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Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️‍🔥

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how you doing ? 😛

can you do one that reader is Toto Wolff daughter and is dating Max please

Fluff and Angst scenarios please 🫶🏻

Thank you 🥰

Hello anon, I'm all good thank you and I hope you're doing well :) You can find your request here, I hope you enjoy <3

hello! im a newly found premier league fan of newcastle and i just wanna ask if j could get a nick pope x reader fluff? reader is stressed with work and has loads of studying to do while nick drags her off and gets her to cuddle in bed? i honestly find him so hot but a lack of football fics do have left me a bit faltered

cheers! have a good day and thank you for reading this 💜💜

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Sleepless Nights - Lewis Hamilton x reader

Lewis Hamilton x female!reader

Summary: Your next-door neighbour is constantly keeping you awake so one day you decide to confront him.

Warnings: Smut, no mention of protection so wrap up before you tap it, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 5.8K

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Another sleepless night you were caused by your next-door neighbour. What on earth was he doing in there? For the past week, he’d constantly keep you awake although you didn’t have to worry about him for most of the month. His job clearly allowed him to travel well, you knew it did. You lived next to Lewis Hamilton, to most girls, it would be a dream come true but no one ever dreams to think of how loud he was during the night. 

At first, you thought he was bringing over a new girl every night but you never heard any moans or saw anyone leave when you left for work the following day. It was strange but you were growing tired of it and tonight was the night you’d confront him. 

The constant banging sound erupted at the usual time of one in the morning. Huffing you threw on a hoodie and attempted to open the door when your cat grabbed your attention. Looking over to your bed you saw Toto, your black cat perched on the sheets, his green eyes squinting at the sudden bright light in the room. 

“Sorry buddy but I’m not having him keep us up all night.” Heading out of your bedroom you quickly walked through your apartment before opening your front door. You hit your fists on his front door rather forcefully. The sudden noise in his flat stopped and you heard footsteps growing louder as the door unlocked. 

He was shirtless and covered with sweat. His braids hung low in front of his face as he took a deep breath. His eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on his lips to see his neighbour standing before him. “Can I help you?” He asked, still gasping for a breath. 

“Yeah, can you maybe stop whatever you’re doing or whoever you’re doing, I’m trying to sleep?” 

Lewis let out a low laugh, looking down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. “Whoever I’m doing?” The laugh grew. “I can assure you I’m doing no one…” A smirk returned to his lips. “Unless you’d like me to -”

“I’d rather you just be quiet at night.” 

“Do you know what I do for a living y/n?” He cocked his head to the side. 

“I’m very much aware.” 

“Then you know I have to train for that.”

“Not at one in the morning you don’t.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Then go for a run outside where I can’t hear you.” Rolling your eyes at him you spoke again. “I’m sure Sir Lewis Hamilton is capable to go for a run by himself.” 

“I don’t want to leave Roscoe.” 

“He’s a dog -” Just as you spoke the English Bulldog came plodding towards the door, his heavy breaths matching his dad's. 

Roscoe stepped towards you, leaving Lewis’s flat to get closer. Unbeknown to you he was picking up on something. He looked to his left and that’s when he met the eyes of Toto. You had completely forgotten to shut the door and Toto had clearly come to see what was going on. Roscoe barked causing Toto’s ears to flatten and he hissed at the dog. 

Roscoe lept forward at the cat causing Toto to flee down the hallway. Roscoe followed, chasing after the animal as you watched in horror. “Toto!” You called for your cat before turning to Lewis. “Go and get your fucking dog!” 

“Roscoe!” Lewis called, quickly leaving his apartment to run after the two animals. You promptly followed suit, running after the animals. Toto was much faster than Roscoe. He sprinted down to the other side of the hallway within seconds whilst Roscoe tried to catch up. Lewis was also faster than his own dog and managed to grab the animal whilst Toto ran up into your arms, sinking his claws into your hoodie, never wanting you to let go of him.

“Christ not only can’t you stay quiet but you can’t control your dog -”

“Your cat is called Toto?” Lewis asked, ignoring your previous statement. “Like my boss?”

