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A good question, if I wrote a series for lewis, would anyone consider reading it?

I thought of something and my fingers are itching but the thing is I never tried something like this before 😩

Should I give it a go?

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Rating: M (18+) Words: 9k Characters: Lewis Hamilton x Reader Part: One of Two (Part Two Here)

Summary: You are determined to remain single forever, you have everything you need in life, why complicate things by letting a man in? This works out just fine for you until you meet Lewis, until you meet the one man that doesn't even have to really try to change your mind, will your relationship ever be more than just a situationship? 18+.

“We’re not going to be friends, Lewis.”

You read his gaze as he stood just a breath away from you, his stance wholly inappropriate for an athlete of which the company you were a director for sponsored, yet that didn’t seem to phase him one bit, nor did it phase you either. 

“I can be whatever you need me to be, beautiful.” 

Lewis didn’t realise how dangerous that open invitation was, not yet anyway. He was so used to being the one in control, so used to women throwing themselves at him, he never thought it possible that you might not also do the same, yet as you stood strong with unwavering eye contact, a confidence that matched his exactly, a glimmer of realisation that he might have met his match with you, glistened in his eyes. 

The conversation had started post a corporate meeting in which Lewis was on your turf, in a meeting room in your building, you might have wavered a bit more had it been on his but alas it wasn’t, and so you were his toughest opponent yet. 

He had lingered behind as everyone else packed up to leave for the evening, his pretence at being in depth with a text message conversation had worked on everyone but you, you knew as you packed away your things post presentation that he had something to say to you, you could feel the words lingering in the air as yet unsaid, the air thick with tension of what the next few minutes would hold. 

Lewis was bold, confidence built from a lifetime of women falling at the first sign of attention from him, he didn’t pull any punches when the first thing he asked you was if you were available for dinner that night. 

“I don’t do private dinners with clients, but thank you for the offer.” 

It was that response, the rejection that he never anticipated, that made him rise from his seat and move closer to you, as if seeing him, smelling him, feeling his presence around you, might make you see differently, he clearly didn’t know you well enough yet. 

“I’m not asking you to have dinner with a client, I am asking you to have dinner with a new friend.”

That’s where you said the line that would change everything, the line that simultaneously closed a door to his advances and opened a new avenue for him to enter your life, a way in which you wouldn’t realise it yet, but it would be the most impactful entrance anyone ever made. It would have been easier to call him a friend. 

Of course Lewis had to have the last few words of the conversation, offering you the chance to have him labelled as whatever you needed, before he left the room so quickly all you could focus on was the rapid heartbeat he had left you with. 

You had turned down advances of many men before him, so why did this one leave you with an adrenaline rush matched by little else in your life? You should have realised then the significance Lewis would have in your life, but instead you put it down to mere attraction, he was by far the most attractive man you had had the pleasure of being that close to. 

-

It had worked, seeing him up close, his beautiful glowing skin not marked with any imperfections at all despite the harshness of his career choice, his eyes that sparkled in even the dullest of lights, with the scent that lingered in the air after he had long gone, had worked to make it so you had no choice but to see him a light you were so determined to never view a client in. 

It had worked just enough so that when your phone screen flashed up with a number you had never seen before, you didn’t disregard it entirely nor did you leave it unread for hours, instead a little unspoken part of you hoped it was him; it was. 

‘It’s a shame you said no to dinner tonight, I was looking forward to getting to know you a little better.’ 

He didn’t bother to sign off with his name, he was arrogant with the fact you would know it was him, what he wasn’t prepared for was your determination to not feed into the arrogance, if there was one thing you were good at, it was bringing a man's ego down a peg or two. 

‘Sorry, who’s this?’ 

You would have given anything to see his face in that moment, you imagined it was a look of utter confusion, you knew it was him, he knew you knew it was him, yet you were choosing to play a game instead, and that was the one thing Lewis was unequipped for.  

‘That many people ask you to dinner today? It’s your new friend.’ 

