed at the burning feeling, but it didn’t hurt, so you held onto him, wanting him closer. At some point he stopped moving, and you thought that he was all the way in, his cock already filling your walls so perfectly. So just when you thought he was about to bottom out, he pulled further in, making you gasp. “Fuck you’re tight,” Lewis dropped his head to rest on your shoulder at the feeling of your walls around him. He began to set a slow but passionate pace, holding onto your thigh as he thrusted into you. Both of you had become moaning messes, but neither cared as you were too caught up in pleasure.
Good thing you lived just the two of you.
“Fuck Lewis, feels so good,” you praised him, immediately feeling him pick up his speed at the words, his lips diving to catch yours. But the kiss was soon broken off again as neither of you were in the state to concentrate about that. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him hit you even deeper at the new position. “Oh fuck yes,” Lewis moaned, his eyes rolling shut at the feeling of you around him, getting lost in his pleasure and slowly losing his rhythm.
His thrusts became sloppier, harder, faster, but you didn’t care. In fact you liked it, as you found it hot to watch him lose control in pleasure and just pound into you. “Who’s making you feel this good my love?” He leaned down to your ear, teasingly biting into your earlobe, feeling the way your body squirmed at the contact with his body.
“You,” you moaned out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him as close to you as you possibly could. “Only you.” You promised him.
That made Lewis lose all little rational and bits of control he had left, thrusting into you at a rapid pace, while his fingers went to circulate your clit. “Are you close darling?” The pet names only made you edge closer to your release, you nodding frantically at his question, a moan escaping you short after. “Good, me too,” Lewis told you, his eyes looking for yours, but seeing them shut close in pleasure. “Look at me while you cum love,” he told you, your eyes shooting open as you found his warm brown ones.
Him circling your clit while thrusting into you, and his soft brown eyes made you tip over the edge, coming with a loud moan, holding further onto him. At the feeling of your walls clenching around him, he came too, his load spilling into you, not even thinking about the consequences, that choice could make.
He crashed down onto your chest, chests heaving and lowering rapidly, desperately trying to catch your breaths. Lewis rolled onto your side, for a second just looking up into the ceiling as he processed what had just happened. You did as well, yet your boyfriend was still forgotten all about. All that was on your mind was Lewis. His scent, the feeling of him, and the pleasure he could give you. His eyes, his smile, the little gab between his front teeth. Every little detail about him clouded your mind.
“Let me get something to clean you up with,” Lewis was the first one to speak up, gently fighting his way out of the bed, walking out of the room totally naked, not caring to get a single piece of clothing. Not long after he reappeared with a wet cloth, gently wiping you with it, and focusing a lot on your thighs that had some of his cum drip out. He wiped your thighs with a smile, afterwards throwing the cloth into the bathroom, and lying back in bed with you.
Your eyes were heavy, sleep taking over already. Lewis noticed your state, and placed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Good night darling,” he whispered into your ear, tugging you in carefully, making sure the duvet was covering you properly. You couldn’t help but smile a little at his action, finding it adorable. For a few minutes he just watched you, seeing sleep take over and falling into dreamland. He smiled widely the entire time, cheeks hurting at this point, heart fluttering as he felt more happy than ever.
Had his deepest desire been heard?
It didn’t take long before Lewis fell sleep as well, having put his arm around your waist to pull you close to him.
Neither of you had thought about the consequences tomorrow would bring.
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Last updated: 22/01/25
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All stories noted with a * contains 18+ themes (smut)
Lewis Hamilton
More than a one time thing*
It's complicated* - part 2
Max Verstappen
Love for the race (desire for the chase) series:
Chapter 1 – (currently paused)
Summary: you and Lewis spent a steamy drunk night together, and maybe continued it in the morning too. ;)
Warnings: 18+ !! sex, probably some swearing, piv sex, think there’s a breeding kink in there somewhere, message me if I forgot anything, read at your own risk!
Word count: 4,2K
Author’s note: guys this is prettyyyyy smutty. But what can I say, it’s Lewis, he just makes it easy to write stuff like this.
The sun shone through the windows, the calm morning mood setting. The covers felt soft and warm against his skin, the slight sound to birds chipping outside making it feel like he was in some sort of movie. Slowly he opened his eyes expecting to see his dog Roscoe beside him as he could feel the bed having a slight dip to his side. But when he rubbed his eyes, and opened them to look, he came to a surprise. Because it was not his beloved dog by his side, it was you.
Damn.