“He’s actually named after Toto from The Wizard of Oz.” You replied. 

“You know he was a dog in that film right?”

“Yes, I know he was!” You held your cat tighter. “Are you okay honey?” You looked down at the cat, looking over him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

Lewis scanned his dog for any marks caused by Toto. “I think he scratched Roscoe…” 

“He deserved it! Chasing my poor boy around like that, he was terffied.” 

“Maybe you should have locked your door then.” Lewis huffed, keeping Roscoe by his side. 

“Maybe you should have a dog with better recall and maybe if you didn’t keep me up all night we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” Tightening your grip on Toto you pushed past the man and walked back to your door. “Keep it down Hamilton.” You sent him one last glare before slamming your door shut, leaving him and Roscoe in the hallway together. 

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The days went on and you were yet to hear any sound from Lewis. The only sound you ever heard was him locking his door and telling Roscoe he was going to see Angela. Luckily for you, he was racing in France on the weekend so you knew you would at least get a few peaceful nights' sleep and so would Toto before he returned. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until your shower turned stone cold and never showed a hint of turning warm again. 

You didn’t have time to worry about it as you had to leave for a friend's birthday. Saying goodbye to Toto you headed out the door and headed to the restaurant. 

“So how’s the neighbour?” Your friend asked as you sat opposite her as you ordered starters. 

“Still a dick.” 

“He’s doing well at the moment.” Your other friend, who sat beside you had her eyes glued on a tv screen hidden towards the bar. Your eyes fluttered towards the screen, watching the cars speed around the track. She had a point, Lewis was doing well. You knew he’d had a rough time on the track recently, not that the two of you talked a lot but it wasn’t hard to see when he was known by the world. 

“Maybe if he wins he’ll shut up when he’s home.” You replied, turning back to the menu. 

“It can’t be that bad.” 

“You try living beside him.”

One friend let out a small laugh, her eyes glowing at the thought. “Wouldn’t mind it.” Without looking in her direction you rolled your eyes, trying not to turn your attention back to the screen or encourage their behaviour towards Lewis. 

It was so secret that he was good-looking and evidently had women dropping to their knees for him but Lewis clearly never took any interest, only caring about his career. That was something you and him could both agree on although you seemed to be able to balance both social life and work life, Lewis on the other hand only seemed to focus on work life, maybe that’s why he was so uptight. 

“He’s pretty uptight you know.” You suddenly spoke up. “So obsessed with work -”

“That’s exactly what you’re like.” One of the girls spoke. “Always focusing on your career.”

“But I know how to relax, he doesn’t.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

The night went on and you eventually made your way home. There was still no sign of Lewis which was a blessing for you but there was also no sign of hot water again, something which was not so much of a blessing. 

“Fuck sake!” You nearly yelled as you slammed the bathroom door behind you. Toto gave you a look from his seat on your bed. “Sorry boy.” A sign of defeat fell from your lips as you fell beside the cat, letting your hands dance in his fur, earning a low purr from the animal. Your anger turned to a light smile as you watched his reaction, his eyes closed as you scratched his chin however the moment was ruined by a sudden knock at the door. 

Furrowing your brows you left Toto on your bed and made your way to the front of your apartment to open the door. Standing before you was Lewis Hamilton. He leant on the frame of the door, his lips tugging into a smile when he saw your expression. 

“What do you want?” 

His eyes scanned your body, taking in the outfit you had on. “Had a good night?” 

“It was a friend's birthday, didn’t think you’d be home this early. You were racing today…” 

“You watched it then?”

“Don’t have to watch it to know that you were driving.” 

“Good answer.” His smile turned to a smirk. “I just came over to ask you to keep the noise down -”

“Bold coming from you.” 

“I’m just saying y/n, practice what you preach. What were you shouting about anyway?” 

“My water.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t had hot water in a few days and I really need a shower, I was told it would be fixed by this evening but that didn’t happen.” 

“You can use mine.” He was quick to generate an answer. “Consider it a favour for keeping you up these past few nights.” 