He was good, you had to give it to him. Despite the battle you insisted on playing with him, he still made you smile as you turned over on your bed all giggly, like you were suddenly seventeen again and texting your crush, before you caught yourself mid giggle and stone faced a reply, unwilling to admit you were enjoying his attention at anything more than the surface level. 

‘Not today they haven’t, no. And I already told you, we’re not going to be friends, Lewis.’

There was a delay in his response, you wondered if it was because he was torn on how to respond, you imagined being on the back foot, being the one having to chase, was a completely new experience for him and you were certain that within this unknown territory he had no idea how to act. You would certainly be a lesson for him, that was for sure. 

‘If you change your mind, I’ll be at The Twenty Two, room 897 until Monday…’

Lewis wasn’t going to back down, and with his hotel details firmly in your possession now, he made sure to leave you with a sight that he thought might just linger a little longer in your mind than any of his words did, the kind of sight that might just sway your decision on what you would do with the information he had provided you, one of his infamous selfies.

You stared at the picture for longer than you would ever admit to anyone, let alone him. Taken with the reflection of the large bathroom mirror in front of him, he stood with the sternest of looks on his face, his top missing to display some of the most impressive V Lines you had ever had the pleasure of seeing on a man, his towel held up with nothing but thoughts and prayers you imagined. The image made your mouth salivate just a little, but you fought back against the thoughts that were entirely intrusive to your wishes at the relationship between yourself and your client remaining as neutral as it could get. 

‘Goodnight, Lewis.’ 

You were determined that what you were not going to do would be to stroke his ego, he didn’t need to know that as you lay in bed that night, attempting to sleep for far longer than it should have taken you, all you could think about was how it would feel to run your tongue across his abs and how each minute that passed by with him on your mind, you weakened just a little to the idea of succumbing to the now completely overwhelming desire for him. 

-

Your job was full on, intense, it kept you busy almost every single day, yet the day you needed a distraction from your thoughts the most, a day in which you would have given anything to not have time to breathe let alone take a lunch break and gather your thoughts, you were quieter than you had been for months. Typical. 

If it had just been thoughts, you probably could have simmered them down for a while, but free time mixed with those thoughts made it so you were overwhelmed with the urge to do something that could possibly be the worst thing you ever did, knowing it also had the potential to be the best, the temptation of that knowledge combined with the picture you had looked at more times than you would care to admit, made the possibility of a little visit to a hotel in the city that night all the more realistic, and more importantly, all the more tempting. 

As you walked through the city streets, panini in one hand, your phone in the other, you studied his selfie as if you would be tested on any blemishes that appeared on his skin later that day. He was perfect, sculpted by the finest of craftsmen, a true delight to look at, even you couldn’t deny that as a fact, as much as you hoped to find an ick, there was just nothing about him that gave you one. 

Not content with unsettling your mind enough with the inappropriate thoughts and the viewing of his picture, you decided what you wanted to play was the most dangerous game of all, the game of logistics. It was your last hope at rubbishing the idea you had of visiting him by working out how difficult the trip would be for you. God, you hoped it would be difficult. 

Opening up Google Maps you input the hotel name followed by your address to find the distance; thirty minutes. Thirty minutes was not enough time to ensure you wouldn’t make a mistake, thirty minutes was not enough time for you to be filled with regret and turn back, what thirty minutes was enough time for was you to make it to him in the depths of the night, completely overcome with desire, needing something that only he could settle. Thirty minutes was dangerous, thirty minutes was really no time at all. 

-

It wasn’t lost on you, the risk you were taking as you stood in the elevator on your way up to his floor. The risk had been the only thing holding you back all day, but you hadn’t got where you were in your career by being one who shied away from risk, and now that unique quality was being put to good use, well use, you weren't yet sure if it could be classed as good. 

What if he had company already? What if you were spotted arriving at the hotel? What if he wasn’t even here? What if this does nothing to rid you of temptation but makes it so much worse? 

There wasn’t an anxious thought that hadn’t crossed your mind as you watched the floors tick by on the screen until the ring signalled your stop, and ultimately the decision was made for you, you were here to sleep with your client, nothing or no one could excuse that fact. 

