The Perfect Role
P1 | P2
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader, Michael B. Jordan x Reader (Actress!Reader)
Summary: While you start filming the biggest project of your career so far with Michael B. Jordan being your co-star, your partner, Lewis Hamilton pushes and pulls you while fueling and avoiding rumors swirling around during one of the most important seasons of his life
Word Count: 2.6K
Warnings: SMUTTTT, emotional cheating? Lewis is apologetic. Michael B. Jordan is so sexy.
Author's notes: absolutely diabolical
You were sick of the waiting. The entire night, your head was deep in your phone, lying every sense of sanity, waiting for Lewis to text back. He didn’t. You fell asleep close enough to your alarm notification that you nearly cried when it was time for you to get out of bed. Your phone had almost died. You left the charger off and forgot to plug it in, so by the time you arrived on set, it was dead. You didn’t bother messaging Lewis. Something was wrong, you knew it, and he knew that you knew it. So when you were in front of your co-star getting ready for your scene, the concern on your face struck him. “You ok?” He asked gently, eyebrows furrowing and looking into your eyes with grave concern. “If the scene today is too uncomfortable, we can talk to the intimacy coordinator.”
“No, no, I’m fine. Just… trying to get into character,” that was a lie. You didn’t need the intimacy coordinator to help with the scene; you were attracted to Michael B Jordan all on your own. Who wasn’t? With the intimacy coordinator, the two of you discussed boundaries, how you felt about the scene, and how Tom wanted it directed. You weren’t out of it. In fact, you were a bit scared. Lewis hadn’t touched you in god knows how long. That embarrassed you, and the lingering paparazzi photo crept into your mind. You hated being insecure; pushing it away most of the time was the easiest answer. Lewis didn’t need to know about those insecurities; you didn’t want to make it seem like you weren’t ready for the amount of fame that came with him. Like you were in over your head. But it happened. And right now, you couldn’t think of any other reason as to why he’d be in such an intimate photo with someone you only heard of through social media.
You were alone most nights, aching, trying to hold out for him until the next few weeks, so he could take you the way he was born to. But it was so strong. You need him. It collapsed your soul during those nights, and you cried out for him into an empty room over and over again. It was pathetic. This is why you shivered when Michael put his hand on the small of your back, reassuring you in his care during the scene to come.
That’s when it struck you. The two of you had never even practiced kissing, let alone acting out a sex scene. You panicked and reached for your phone, hoping Lewis had messaged. It was dead. “Do you have the charger?” You asked Sarah who sat next to your vanity. “Keep this. I don’t want to see it for the rest of the day.”
When you walked into the room, his eyes found you first, then you saw him. Michael always did this when on set with you. You noticed it yesterday and flowed in the moment. Needing him every second you were away, it started to become dangerously familiar. He was just as addicted to Lydia as Henry was. No one else could have mattered when he found you; his shoulders always dropped, and he would walk your way. You wore a cream silk nightgown, old-school but elegant and unbelievably beautiful. His eyes trailed you as he spoke into your ear. Quiet and away from everyone on set. “Let me know if it gets too much, ok? I’ll stop as soon as you say so,” the whisper was deep and sultry; you could barely say anything, so you nodded back. You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights.
He had on a white shirt, but it wasn’t the costume, so he proceeded to take it off, and you all but gawked at his body. You remained calm and professional. The best man ever was across the world fighting for his life in that fuck ass car, and you would not do anything to jeopardize your relationship. But he missed your call. You were furious and needed something to take your mind off that photo. You made your way to the bed and waited for Tom to give you the two notes before you started. Michael rested his hand on his thigh. Comfortable and firm. You had to remember that he was in character. You had no idea what his touch was like outside of this setting, and you’d didn’t need to. Lydia was your priority. She was addicted to this man in a way that was unhealthy. Embodiment of that addiction was important, so you turned your head and looked up into Michael's eyes, smiling and drinking him in. You needed to feel that right now to connect to this scene.