You pondered on the thought. It wasn’t like you couldn’t trust him but you knew he wouldn’t let you forget it. Lewis could tell you were thinking about it. “If you would feel more comfortable with me leaving whilst you shower I have no problem with that, I can wait outside if you want -”

“No.” You cut him off. “It’ll be fine, it’s your own place I’m not going to throw you out because you let me shower.” 

“Up to you.” He stepped back from your door. “Just knock when you’re ready and I’ll let you in.” The smirk turned into a grin as he stepped back, disappearing into his own house and allowing you to get ready. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself that you were thankful for his offer. The feeling of warm water running down your skin felt nicer than cold blades trying to cut it. Reluctant to turn the shower off you indulged in the feeling of the water one last time before stepping out and cutting the water off. Not wanting to take too long and knowing he probably wanted to sleep after his day you threw on a hoodie and shorts, ringing your hair out of the water and putting it up so it didn’t make your clothes wet you walked out of his bathroom and into his front room where he was sat with Roscoe. 

“Thank you.” Your words caught his attention. 

“You’re welcome.” His eyes fell to your hair. “You know I have a hair dryer you can use -”

“Thank you but I have my own, I don’t want to stay longer than I need to. You were in France only a few hours ago…” You paused for a second. “Why did you fly back so soon? Everyone else is still out there -”

“I like being at home, I know I travel for work and that’s a part of the job but being at home with Roscoe, family and friends is a better feeling than being drunk.”

You gave him a light smile. “That’s one thing we can agree on.” 

“Finally.” He laughed. “You know you’re welcome to sit rather than stand in my doorway.” 

“As I said, I don’t want to intrude for long.” 

“I slept on the plane and the way here, I’m fine.” He turned to Roscoe who was sleeping on his lap, snoring away as he twitched in his sleep. “It’s him that you’ll have to worry about.” 

“He’s sweet.” You smiled at the snoring animal. “How long have you had him?”

“Since he was a puppy, he had a sister too.” Lewis pointed to one of the photos hanging on the wall. “Coco but she passed away.” 

A small frown appeared on your face at his words. “Sorry to hear that…”

“What about you?” He quickly turned to you. “When did you get Toto?” 

“As a kid, I always wanted a cat and I begged my parents for one and they said no but my nan always said I should have been able to have one. She passed away three years ago and in her will, she left me some money specifically for a cat. I went to a rescue and they had a mother and her three kittens. Two kittens were adopted but the mum and her last baby weren’t so I took them both in. Unfortunately, Toto’s mum passed last year after a few health conditions but I still have him.” 

Lewis smiled warmly at your story. “That’s cute, why the name?”

“My nan's favourite film was The Wizard of Oz so it seemed fitting.” You met his gaze. “Even if he is a cat.”

Lewis smiled again as he smoothed Roscoe's fur. “You live on your own?” He kept the conversation going. 

“I do.” Your eyes looked around the room. “Evidently you do too.” 

“My brother comes to stay and so does my assistant Angela. A few friends here and there but other than that it’s just Roscoe and me.” 

“Does he come to all your races?”

“Most, if I know it’ll be too hot or too much on him he stays goes to a dog carer, he enjoys it.” 

“Bet you miss him.”

“Of course I do.” He looked down at the dog. “I wish I could take him everywhere with me but it’s not possible. You ever taken Toto out?”

“Took him on a walk once and he tried to bite a child -” 

Lewis had to hold back his laughter at your words. “How?” His smile grew as you started talking again. 

“So I’d seen people walk their cats so I tried it with Toto. I took him to the park in the square, I sat down and looked away for one second and that’s when a child came up next to him and tried to grab his tail and well Toto didn’t like that. It’s my fault really but then again parents should teach their kids to not run up to a stranger's animal, even if it is a cat.” 

He shook his head as he smiled. “Taking it you never took him out again?”

“Only for the vets.”

The pair of you spent the rest of the night just talking about your lives until you could feel your hair starting to dry. You never wanted to overstay your welcome after he’d been so kind to you despite what had happened the other night. When you left a smile was glued to your face, and your heart warmed at the conversation that had taken place. If Toto could speak he’d definitely judge you with more than his eyes. 