“I knew you would come…”

Lewis chose to greet you with an air of confidence as he held the door open for you to walk inside, his outstretched arm creating a bridge for you to walk under.

You didn’t respond to his brag, instead you walked just slowly enough that he would have no choice but to watch the way your hips swayed with exaggeration, the material of your impossibly short dress hiking up a little more with each sway, you had chosen that dress for exactly that reason; two could play the game of temptation and you knew you possessed the power to win. 

“So…this is a nice place.” 

You laid your purse down on the table beside the sofa, making sure that the eye contact you held with him spotted any creeps of gaze down to the cleavage you had purposefully displayed for him; there were many, often. 

“Did you come here to take a look at the interior design work of the hotel?”

His unbreakable confidence was noticeable, as he moved closer to you across the room, his casual dress of just a t- shirt and loose bottoms, became ever more appealing as they allowed for easy access to the body he had tempted you with in the first place. 

“No. You know what I came here for…”

You felt the first taste of nerves as Lewis caught your waist with his hands, but as he stared you in the eyes, his musk lingering between you like a warm welcome, they quickly simmered with the urge to kiss the lips that were parted so perfectly, as if to allow you to. 

“To have your mind blown by the best dick of your life?” 

His smirk didn’t budge when your response was delayed, as if he already knew that for a fact, his arrogance allowed for your anticipation to bubble to the surface. 

“I hope so.” 

There was no more room for words as Lewis swept you into him, meeting your kiss with his tongue immediately, raw yet undeniable passion, both of your hands working to free the other's body of the clothes that restricted you as you shuffled to the bedroom. 

There was no shyness, no embarrassment about being bare in front of the other for the first time, both of you accepted the moment. You laid back on the bed, your thighs dancing together to simmer the heat that poured from your core as you waited for the man that stood at the end of the bed just watching you, as he stroked what was undeniably the most delicious looking dick you had seen yet. 

“It’s rude to leave a lady waiting, Lewis. Am I going to have to beg you?” 

The mattress compressed with his weight as he was in no hurry whilst he joined you, his grip firmly on his dick as his lips found every inch of skin they could, working up your body until they met yours. 

“Maybe I should rest here until you do?”

Your lips parted into a moan before he had even entered you, the feeling of him pressed up against your entrance was enough to make you react in shock, you could only wonder how he would feel inside of you. 

“Maybe, just maybe, you should fuck me before I change my mind…unless you’re worried you might not have what it takes to live up to your talk?” 

Lewis needed no more persuasion to bury himself inside of you, he showed you no mercy at all as he bottomed out in an instant. He let you whimper, he let you squirm, he delighted in watching just how shocked your face was by the sheer heaviness of him. 

“If it’s too much for you, I can stop…” 

His words were decorated with a smirk as he teased his tongue across the most sensitive parts of your throat, groaning softly as you could not help but tighten a little with excitement as he laid his weight against your spot. 

You brought your hands up to cup his beard, forcing him to forget about your neck and focus now on your face. You resisted him kissing you, you didn’t allow him to, you needed his eyes locked into your gaze so he could feel every inch of your words.

“Fuck me, Lewis…give me what I came for.” 

The moment the words left your lips you let his head fall to yours as he gave you everything you asked for and more. 

The sex was the perfect mixture of rough and passionate, two people fucking like their sole aim was to ensure that there would be nothing but pleasure felt, that the mark left on the other would be unforgettable, and where Lewis thrust, you rocked back, making certain he knew that neither one of you had full control at any one time, just as you liked it. 

Your orgasm almost set off his, as you lost all composure underneath his body, you heard the grunts as he strained to hold back, you felt the sloppy thrusts as he fought desperately against his own release as he stroked you through yours. 

On the very last ripple of your pleasure he could hold back no more, dropping his forehead to yours, he fucked you so softly now, worried he might fire without warning. 

“Are you…”

“Yes…but pull out, please.” 