“The two of you had a big fight.” Tom finally arrived and started spewing out notes before greeting you two. “Right. Lydia is taking back her power; her dominance is necessary in this scene.” You nodded. “Henry is just a fragile piece of paper in her hands; that’s when he feels safe. By her side, like putty, we’re gonna start from the top.” You immediately straddle him. Thank god you were fully clothed underneath the nightgown. No one should know the secret growing between your thighs as you grab his face. “You ok?” You asked. He slid his hands up your thighs, feeling your skin. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Ready? Action.” As you held Michael's chin, you started your lines. “Say it. Say it now, or I walk out that door for real this time,” you murmured. Your grip is strong, forcing him to look you in the eye. “I love you, you know that, baby.” You moved your hand down to his trousers and began to unbuckle them. You mimed holding his length, pretending to stroke him while the camera focused on your faces.
“Again. Say it again,” you insisted. He buried his head inside the crook of your neck, growling, showing impatience. “Love you, need you, Lydia.” Then he licked your neck and smoothed it into a kiss on the same spot. Something that wasn’t written in the script, and you instinctively gasped, a genuine shiver running down your spine. He grabbed your ass tight and rocked you like he was needy for you to ride. He rested his head on your chest. “I can’t breathe without you, baby, please.” It was rushed and sloppy, but you took his lips and kissed them. You all but got lightheaded at how filthy it was. Open-mouthed and wet with tongue. You dominated the kiss as Tom asked, almost pausing, but the scene was going so well that you didn’t want to disturb the natural flow during this take. Michael lifted the bottom of your nightgown to where the camera could see him gripping your thighs. The angle worked perfectly to create the illusion of you lifting yourself slightly, suggesting you sat on his length. You moaned seductively. Soft and satisfying. You rolled your body almost naturally into the form of his. He held your neck as you acted out him riding you deeply and lovingly. More kisses and more gasps. You got lost in his lips. It was languid and hungry from both ends. Your brain shut off, and you tasted his tongue again and again. Biting his lip, moaning inside his mouth- “Cut.” Your mind blanked when Tom interjected. The two of you were out of breath by the time you realized he’d told you to cut. “Let’s run it again.”
That night, you’d missed Lewis more than ever. You felt unbelievably guilty, and you were not sure why. You enjoyed the scene, but it was work. There were no dates, no real kisses, not even real conversations. You were acting. When you arrived back at your hotel, you turned your phone on.
2 missed calls from Lewis
1 missed call from Michael
You all but jumped for joy when Lewis' name popped up. A weight lifted off your shoulders as you dialed. It rang. No answer. Of course, he was probably training. So you dialed Michael.
“Hello,” you spoke softly after the ring picked up.
“Hey, you make it back ok?” Michael's voice was a lot clearer than it was on set.
“Yep, just chilling, probably gonna sleep soon.”
“That’s great, you need it. Listen… I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been really happy working with you. I can feel the characters coming to life every time we’re on set. Especially today. Was everything alright? Were you comfortable?”
“Yes, I was comfortable all day, thank you. How about you? Were you okay? I didn’t do too much, did I?”
“Absolutely not,” he answered very quickly. You had to stop yourself from giggling.
Your phone beeped. Lewis was calling. “Sorry, my- Lewis is calling me, I have to go.”
“Oh yes, Lewis, tell him I said wassup. Have a good night.” You all but rushed to hang up.
“Baby…. I’m so sorry my phone was off today. I needed to focus on filming, and it almost served as a distraction.” There was silence for a bit. It sounded like he was walking somewhere.
“It’s okay, baby, but I need you to come open the door.”
“What?” You heard a knock at the door
“Come open the door, sweetheart.”
You rushed to the door and opened it to find Lewis. Standing there with a huge bouquet of flowers and a toothy grin when he saw your face. You leaped into a hug. He held you so tight as he stumbled inside the hotel room, one hand with flowers on your back, the other with his suitcase. “Baby,” tears were filling your eyes. You couldn’t believe it. “What the fuck… how did you even have the time?”
“I’ve got three days before I need to fly in for China. Figured it would be worth it to come see you for a bit.” He planted a kiss, softly at first, then it deepened. You pulled back. “Uh uh. No,” You pushed his chest back from you. “I haven’t heard from you in almost two days. Put your stuff down, and we’ll talk before I let you do anything else to me.” You sat down on the couch, waiting for him to settle. When he got to the couch, he saw how your eyes held your secret anxiety. He held your hand and touched your cheek gently.
