We can't be friends - Lewis Hamilton. (Breeding kink)
6! KINKTOBER! MINORS DNI
Remember this contains sexual descriptions, nudity, and intercourse.
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
Lewis took victory in the Silverstone GP and we were out at night to celebrate with the other drivers and wags, we were just friends but everyone could tell the line wasn't as clear as it used.
Things went smoothly. He was chill, drinking a drink like usual, he wasn't a crazy animal while partying like everyone thought, he was actually calm. Enjoying the moment.
On the other hand, you had me, the crazy party animal trying to stay composed aside from Lewis.
"You can go to dance, you don't have to stay here all night trying to be a good girl," he says in my ear because of the loud music. The closeness and the words he chose send shivers down my spine.
"I'm not trying, I'm enjoying the moment, that's all, you won your home-race gp" I looked at him, trying to make him understand I wasn't desperate to go dance. I was lying, dying to dance with him, to feel him against me while we danced like we always used to do.
He guides me to the dancefloor and I already know what kind of night waits ahead, we dance, he teases me, I grow impatient and horny and he plays innocently with me like he didn't do anything.
My back is against his chest in the little space we had for ourselves on the dancefloor. Every brush of his hand against my waist, each subtle shift of our bodies closer, sent a shiver down my spine, He leans in, resting his chin on my shoulder, his lips are so close to my skin that I feel like I could come undone just from how my body feels against his and his breath against my skin.
"You've got some good moves there," he says, I hear it like a whisper because of the loudspeakers around the place. I tilt my head back, trying to answer him.
"I could say the same about you but I'd be lying" I joke.
Lewis chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest, adding a spark to my growing arousal, his hand slid up my back, his fingers tracing a slow line that made my heart race. The way we were moving wasn't just dancing, it was a conversation without words of what was to come once we were back at the hotel.
"Is this how you celebrate your wins?" I say, turning around to face him, he holds my hips and pushes me flush against him. I can tell he's smirking because I know all his reactions.
"You know I do, just with you" his lips brushed my neck and I could feel the heat pooling in my stomach.
The music was a background noise now, it was as if the world had shifted its focus, leaving just the two of us.
He leaned in close, his hand brushing lightly against my lower back, "Let's get out of here" he murmured, his lips inches away from mine.
My eyes meet his gaze, a slight agreement between us. With a slight tug on my hand, he guides me through the crowd, his grip warm and reassuring as we slipped out of the club and into the cool night air. The rush of excitement from earlier lingered, but now it was laced with anticipation.
The car ride was silent, his hand on my thigh, going up and down slowly, teasing me and making my arousal go higher than expected.
When he pulled into the driveway of the hotel, parking the car with the same precision he used on track, for a moment, neither of us moved, the air was thick with anticipation, knowing what was to come. He stepped out and walked around to open the door for me, he always does, always the gentleman.
At the door of his hotel room, I could tell that something was different between us and how we were doing this, a change in the dynamic for tonight I don't feel like his best friend but like one of his girls, and I was okay with it.
He opened the door, stepping aside to let me in first, his eyes never leaving my body, undressing me, and once the door is closed behind him, the tension is finally broken but his hand spanking my ass.
"This is exactly what I needed before even the race" He pressed his body against mine and I sighed, I was so turned on that I wasn't even able to form a single sentence.
His fingers move to the zipper of my dress.
"I've been picturing you naked the moment I saw you entering the club" His lips are now on my neck. The dress slips off and I can feel him step back to take a look at me.
His palm meets my ass again and the stinging is for a few seconds but I let out a little whimper.
"Lewis" I whisper, moving unconsciously to undress him, taking his clothes slowly, I guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, I kiss his thighs, feeling absolutely drawn to them. "I need you" I take the final piece of clothing covering him, his boxers.
I position myself aligning his cock with my entrance, making circles on his tip, but he's so desperate he sinks me into his whole length.
"L-lewis" I murmured and he chuckled.
"Are you going to be good today?" he grips my ass, setting the rhythm, slow, teasing me.
"For you? Always" I bite his shoulder, and a whine escapes my throat, needing him to be more aggressive than this softer side of him today.
"You want me to fuck you?" he whispers, his tone low and provocative.
I whine in a positive tone.
"I don't want to fuck you today..." He says and my lips find the way to his neck.
"Please?" I try to pick the pace myself, but he keeps me in place, setting the charge of the situation.
"I want to make love to you" his lips against mine are addictive, almost making me forget about how much I needed him to pick up the pace or do something else.
He switches positions and rests my back on the bed, his body hovering over mine.
"Are you going to take me well today?" he moves his hips against mine slowly, his lips going down to pay attention to my breasts, cupping one while his mouth is busy playing with the other, sucking and licking so good had to move away to not finish right here right now.
"Y-yes" I arched my back and I heard him smirk.
"Eager for me to fill you?" his filthy tone is enough to take another whine from me.
My eyes go wide at the phrase.
"What?" I'm surprised to hear him say that.
"Do not play innocent with me" his moves are harder, driving me insane. "We can't be friends" his thrusts are precise and hard, and my eyes are shut closed, wanting to make the moment last. "We can't" he thrust "Not when I want to fill you up with babies" he smirked "How does that sound?" He holds my chin up, "Open your eyes and look at me"
"I'm close" I whisper and hold his hand. "I'm gonna cum"
I open my eyes the second I feel his hands on my shoulders. "Want to have my babies?" He says and that was the final straw. My body shakes. "Hold done a bit more, I'm almost there," He says doing the final thrusts.
I feel his hot cum inside of me as he moves a few times more, both of us getting down from our highs.
"I want you to have my babies" He whispers, knowing this was a desire that he had not only in the heat of the moment. "I'm being for real"
I nod, not actually knowing what to do or what to say.