The groan he let out now was one filled with frustration, he thought it unimaginable that although you were on birth control, you did not want him to finish inside of you; you truly were the first woman for everything. 

You watched him intently as he could only bear to fuck into you a few more times before he let his dick fall out between your folds, squirting reams of cum all over your bare skin as he groaned into the air all of the ways your body made him feel so good. 

He fell to the space beside you on the bed, exhausted and panting, one hand on his chest, the other behind his head, there really wasn’t a hurry in the world about him right now. 

“Where are you going?” 

Lewis looked offended that you left the bed the first moment you could to wash off the gift he had so graciously given you. 

“To clean up, I can’t go home with this on me.”

It wasn’t lost on you how comfortable you felt around him, it didn’t feel like the first time he had seen you naked, and as you stood in full view, every inch of you on display, it felt so completely normal that he should see you in this state, and you him.

“Home?”

There was disappointment in his voice now, like that was the last thing he wanted to hear, his face read it too. 

“Yes Lewis, home. You can’t have thought I was going to spend the night with you, surely?” 

“I was kinda hoping you would…”

“Why would I do that? This was just sex, I don’t need to spend the night with you for that.” 

You knew your words hit him with a sting, perhaps given the chance to think it through more you might have worded them a little softer, but the message would have stayed the same. Under no circumstances did you want anything more than a physical relationship with him, you would never allow him to think otherwise. 

-

“Will I see you again this weekend?” 

Lewis looked and sounded like a lost puppy as he said goodbye to you at the door. He had insisted on walking you back to your car, you refused each and every offer, stating that you had found your way there just fine, you could find your way back too. 

“If I have the urge I’ll know where to find you. See you tomorrow, Lewis.”

Your smile did nothing to lighten his mood, he looked so disappointed as you left, he looked like he felt used and although you would never show it, in the pit of your stomach you felt a twinge of guilt. 

You didn’t want commitment, you needed him to know that, but you also didn’t want to hurt what seemed to be the kindest of men. Sleeping with him had made the situation entirely worse but you also were wise enough to know that as you walked through the hotel hallway, your legs still shaking an unbearable amount from the orgasm he had given you, it wouldn’t be the last time. 

-

Some would say the dress you chose to wear to work that day was intentional, you knew Lewis would be at your office for a meeting, you knew you looked irresistible, and those people would be absolutely correct. 

The dress was worn to ensure that if there was any chance at all that he might not still be consumed with thoughts of being inside of you the previous night, the moment he saw the way it teased just a little too much thigh, the way it clung to your curves, he would be flooded with memories, just as much as you were. 

It was quite naive of you to think you would be the only one in that meeting vying for the attention of yesterday's lover, the moment you walked into the room and caught the eye of the man who consumed every and all thought from the moment you left him yesterday, you knew he too had chosen violence with his look today. 

His clothing was more subtle than yours yet you knew that the low neckline was purposeful to make you remember how the chains he displayed felt as they tickled across your face, you knew that the jeans that normally would make any other man look like a dad in his late 50s were worn to make you focus on the insanely heavy bulge they displayed. 

A bulge in jeans was quite the unicorn, the thick material would dampen most others pride, yet with Lewis it allowed his thickness to shine through for everyone to see, but most importantly, for you to see.

It was going to be a long meeting, for the both of you, and there was not a single thing you could do about it. 

-

“You look so sexy when you’re in work mode…”

Lewis allowed his words to only form the pitch of a whisper as he crept up behind you at the vending machine whilst your meeting broke for a short break. 

“Just in work mode?” 

His breathy chuckle was definitely one you could get used to hearing, and feeling against the back of your neck. 

“Always, but especially when you are talking about profits and figures when all I can think about is the way you moan when I’m inside of you.” 

Your actions were completely intentional as you bent down to pick up your can from the bottom of the machine, making sure your ass hit him in the bulge he had placed in your personal space on your way back up.

“You should be careful standing this close to me, Lewis. People might talk about us…”

You left your words hanging in the small space between you as you walked away, teasing him was the biggest power trip, way more than anything your job provided you, and for now your contact would stay at a tease, it was safer that way. 