— 

The next day someone turned up to fix your water and you later found out it was Lewis who spoke to the building owner about getting it fixed since they didn’t listen to you although since that night you hadn’t seen Lewis much. You’d heard him exercising during the day rather than night meaning he’d clearly taken your complaint on board.

Everything was quiet in your house until a loud bang on your door made both you and Toto jump. The knocking was frequent and rather frantic. “Give me a second!” You called out to the person behind the door. Taking Toto off your lap you placed him on the sofa before answering the door. “Lewis?” Your brows arched at the man. He looked like he’d just had a panic attack, his hands shaking as he held onto Roscoe’s lead. “Are you okay?”

“Please can you do me a massive favour?” 

“What is it?”

“Please can you look after Roscoe for the weekend whilst I’m away? He can’t go with me this weekend and the person who normally looks after him had to cancel suddenly. I haven’t got time to take him to my parents, I have to fly in -”

“I’ll take him.” You held your hand out to take his lead. “It’s the least I can do.” A reassuring smile was displayed on your lips. Lewis could have broken down with gratefulness at your words. He quickly gave you the lead and a bag of his things. 

“I’ve written what he needs, how his food works, his walks, everything… I’ve also written my number in there… please text me -”

“I will.” You cut him off, holding the lead and bag. “Don’t make yourself late Lewis.” He smiled at your words. “Good luck this weekend.” 

“Thank you!” He pulled you into his chest, quickly hugging you before pulling back and kneeling down to pet Roscoe. “I love you, buddy, be good.” He met your eyes again. “Thank you y/n, he’ll behave I promise.”

“It won’t be me you need to worry about, it’ll be Toto.” 

“Poor cat, I’m sorry Toto!” Lewis called out as he started to leave, thanking you until he could no longer see you.

Roscoe walked into your flat like he owned the place, he was just like his Dad. He began sniffing around, making himself familiar with everything until his eyes caught sight of Toto. Toto looked down at the dog, immediately his ears went back and he hissed at the dog, not forgetting what had taken place a few nights ago. 

“Toto…” You warned the cat who arched his back at the dog. Despite the cat's warnings, Roscoe advanced toward him, sniffing the air near him. “Give him a chance.” Toto looked at you as if you were insane. “This will be a long weekend…” 

The first night was the worst, you felt so guilty towards Toto. You were his safe space and now you’d welcomed in an animal who stressed him out beyond compare but the second night was a little better. You were sat on your bed, a cup of tea in your hand as you kept your eyes glued to your television screen. Roscoe was sitting beside you, whining as he saw Lewis on the screen. “Aww, buddy.” You pulled the dog in towards you, his head now resting on your lap. 

Toto was sitting on your bookshelf, his eyes narrowing at the dog and your actions. He clearly wasn’t interested in the qualifying. You kept the TV to watch the interviews after, keeping an eye out for Lewis. As time went on Toto inched closer to the bed, clearly missing your attention and getting jealous of the dog before him. Roscoe was laying on your left side so Toto made his way to your right, nuzzling his head into your side. 

Smiling you moved your arm so he could follow suit with Roscoe's actions and lay his head on your lap. Your heart burst at the sight of the two of them slowly falling asleep on you. Grabbing your phone you took a photo and sent it to Lewis. You knew it would be the first thing he’d see when he finished his interviews and after his rough qualifying session, you knew it would make him smile. 

Like every night Lewis would facetime you to talk and see Roscoe and tonight was no different. The only thing that was different was that Roscoe was asleep and evidently didn’t want to talk to his Dad. 

“How’s he been? Not too hard for Toto is it?” Lewis was in bed, smiling at you through the phone. 

“He’s warming up to him.” You flipped the camera to show him the two animals now sleeping beside one another without you as a barrier. “Finally.”

“Bit like us,” Lewis replied. “You hated me -”

“That isn’t true.” You turned the camera back to face yourself. “I thought you were annoying but I never hated you, Hamilton.” 

“Even when I kept you up?”

“Only annoyed me.”

“Or when Roscoe ran after Toto?”

“Well I was closer to hating you then but you let me use your shower and I forgot about it, I think Toto did too.” 