“I know I should’ve said something about the pap pics.
“Why didn’t you?” You couldn’t move. Waiting for his answer.
“I didn’t think I needed to. But I understand that you need reassurance. I'm sorry. I was so scared of what it was going to look like.” He is next to you, bringing you closer to him as he ghosts your lips. “Please let me show you how much I love you.” You closed your eyes as he kissed you like he wanted to for so long. You whimpered into his mouth, desperate for his touch. He kissed the side of your neck, and he slid his hands under your shirt, playing with your nipples. The noises you made were so needy, it made his heart ache. He moved his hands all over your body with such care, as if he didn’t want you to break.
Your underwear was soaked when his fingers went to take care of you. “Baby… you missed me that much?” You were out of breath. “Hmm?” He lifted his head up to look at you, big brown eyes waiting for your answer. “Yes, so much.” Sliding your panties to the side, he slid a finger up and down your core, rubbing your clit slowly and torturously. You gripped the hand that held you down and gasped in his mouth the harder he worked you. He was transfixed on your face, studying how you trembled under him just by a finger. Your foreheads touched as he slipped his ring finger inside you. A tear broke from your eyes, and a moan escaped your lips. He drank the moan with a kiss as he wrapped your hand around his neck. The sounds of wetness grew louder as he inserted another finger and rammed you the way you’d been dreaming of for months, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. Your back arched. “Good, good baby, that's it. Go ahead.” It felt too fast; you didn’t want to come this fast, but your body betrayed you, and a wave crashed through you electrically. Lewis kissed your lips as you fell from the high. “You ok?” You nodded as you wrapped your legs around him. He
He carried you to the bed, hungry and dark-eyed. Lewis lay you down on the bed, kissing your body down to your core, where he just sent you to god. Without notice, he pinned your legs open and licked a wide, nasty stripe from your ass to your clit, then he kissed your clit over and over again like it was precious. The final kiss, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked it harshly, causing you to curl your toes and bend your back. You grasped the sheets fast as your legs shook, unable to stay still. He groaned at how you squirmed underneath him. The suction of his lips felt too much. He wouldn't stop, like he knew you needed it, knew how much you liked having your clit played with in this way, and kept going until you came loudly, body out of control. Lewis rushed to your mouth, crowding over you, needy himself, and so desperately in love. “Fuck baby, you’re so pretty when you come.”
You pulled his sweats down, his length springing forward hard and leaking. He hissed when you grabbed it, needing it inside you like air. “Lewis, please, I can’t.” His eyes met yours, and he lined himself up to your entrance. “I love you.” He didn’t give you any time to reply as he slid inside you so agonizingly slow, like he was savoring the moment. When he met your hips, he whimpered so loudly, and it made you clench around him. “I won't last.” You brought a hand to his cheek. “As long as I feel you come inside me.” That was his cue to pull out slowly and thrust back in. You both moaned. Lewis was focused, chasing his high as he hit your spot over and over again. When he looked down between the two of you, you knew you were creaming all over him. It was his favorite thing to look at when the two of you made love. “Creaming all over me. Does it feel that good?” He was out of breath, sweating, and his brows knitted, needing an answer, and he picked the pace up, pounding you into the mattress. You nodded hastily, eyes rolling back at the sheer power of his body, thrusting you into the bed. The wet slaps and your moans filled the room as his thrusts got ragged. Lewis’s hips stuttered; he was moaning in your ear and dropped his head in your neck. In one hard thrust, he spilled himself into you. You felt the hot spurts inside fill you as you came to another climax.
The two of you held each other, and he was still inside for a moment as he peppered kisses on your neck. “Keep it inside, please,” He asked. You held his head up in front of his face and kissed him. “I always keep it inside.” He pulled out slowly, and he wrapped your hands around your waist, lulling you to sleep.
His phone was faced up on your nightstand. As he fell asleep, his phone kept buzzing. You loved him, and he just loved you for hours, but you didn’t understand why the phone's beeping all night bothered you so much.