-

‘You know, if you got out of your car and got into mine, I could have us back at the hotel in less than an hour…’

Lewis had left subtly inside of you last night, he no longer cared to make it anything but abundantly clear that he wanted you, and so as you read his message whilst he was parked just behind you, you looked in your rear view mirror to meet his gaze and smiled.

‘If you would have just signed the new contract then we wouldn’t have to both spend days of our lives in a meeting. Guess I’ll see you soon to carry on negotiations.’

It was kind of cruel the way you watched to see the frustration on his face just so you could feel a sense of achievement. It was no small feat having one of the world's most sought after bachelors at your disposal, ready to cave to your every need, yet it also wasn’t lost on you that you had known him to be nothing but lovely from the moment you met him, he was certainly one of a kind, you just couldn’t allow yourself to dwell on it too much for fear of wanting him for more than just the impeccable service he could provide. 

‘You are so very stubborn. I know I will see you soon, you won’t be able to resist it.’

Your eyes met through your rear view mirror and he smirked at you, knowing full well that his message had hit a nerve, and it had, but even you were not so stubborn that you would pretend it wasn’t laced in some form of truth. Just how long could you resist him for?

-

Saturday came and went with very little to report. You busied yourself with housework, you even took the odd work call despite the fact you swore off work at the weekends, just to distract you from the temptation that was Lewis being so very obtainable at any moment you pleased. 

To the outside world looking in at you, it seemed as if you were not bothered at all by him, like you meant every word of the casual relationship you insisted on sticking by with him, but you knew how different it was from the inside. 

You knew that everytime you pretended to scroll through social media aimlessly, normally a welcome distraction from your hectic life, you were now looking for him. Whilst you had sworn off contact with him in the real world, online his trail was massive and every app you could possibly think of had a little piece of him. Much to both your pleasure and despair, there was no escaping Lewis, and so you didn’t, you bathed in him for the whole day and night.

It would have been easier for you had he not been so very good looking, it would have been a breeze had he not been fighting for the top spot for the best sex you had ever had in your life, and even after one round he was close to taking the prize already, but he was all of those things, and he was kind; it was the kindness that cemented him in a stronghold in your mind. 

The last thing you did that night, as you looked for distractions from the temptation of going to him, was remember all the reasons why you had made the choice of remaining single and unattached to another person for the rest of you life, but even as you recited lines of independence in your mind, those kind eyes and that warm smile that he had shown you so effortlessly, flashed as reminders for your determination not always being as unwavering as you thought.

-

Sunday had started off immaculately, Lewis hadn’t been your first thought of the morning like he had been for days now, in fact he didn’t even cross your mind at all until you were rudely interrupted from your peace by a message flashing up on your screen. 

‘Last day in the city, it would be a shame to not take advantage of it…x’

A kiss? Lewis was really pulling out all of the stops to convince you to visit him. None of it would work though, not even the video of him working out on Instagram that he posted to his story as soon as he sent the message. 

What it did do though, what it was posted to do, was make it so regardless of what you were busying yourself with, you would know it could and it should be him, and it worked. 

‘I have plans with friends, enjoy your last night in the city.’

You weren't lying, you did have plans with friends, plans you were very grateful for having as it meant as much as you wanted to, and you really wanted to, you couldn’t go to him as you were already committed. 

-

The late afternoon drinks turned into dinner as the group couldn’t quite find a moment to leave, the conversation and the vibes were immaculate, until they weren’t of course. 

“So are you seeing anyone nice?” 

You had done so well to avoid questions on your love life so far that evening, distracting everyone with mundane stories of the many celebrities on your books, hoping you were feeding them enough scandal that they wouldn’t be concerned with anything more personal but that was silly of you really, those questions always arrived at some point once you spent just a little time with them. 

“No, you know I do not want a relationship, I do well all by myself thank you, I do not need a man to complicate things.” 

Your friend rolled her eyes as she listened, she had heard it all before countless times, had witnessed many failed relationships, many ghostings of both sides, all of the flings that had finished before they had ever really started and yet she knew there was someone, somehow she knew. 