“What are you doing next week?” Lewis suddenly asked. 

“Waiting for you to get back, why?”

“Just wondering.” He lied. “I’ll be back after the race and I’ll come to get him straight away.”

“No need to rush Lewis, he’s fine here.”

He smiled again, his eyes taking in your appearance. It reminded him of when you finished in the shower at his. You had the same content look on your face, he could look at it all day without getting bored. “Will you watch the race tomorrow?” 

“Of course, I will, good luck, you seemed stressed today -”

“When aren’t I in that car?” He smiled despite his feelings. “It’ll be fine, thank you though.” A smile crept on his lips as he spoke again. “Guess I’ll just have to follow the yellow brick road to victory.” 

Throwing your head back onto the pillow you let out a laugh but Lewis couldn’t help but want you to throw your head back in a different light. Ever since that day you and he had sat and spoken to the early hours of the morning when you used his shower he’d taken a different liking to you. The pair of you were similar yet so different in every way, he loved it. 

“Smooth Hamilton.” Your eyes met his through the phone. “I hope it guides you to luck.”

“So do I y/l/n.” 

“You better sleep.”

“You may have a point, for once.” He teased. “I will see you when I’m home tomorrow. Goodnight Roscoe and Toto!” He called for his dog and your cat. “Goodnight y/n.” His voice turned soft when he spoke to you. 

“Be safe tomorrow.” 

“I will, I promise.” 

With that, the two of you ended the phone call. You would miss talking to him every night, hence why part of you didn’t want him to fly out that night. Maybe it was a good thing that Lewis kept you up that night, after all, he might not have been so inclined to invite you to shower at his when your water went cold and if that had never happened then maybe you would have never taken Roscoe in for the weekend.

Lewis had finished on the podium that weekend meaning he came back in a better mood than he left in. When he returned he’d told you he and a few friends were heading to a local club to celebrate his achievement after a rough run this year. Lewis asked if you wanted to go with him so here you were getting ready for the night ahead. 

Holding up two dresses you turned to Toto. “Which one?” You looked at him as if you expected him to talk and give you an answer. The cat meowed as you held a black dress against your skin, clearly picking that as his answer. “The colour of his race suit… smart boy.” Wearing a matching lingerie set underneath you fixed your hair and waited for him. 

You weren’t waiting long for Lewis. His eyes grew wide when you opened the door. He could have sworn his heart stopped just at the mere sight of you. “You look…” His eyes scanned your body, words stuck in his throat. “Good… I mean beautiful…”

“Thank you.” A warm smile grew on your lips as you stepped towards him, closing the door behind you as you called back out to Toto. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” 

“I might not win every race but I can dress well.” He held his arm for you to take as he let out a small laugh. 

“Very true Hamilton, you know I didn’t think you were much of a drinker.” 

“I’m not but I do make exceptions.” He smiled. “Could say the same about you, when I went into your flat I never saw any alcohol.” 

“Just because you don't see something doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You hit back, arching your brows with a smirk as the two of you left yours and his building. 

“Smart y/n…”

“But you have a point, to an extent. I enjoy a drink occasionally but never push myself to the point of throwing up in the toilet… well that’s not to say I don’t.”

“I’ll hold your hair back.” He smirked. A small laugh fell from your lips as you walked towards the club. 

Needless to say, Lewis would hold your hair back and not in the way you thought he would that night. 

You stayed close to him throughout the night, not wanting to stray too far. Lewis kept his gaze on you as you danced alongside his friends. He watched as his friend's fingers ghosted on your waist. His jaw clenched as his eyes fell on the sight of you both, he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight. In his mind, he’d worked for your affection whereas they hadn’t. You and he had gone from shouting at one another to spending endless hours on the phone with one another, just simply enjoying one another's company. 

You could feel someone staring at you from afar. Your eyes met his with a smirk, Lewis held his drink to his lips, his fingers beckoning you to come and sit beside him. Without hesitating you walked over to the bar, ignoring him at first you ordered a drink before sitting beside him. 

“Having fun?” He asked, his tone bland. 

“I am.” You smiled. “Are you?”