You, the girl he had been pining about for months, the girl he had told himself to stay away from because you were not meant to be. Not that you had ever told him that, no you had never had a conversation anything like that, it was simply something he had told himself.
Lewis rolled completely onto his side, the slight feeling of a headache pressing to his temple, but he did not care. All he cared about was you. His eyes locked on your features, your relaxed face expression, soft lips, blonde curly hair scattered out on the pillow like a halo, and naked shoulders visible. To him, you looked like a goddess. Heaven sent.
Small pieces of the night before came to his mind, and as slow and soft as he could, he lifted the duvet, looking down at himself. Yeah, totally naked. Quickly he lowered the duvet again, not wanting to catch a glimpse of you without your consent. So when he laid back on his back, arms coming to rest behind his head, he tried to remember as much as he could about yesterday. Wondering how he had ended up with you in his bed.
The door was opened in a swift movement, banging against the wall. Lewis’ lips were on yours the moment the door was opened, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you inside his apartment. Your mouths were moving sloppily, teeth clashing and while your hands hung onto each other for dear life. Finally the door got closed again, and he pressed you against it. His hands pressed against your hips, yours around his shoulders. Tongues were battling for dominance, something Lewis won rather early in. Your hands traveled down his chest, grabbing onto his shirt. As a response Lewis grounded his hips into yours, his mouth leaving yours to leave trails of kisses down your neck. He bit at your neck a few times, earning what sounded like heavenly sounds from you.
Looking over at you again, Lewis found reddish marks on your neck, making himself smile. He had left marks, to show that he had worshipped and made love to you. A weird feeling of heat crept up his neck, and he was rather glad that his sun kissed skin made it more difficult to tell he was blushing. Even though you were asleep, and he therefore had nothing to worry about. Looking to his other side, he came to the vision of a clothing pile on the floor. Again more memories started flooding his mind.
It had not taken long before you stood before his bed, Lewis quickly slipping his shirt off. Yours went along with it. A smirk appeared on Lewis’ lips at your bra-clad chest, finding you even more beautiful than normally. Softly he got you laid down on the bed, climbing on top of you like you were his pray. His kisses went down your collarbones, to your chest. Quickly he got the bra off, revealing the true beauty of you. Open mouth kisses were left on your breasts, as he dragged more moans out of you for each one. He found himself grinding his hips into the madras just by hearing you. Soon the rest of the clothes was off, leaving you both totally naked. You got more desperate for touch, and so was Lewis, but he wanted to show you how much he loved your body. Placing kisses all over, slowly getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. His kisses went up your thighs, and you wanted to squeeze them shut to create some sort of friction, but Lewis held them open with an iron grip.
“Please Lewis,” you breathed, and that’s what made Lewis snap, immediately placing his tongue on your clit, licking a bold stripe up towards your bundle of nerves. That he continued to do for a while, hearing your angelic sounds, feeling you react to his touch. He sucked gently on the bundle of nerves, his fingers rubbing circles around your entrance. “Oh Lewis,” you moaned loudly, bucking your hips up, to meet his touch. Lewis chucked a little at your reaction, making the feeling of his laughter tingle in your stomach. Slowly he slipped a finger into you, curling it when it was knuckle deep in. A loud moan came from you, and Lewis had to use his other hand to keep your hips down. “Oh just like that.”
Lewis’ motions got faster with time, a second finger slipping into you when he had stretched you enough. You became a moaning mess before him, a thin layer of sweat appearing on your body. “I’m gonna cum, please let me cum,” you begged, body working in overflow, every little touch feeling magical. Never in your life had you felt so good, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or Lewis that did it. But you never wanted to stop.
“Cum for me darling,” Lewis said, and soon enough the feeling within you snapped, and you came to your high. Still his fingers worked you through, curling a few times deep in. “Fuck me,” you mumbled, making Lewis chuckle.
“Oh I will.”
Lewis wondered if he should get up from the bed, maybe cook you some breakfast, but he had a feeling telling him to stay. Because he wanted to be there when you woke up, getting to hold you, kiss you, lie with you in bed for a while just breathing each other in. So he stayed, looking up at the ceiling for awhile, reminiscing the day before.
Before you knew it, Lewis had his cock by your entrance, placing a sweet kiss to your lips. “Say you want this baby,” he whispered into your ear, pressing kisses to your neck. His hips rolled closer to yours, making you feel his cock against your folds. “I want this, I want you Lewis,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to meet his. He smiled at you, taking his cock into hand, gently wetting it with your folds, before pressing against your entrance. “Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he looked you in your eyes, not moving any further until you nodded your head.