“I wasn’t asking if you’re getting married, I asked if you were seeing anyone, talking to anyone…I don’t know, sleeping with anyone?” 

Yes. Yes you were, or at least you had done just the other night. You had slept with one of the most famous athletes in the world, but you were never going to admit that during a tipsy dinner with friends you only saw every so often, that would be both career and personal life suicide, you would never recover from it. 

“No, no one. I’ve been really busy at work actually. Maybe I should get back out there at some point.” 

That had done it, that was the line that convinced your friend that maybe her inclination of there being someone was wrong and so she spent the next hour or so explaining what various dating apps did and rating them on which one she would recommend for you personally, as you had so many specific requirements of a mate according to her. 

You listened, well you sort of listened, but the more in depth she got with the pros and cons of each app, the more you drank and the more you thought about the man that was staying at a hotel less than a ten minute walk from where you were at this moment in time. 

Why would you entertain a bunch of random nobodies on an app when you had someone who was quite literally perfection waiting for you?

-

It was wrong, it was so very wrong and you knew it, but as you walked through the hallway of the hotel floor his room was on, you had never been less remorseful for what you were about to do. Sometimes wrongs were exactly what a girl needs, and Lewis was the greatest wrong of your life so far. 

It was only as you stood outside his door that you hesitated, you listened for a moment to hear if there was a sound from inside, but there wasn’t. Whilst what you were doing was wrong professionally, that wasn’t what made you hesitate, what made you hesitate was the massive risk you were taking by not warning him of your arrival, he could have company for all you knew and worst of all, he could have changed his mind.

The look on Lewis’ face as he opened the door to you was a picture, he went from looking half asleep to amazed at seeing you and then immediately he tried to act the cool guy as he tried to play down his excitement at finding you at his door. 

“You realised how much of a waste it was to let my last night in the city pass by without joining me, huh?”

The comfortability of the both of you in close proximity to each other was something to be admired, there was no pretence of politeness as you stood feet apart in the room, instead the moment Lewis had closed the door behind you both he moved to standing just a breath away from you. 

“I was in the area and I wondered if you had company…”

“There’s no one here babe, no one but you. Why?” 

Lewis found your waist with his hands and all at once a cool shiver ran down your spine, you hadn’t realised how much you missed his touch until you felt it again. 

“I just wanted to see if you had replaced me already.” 

It was the alcohol that had made your thoughts escape so freely, yet you were still sober enough to stop them had you wanted to, deciding instead to allow a little stroke of his ego with your obvious want of him. 

“I didn’t know you would be so bothered had I invited the next best thing over when you blew me off…” 

“Not bothered, just intrigued. I would be interested to see who you settled on, maybe I'd find it amusing to see who my replacement was…” 

Lewis pulled you into him more, brushing the tip of his nose over yours as he dared to taste your lips ever so slightly. 

“You seem confident that I wouldn’t be able to replace you…” 

“Oh, you could…but she would be nothing in comparison to me.” 

-

Your tongue traced the letters tattooed behind his ear, ‘BLESSED’, and he truly was, in every way possible, but most importantly to you, he was blessed with a dick that was far superior to any man you had known before him. 

As you had your thighs wrapped around his hips, riding him with the slowest of movements to ensure you really felt him inside of you, you wanted to thank all of the gods for creating a man built so perfectly to please you. 

“Baby, I swear I could fuck you for hours if you would let me…” 

Lewis’ words hit the base of your throat as he smothered it in kisses, his hands planted firmly on your ass as he feigned a semblance of control in a situation in which he really had none at all, something he would always struggle with. 

“I think you’ll find that I am the one fucking you, Lewis.” 

He let out a little growl as he lifted you up by your ass, throwing you down onto the bed before he climbed on top of you, towering over you now with the most pissed look on his face, his hands planted firmly beside your head, allowing you to tease him with your tongue on his bicep. 