“Hmm…” 

“For someone who just got on the podium, you sound rather annoyed.” You looked away briefly, thanking the bartender for your drink before looking back at him. You held the glass to your lips, taking a sip. Lewis’ eyes watched your every move before speaking. 

“What are you drinking?”

“Vodka Red Bull -”

“Really?” An unimpressed expression spread across his face at the mention of a rival team. 

“Have you ever tried it?” 

“No.”

“Then don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Holding the drink out to him you gave him a reassuring look. “Come on, try it.”

He looked down at the drink and back to you. Holding his hand out to take the drink he leaned forward. Your eyes met his as he leaned in. You thought he was going to take your drink but instead, he leaned closer in, attaching his lips to yours. His right hand cupped your jaw, pulling you as close as he could whilst sitting on the stools. 

His tongue darted across your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, wanting to be as close as he could to you. You kissed him back after a while, his actions took you off guard but you weren’t complaining. You moaned slightly as he pulled away, smirking as he took in your flustered state. 

“You’re right… it does taste good.” He moved your hair from your face before letting his hand fall into yours. “Come on…”

You didn’t hesitate. You followed him without a second thought. Lewis dragged you back to his flat, unlocking the door faster than he could have ever imagined. He pushed you inside and directed you to his room. Lewis nudged you onto the bed, letting you fall on top of the sheets. You propped yourself up to watch him remove his shirt. 

The man was carved by the gods themselves. His tattoos stood proudly on his skin as he stalked forward. “Someone likes what she sees.”

“Just a bit…” 

His hand trailed up your thigh as he lowered down to meet your lips again. His hand ran up underneath your dress, hiking it higher as he pushed you further into the mattress. “So pretty…” He muttered against your lips as he kissed you deeper. Your dress was bunched up at your waist, allowing him to graze his fingers across your underwear. 

He pulled away from your lips, his face falling to your thighs. He started to press light kisses on your thighs, teasing you with every move. “Lewis…” You moaned, bucking your hips as he continued to kiss you closer to where you needed him the most. 

“Yes, love?” 

“Please…”

“Please what?” His voice alone teased you. 

“Please stop teasing me…” You hesitated on the next word. “Sir…”

“Fuck…” He moaned against your skin. “Say it again.” He demanded. 

“Stop teasing me Sir.” Lewis used his teeth to slowly pull your underwear down your legs. Getting bored of his teasing you pulled the rest of your dress over you, leaving you in just your bra. His eyes caught sight of this and a smirk spread across his face. 

“Such a cute set pretty girl…” He let his tongue explore you. “Someone couldn’t wait.” He moaned against your clit as he started to work. 

“Fuck Lewis…” You threw your head back and moaned as felt his hand trail up to your bra, tugging on the black material. Lewis used his free hand to tease you, even more, he grabbed your thigh, making you jump before he slowly entered his fingers inside of you. Gasping at the sudden cold sensation of his rings you arched your back at his advancements. 

“God you taste better than any drink…” His tongue played with your clit whikst his fingers continued to fuck you. He moaned on your clit, drawing you closer to your high. “So good for me…” 

He withdrew his fingers and his mouth, climbing back onto his bed. He ducked his head down once again, your lips hungrily kissing one another. Lewis tugged at your bra one last time, the force itself ripping the material from your chest. “Lewis!” You pulled back. 

He smirked, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. Lewis opened it and took out a card, he placed it in your mouth before speaking. “The pin is 5, 3, 9, 0.” He took your boobs into his hands, tugging on the skin before moving his mouth down to your nipples. “Buy yourself a few sets it.” Lewis tugged your nipple with his teeth, smirking as you bucked your hips into his at the sensation. You let your hands fall down his chest, tracing every inch of his skin. 

As much as he wanted to tease you he couldn’t hold back for much longer. He wanted to be inside you and make you cum around him. He quickly slid his jeans off before kicking your legs open with his knees. He took his card from your mouth and placed it on his bedside table. “Don’t forget that.” The look on his face told you that he wasn't joking. 

Sliding his boxers off he lined himself up before looking back at you. “Are you sure about this?”

“If you stop now Hamilton I will fly to your next race and fuck Verstappen in front of you.” 