Then he pushed inside, making you drop your jaw, all sorts of naughty sounds spilling from you. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight my love, so fucking tight,” Lewis praised you, holding his chest close to yours. Your hands came to his shoulders, holding onto him. After a few seconds he stopped, you thinking he finally had bottomed you out. But just as you thought he was about to move out, he pushed further in, making you whimper. “Oh fuck Lewis, you’re so big,” you praised him as well, taken aback by how much he filled you up. By that comment Lewis moved out all the way out to the tip, just to slam his way back in. You moaned out in surprise, gripping onto him tightly. “Fuck!” You shouted, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sat a deep but slow pace.
It was passionate, and you kept close to each other, Lewis’ lips hovering over yours. His pace became faster with time, his hands grabbing onto you. His hand came to rest on your thigh, hooking your one leg up to his waist, hitting you from a new angle. You moaned loudly at the feeling, having him even deeper inside. “Oh darling darling darling, you feel so heavenly,” Lewis praised, making you moan, gripping onto him. Your moans were becoming louder and louder, at the point where you needed to worry about the neighbours, but you were to drunk and caught up in the moment to think about it. “Oh Lewis!” You arched your back, eyes rolling back, body feeling amazing. Quit what you said before, this was the best you had ever felt. Lewis’ pace not only got quicker, but harder too. What had started out as slow and lovemaking sex, was turning into the quicker and rougher kind. But you didn’t care. You only needed him.
“Oh Lewis I’m not gonna last, you feel so good,” you praised, feeling him cling into you tighter, even in your drunken and pleasure filled state picking up on the signs of a praise kink on his side. But you were not going to lie, you had one too.
“Cum for me my love, be a good girl and cum for me,” Lewis breathed out, so caught up on his own pleasure. He was chasing his own release, desperately feeling the need to cum. You felt so good wrapped around him, it flooded him.
His trusts were rough, and you brought your hands to his back, letting your nails dig into his back. A loud moan came from him, making you claw on tighter. “I’m gonna cum,” you said, your voice high pitched, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
“Look at me while you cum,” Lewis ordered, making you open your eyes, looking into his beautiful chocolate brown ones. A layer of sweat filled his beautiful face, making him glow in the light. Damn he looked good. The sight of him and the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you made you fall over the edge, coming hard on his shaft. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him pushed him over the edge too, and he sprayed his cum into you. Struggling to keep himself up on his arms, he tried to get his breathing under control.
Lewis gently bit his lip at the memory, shuffling a bit around in his position on the bed, already feeling blood flushing down south. He wondered what was going to happen from now on between the two of you. Did this mean something to you as well, or was it just a one time thing?
Before he could think any further he felt you moving around by his side, a slight groan coming from you. Immediately rolling onto his side, Lewis watched as you slowly woke up from your sleep. He watched the moment you realised you were not in your own hotel room, but in the apartment of your co-worker’s. He saw the realisation in your eyes, as you snapped your head to your side, meeting his eyes. “Good morning,” Lewis chuckled slightly, his voice raspy as he hadn’t spoken for hours. After a few seconds it was visible that you realised what had happened last night, and as you tried to lean up on your elbows, you grabbed the duvet to cover your chest up. A headache pressed on your temple, making you squeeze your eyes closed for a few seconds.
“Morning,” you said too, looking over at the man who laid in the bed beside you. Your eyes locked on his tattooed body, and your action was visible to Lewis. He smiled gently, leaning up on his elbow, holding his head with his one hand. The duvet moved a bit longer down his body, making his chest show. The lion tattoo he had on the left side of his chest, just above his heart, was beautifully drawn and you couldn’t help but look at it. “Umm” You heard him speak up not long into the silence that had rolled over you, making you snap your head up to meet his eyes. “Do you want breakfast?” Lewis asked again, not being able to hide his grin.
You nodded gently, feeling a blush appear as you realised it had been painfully obvious you had been looking at his body. Though he did not seem to care, but you still hid yourself a bit in embarrassment.
As you laid back down, forcing yourself to look up at the ceiling, you felt a gentle hand coming in contact with your arm. He let his fingers run up and down your arm, wanting to be in some physical contact with you. Breakfast was on the hold in his mind, he wanted to be close to you. You looked to your side at his action, finding his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, that had been screaming pleasure the last time you looked into them. The atmosphere was calm, and you saw the smile that immediately appeared on his lips when you looked at him.
Had he always been so beautiful?
Lewis’ hand went further, gently holding onto your side, rubbing circles with his thumb. He looked for any sort of rejection in your eyes, but he found none. You just smiled at him, leaning closer.
The silence was not awkward at all, it was comforting, because no words was needed to be shared. You just enjoyed each other’s presence. Lewis leaned over, daringly pressing a kiss to your forehead, using that motion to get his body closer to you. You smiled at his action, eyes going to his full lips when he pulled slightly away. Your hand went to his cheek, gently giving it a stroke. You both leaned in slowly, and before you knew it, your lips touched. The kiss was slow and loving, both holding onto each other.
Lewis’ tongue swept across your lower lip, and you gave him access to your mouth, your tongue gently finding his. This was not a fight for dominance, you just wanted to give all of you to the other.
Slowly you got rolled on top of him, hands traveling down his chest. Your earlier attempt to cover yourself up was gone, as the duvet now fell to the ground, both of you naked. You sat comfortably on his lower stomach, your hands running over all that you could reach on his upper body. Your kisses got even deeper, Lewis biting onto your lower lip, dragging a moan out of you. His hands had found their way to your hips, holding onto them gently. It was obvious that it took him some self control to give up the power, letting you take the control. You could feel something hard pressed against your ass cheeks, making you smirk into the kiss. “Needy are we?” You teased him, grinding your ass against his obvious erect cock.
Lewis smiled a bit shyly. “Oh shut up,” he pulled you down to kiss you again, in that way getting you to be quiet. You grinded your hips back against his cock again, earning a low groan from him. His hands came to your hips again, this time having a tighter grip on you. He guided your hips back again, needing to feel some sort of friction. You chuckled into the kiss, moving your mouth towards his tattooed neck, running your tongue over the words ‘God is Love’. Lewis bucked his hips towards yours at the feeling, pressing his lips together. You could feel he tried to take control, but you pushed him down by his chest, sitting up on him. He looked up at you slightly confused but mostly surprised. “Be a good boy and lay still for me,” you purred, making his stomach twist wanting to buck up his hips again, but taking himself in the action and forcing himself to not do so. He nodded gently, but that was not enough for you. You leaned down, your lips gently touching his ear. “Use your words,” you whispered, gently biting onto his earlobe, continuing down his neck. “I’ll be your good boy,” Lewis breathed out, feeling himself grow harder by the second. Never had giving up control felt so good.
Your lips let a trail of kisses down his chest, licking and kissing his six pack. When you got to his very defined v-line, you felt him contrasting his muscles, making it very obvious that he was he was fighting his own instincts to just fuck you into oblivion. His hands gently touched your hair, putting the strands out of your face. He desperately hoped you would go a little lower, the need of friction being painful now. His cock was painfully hard, pre-cum leaking from the red tip.
You could tense he was in the need of touch, as he was fighting not to buck his hips up into nothing, so you gave him his wish. Slowly, you got to his cock, seeing it stand in all its glory, pre-cum leaking from the tip. It almost looked painful for him.
Just when Lewis thought you were going to tease him further, you licked up the big vain on the back, all the way up to the tip, circling around the head. He threw his head back eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you. “Fuck,” he repeated over and over again, his hands finding their way to your hair, making a ponytail with his hands. You circled the tip a bit more, before taking him into your mouth. He was big, that was no secret, so it was not easy to take him fully in. You had a quite big part you could not reach, so you used your hand to pump the part you could not fit into your mouth.
From Lewis’ mouth leaked all sorts of naughty noises, his thigh muscles tensing at the feeling. You brought your free hand to his thighs, gently rubbing them to get him to calm down. He did so, and looked up to see his cock disappearing into your mouth over and over again. You flattened your tongue against the underside, making him see stars. “Fuck darling, just like that,” he moaned, hands grabbing tighter to your hair, forcing you longer down on him. His hips bucked a little too, desperately trying to chase his release. But you had other plans, because at the feeling of him almost mouth fucking you, you pulled away, leaving his painfully hard cock.
A thin layer of sweat had already formed on the Briton’s body, as he whined at the loss of contact. “No please, I need to cum,” he begged, his hips bucking up into nothing. You smirked at his state. “You’ll only cum when I tell you to,” you tried, not sure if he would agree to that, because he seemed rather dominant by nature. But you had to admit, it turned you on to have him underneath you, begging for his release. But Lewis did not go against your statement, he just grabbed your hips, holding onto them for dear life.