Lewis slammed himself inside of you, pushing himself in deep as he nipped at your neck. “He won’t make you feel as good as I do.” He grunted in your skin, pulling himself out and slamming himself back inside. 

“Fuck…” Your head fell into the sheets whilst your hands went to his back, dragging your nails across his skin, creating new marks alongside his tattoos. “You feel so good.” You moaned louder as Lewis kept up the pace, thrusting back in so your hips met. 

“Such a good girl for me…” He fucked you harder. His hand went to your face, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip as he watched your face turn into pure bliss. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, silencing your moans against his own. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip as he slowly pulled out. His hands went to your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. Lewis pulled you up onto all fours before pushing himself back inside of you. 

He grabbed your hair, pulling your face up as he started to fuck you again. He held his grip on you as he spoke. “God, you look so pretty like this, moaning around me like a good girl.”

“Lewis…”

“That’s it, moan, moan my name so the entire complex knows who fucks you this good.” For a second you kept quiet which made Lewis thrust harder, earning a loud moan to fall from your lips. “I know you can be loud so tell me y/n, who fucks you this good?” Lewis pulled on your hair harder, pulling you up into his chest. His lips ghosted your neck as his hand moved to play with your clit. 

“You do Lewis…” 

“Who? I can’t hear you, sweetheart…”

“You Lewis… you make me feel this good…”

“Yeah?” He taunted. “And are you gonna cum around me?” His actions sped up which only caused you to moan even louder. “You sound like you’re going to…”

“You seem like you’re going to.” You managed to moan back. 

Lewis let out a dark laugh. “Finally found your words?” 

“Shut up Hamilton and make me cum.” 

“You know if I didn’t want to cum inside you right now I would have teased you until the sun came up and I’d have you begging for me to let you cum.” He played with your clit faster, the sensation taking you to the edge. “But I feel like being nice right now…” 

His thrusts had slowly started to fall, a sign that he was close. Lewis held you up as best he could as he continued his actions. “Lewis… I’m gonna cum…”

“Good girl, cum for me y/n.” It didn’t take long for you to be sent over the edge. You let your head fall onto his neck as you came around his dick. The feeling caused Lewis to cum inside of you. His head fell against yours as he came. 

You fell forward against the sheets, Lewis propped himself up, trying his best not to follow suit. He took a breath and stood up, plodding towards his bathroom and grabbing a damp cloth. Kissing your forehead he cleaned you up as best he could before grabbing you one of his shirts and two clean pairs of boxers. He helped you put the shirt on before slipping the boxers onto your frame and followed suit on himself with his own pair. He switched the light off and trailed back to bed. Lewis wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest once again. 

Both yours and his breathing slowed down, matching one another as you both fell into sleep. You felt safe alongside him, a feeling that felt as if no one could ever come close to you. It was perfect. 

Maybe Lewis working out at one in the morning wasn’t so bad.

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Winter Nights - Nick Pope x reader

Nick Pope x reader 

Requested? Yes/No: hello! im a newly found premier league fan of newcastle and i just wanna ask if j could get a nick pope x reader fluff? reader is stressed with work and has loads of studying to do while nick drags her off and gets her to cuddle in bed? i honestly find him so hot but a lack of football fics do have left me a bit faltered. cheers! have a good day and thank you for reading this 💜💜

Warnings: Fluff, think that’s it?

Word Count: 1.2K

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Nick and you had been dating for a while now, you’d been by his side when he played for Burnely and now Newcastle. You’d been there for him and he’d done the same for you and now was no different. He’d had training in the afternoon and was due to come home in the evening. When he’d left you were sat at your desk and were attempting to get some work done. Your studies were mounting up with Christmas around the corner you just wanted to get everything done so you could spend your first Christmas stress-free in Newcastle with Nick. 

The desk was covered in papers and pens were scattered everywhere. The only light filling the room was the one coming from your laptop, the paper you had to write staring straight at you with little on the document. You wanted it done by the time Nick came home, not to mention a few other projects you had to work on but that was impossible. Just as you planned to give up you heard the front door open and the sound of heavy footsteps filled your house. 