You knew what you wanted to do, he looked too pretty lying on the bed like that, giving up the control he so desperately wanted. Getting up on your knees, you positioned yourself over his cock. You could see the smile coming to Lewis’ lips when he realised what you were doing, his breathing still uncontrollable. When you slowly lowered yourself onto him, you both moaned at the feeling. You wasted no time before moving, riding him slowly.
“I need to cum,” Lewis admitted, his cock twitching in you, you grabbing onto his stomach to hold yourself up. “Not yet, you can’t come until I do,” you ordered, Lewis moaning at the feeling of your nails digging into his stomach. “Oh fuck you feel so good princess, you feel so good around my cock,” Lewis praised, feeling like he was at his peak already, but desperately trying to hold back. He let his fingers come to your bundle of nerves, wanting to push you over as fast as possible. You did not push him away when he did so, no you just moaned at the feeling, moving your hips faster.
“Oh fuck Lewis, you’re such a good boy, so good for me, fuck I’m almost there,” your movements became sloppily, Lewis helping guiding your movements, moaning loudly at your praise. “Fuck you’re taking me so well,” you moaned loudly, feeling the peak coming nearer.
At the feeling of Lewis twitch within you, you came hard, Lewis still guiding your movements. “Let me cum,” He begged, still needing a bit more to come to his release. “Take me Lewis, fuck me,” you whispered, him immediately turning you over, him now on top, trusting into you hard. He grabbed your hands, holding them over your head while intertwining your fingers with his. “Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, the sound of skin clapping skin becoming louder. “I love your tight little pussy, fuck it’s good, your pussy was made for fucking me,” Lewis said controlling, you moaning at his words, overstimulation taking over. You felt like you could come again.
“Let me fill you up, let me cum in you so it’s visible I fucked you, get you nice and round with my baby,” all Lewis’ words were pure filth, making you moan. “Yes cum in me,” you whined, nails dragging down his back, the pain and the pleasure becoming too much for him.
Lewis reached his peak, stumbling over it, his warm cum spraying into you as he fell on top of you. You came again, screaming his name. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, ecstasy filling him. He had never had such a mind blowing orgasm. You slowly kissed his shoulders, trying to get your breathing under control.
Lewis pulled out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He watched your chest rise and fall, your nipples erect and hard. Sitting up a slight, he saw his cum by your pussy, some of it slipping out. “I’ll get a towel to clean you up,” he said, walking out of the bedroom, his legs feeling a bit worn, but he fought through it.
When he got back you still laid on the bed, head now on the pillow. Delicately Lewis wiped the towel over your body, pressing a few kisses to it as well, and at last swept the towel over your inner thighs, seeing goosebumps appear on your skin at the feeling, he softly held your legs up as he did, and pressed a few kisses to your thighs. His scruff tickled on your skin.
“So how about that breakfast I was promised?” You asked as Lewis got up again, still fully naked, and threw the towel away. He chuckled a little at your statement, walking over to his closet to fetch some clothes. While he put on sweatpants, leaving his upper part naked, he threw you an old t-shirt of his, along with a pair of boxers.
You thanked him, and he just smiled before walking out of the bedroom, leaving you to change. As soon as he opened the door, his dog Roscoe barked, running towards the bed. To Lewis’ surprise the dog jumped up into the bed with you, instead of saying hi to him. The Briton watched his dog licking your face, before comfortable laying next to you.
When you had got into Lewis’ clothes, you and Roscoe walked out on the balcony, you gently leaning your arms on the edge and looking at the beautiful place of Monaco. For a few minutes you just stood there, admiring the view, the summer sun roaming your skin.
You could stay there forever.
The sound of the balcony door opening was heard, but you kept your eyes on the view in front of you. Soon a pair of arms wrapped around you, Lewis’ scent filling your nostrils. His hands found yours, gently holding onto them. He placed a kiss on your clothed shoulder, moving on to press a gentle kiss to your neck. You leaned back in his embrace. “Breakfast’s ready,” he said, but you both stayed right where you were. In each other’s embrace. Thoughts Lewis had had when he just had woken up entered his mind again as he stood with you in his arms. You thought more of this than a one time thing, right?
“This isn’t just a one night stand is it?” Lewis ended up asking, wearing his heart on his sleeve, feeling it beat faster. He had to know how you were feeling. You turned in his embrace, facing him. Your arms went to his chest, looking deep into his brown eyes. You could see his vulnerability showing, it was obvious he was scared of being let down. “I’m all in with you,” you answered, gently placing a kiss on his lips. Lewis smiled into the kiss. “Good, because I plan on going all in my love,” he whispered when you pulled away, making a smile appear on your face too. “Now come on, it’s time for breakfast.”