“y/n?” Your ears were suddenly filled with the sound of your boyfriend, his steps getting closer as he couldn’t find you in the house. The door of your study slowly opened and standing in the dim doorway was Nick with a confused look painted on his face. “Have you been in here all day?” 

“Hmm?” You raised your head, turning on your chair to face him. “Oh yeah… I have to get this done -” 

“You need rest.” He dumped his bag into the room, switching the light on before walking over to you. 

“I’m fine Nick -” 

“Babe you’re sat in the dark in the exact same spot as I left you this afternoon.” His hand went to your chin, tilting it up so you’d look up at him as he stood between your legs. “You need a rest.”

“I need to finish this -”

“You can finish it tomorrow.” He leaned over the desk and turned your laptop off before he gathered your papers and set them aside so they were neat and all together for you in the morning. He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips before pulling back. 

“Is it raining outside?” You suddenly asked, feeling his wet hair against your forehead. 

“Snowing love.” He stepped back before quickly ducking back down, this time taking your body into his arms before lifting you effortlessly out of your seat and carrying you bridal style. He nodded towards the widow as he watched your eyes light up at the sight of snow in your garden. “It’ll be there tomorrow but for now you need to rest.” 

You leant your head into the crook of his neck. He did have a point, the more you overworked yourself the more stressed you’d become and the last thing you wanted was to receive a low grade just before Christmas which would only make your anxiety run wild and ruin your time with Nick even more. 

Nick pushed the door to your shared bedroom open before setting you on the bed gently. He handed you his phone as he spoke. “I need to grab a quick shower as I didn’t have one at training, whilst I’m in there order food for the two of us and pick a Christmas film for us to watch before bed.” Nick opened his side of the wardrobe and pulled out one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers before turning back to you. “Can I?” His hands lingered at the edge of your shirt. You nodded as he slid your shirt off before unclipping your bra and helping you into his clothes. 

Nick then moved into your trousers, pulling them off slowly before moving to your underwear. He placed a light kiss on your thighs before sliding his boxers on your body. He leaned up again, this time taking your lips into his for longer. His hand cupped your jaw, gently pulling you closer to him. His tongue teased your mouth as he gently bit on your bottom lip, trying not to get too carried away. He eventually pulled away, his eyes darting between yours and your lips before he planted a final peck on your lips. 

“I won’t be long.” Handing you the remote he turned on his heel and headed into your shared en suite.

You’d climbed under the covers, trying your best to keep warm as the snow continued to fall outside. Nick opened the door to the bathroom, only wearing a loose pair of joggers as he stepped back inside your shared room. “Find something to eat?”

You nodded. “It’ll be here in fifteen minutes.” 

“Perfect.” He kissed your forehead before climbing into bed alongside side you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your head fell against his heart, listening to it beat, the feeling immediately calming you. Nick let his hand wander to your thigh, pulling it over his waist. “Did you find a film beautiful?” 

“The Grinch.” 

He smiled at your words. “We watched that all the time last year, didn’t fancy another one?”

“Nope.” You smiled up at him. “Reminds me of how stress-free I was last year.”

Nick laughed at your words, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Just take one day at a time, do a bit each day. Sure it might take you longer but you’ll be a lot calmer. How about, when I go to training you do your work, then when I’m home we can both relax after work. That way you have set time frames to get things done and you won’t panic as much.” He moved your hair out of your face, smiling down at your relieved face as he spoke. 

“Thank you.” 

“You never need to thank me, you’ve done so much for me, picking your things up and moving all around England just because you want to support me.” 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kissed his jaw, mirroring his smile at his words. “How was training?” 

“It was alright, just want this World Cup out of the way now so we can get back to club football.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if England was still in it…” 

Nick gave you a look, he knew you were right. “Yeah well… who wants to win a winter World Cup anyway?” He tightened his grip on you as he turned to face the TV which had now started playing the film. “Would rather you be there to watch me win it anyway. 

“One day… maybe in the next four years…” You felt your body completely relax against his, your breathing steadying at the comfort of your boyfriend. 

“Only if my cheerleader is there.”