“Let’s see how confident you are now…” 

Your eyelashes fluttered, your eyes rolling back into your head as he pushed your ankles back, holding them at the headboard with the tightest grip, just so he could hit you so deep you could feel him in your stomach. 

“Fuck you’re so deep, Lewis...” 

You fought desperately against how hard he was making it to watch him fuck you, the beads of sweat that danced down his chest stole your focus, as you occasionally dared to glance into his eyes, those deep brown pearls that told you just how overcome with desire he was in that moment, there was nothing Lewis could hide in his eyes as they revealed it all, and right now you saw just how lost he was in your pussy.

Your hands reached out to hold onto his arms, not to stop him, but to feel every single part of him that was possible in that moment as he drew out almost uncontrollable moans from your lips, pleasing you came so very easily to Lewis, it almost annoyed you.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

Silence was your response, it was the only one you could give. You wanted to scream out his name, he fucked you so well that it was only fair he claimed it, yet even in the intense ecstasy filled state, you knew better than to give him false hope, you knew better than to let him get carried away any more than he already was. 

“I said…who’s pussy is this?” 

Lewis wasn’t going to back down, he could feel your turmoil and he knew that he was making it harder for you to fight it with every stroke, he could feel you tighten with excitement as he growled the words at you. His second sentence came with a hand wrapped around your throat, the strain on his face evident as he fucked you hard, punishing you for every second you refused to let his name roll off your tongue. 

“Good dick will never make me claim you, Lewis.” 

He fell down to you with a growl in response to your words, his lips brushed over yours as he pounded you, his hands finding yours to lift them above your head, your fingers entwined in the most romantic gesture you had ever made, yet it didn’t matter, there was nothing he could do to make you slip up, and he knew it too. 

“One day you will, baby…one day you will see that it is worth it…” 

It amazed you how easy Lewis found it to move your body around in all the different positions, like you weighed nothing at all. He flipped you over onto your stomach, him on his knees behind you as he smacked the tip of his dick against your folds. 

“Shit…you fuck me so good…” 

Praise always made him giggle in any context, but praise whilst he was doing the only thing you ever let him do with you, was his favourite kind. 

“Right there…right there…oh, please don’t stop…it feels so good…” 

Your words were less of an instruction and more so to make him feel good. He was close, you were close, and his biggest battle yet was fighting off his undoing until he had heard you erupt with your own. He was a gentleman, always. 

-

“So where are you off to tomorrow?” 

There was something about Sunday, it might have been the alcohol you consumed, it could have just been the impending knowledge of Lewis being out of the country by the morning, but there was something about the meeting on Sunday that felt a little different, and so you didn’t rush off immediately, instead you allowed yourself the extra pleasure of being cradled on his chest as you spoke about nothing in particular. 

“Back to Monaco for a few days, gotta get my required days in you know? And then onto Hungary for the race weekend.”

“That sounds busy…do you ever feel unsettled?” 

“For the most part no, it’s all I’ve ever known really. Sometimes though…sometimes I do wish I could stay in one place longer than a week or two, but I suppose that will come when I settle down with the woman of my dreams…” 

It was then that reality set in and you realised what you were doing and who you were doing it with. As you stood up to throw on your dress, Lewis looked at you with eyes that pined for you even though you were still present.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom to freshen up, can you call me an Uber please?”

When you emerged from the bathroom around twenty minutes later you were shocked to find Lewis sat on the bed, fully dressed and with his car keys dangling in his hands. 

“You’re not getting an Uber, I’m taking you home.” 

There was something about the tone of his voice that you knew this was a battle you wouldn’t win today, a rare moment sure, but there would always be times Lewis had the power and this was one of them.

“You know you really don’t have to do this right? I can find my own way home.” 

“I know. Come on, it’s a long way down to the garage.” 

-

Lewis was a gentleman, he opened your door for you without even a second thought, before he climbed in beside you. 

“Are you worried about me knowing your address? I’m hardly ever in the city babe, there’s not a lot I can do with it even when I know it.” 

It was dark in the hotel’s underground car park, it wasn’t until the car was lit up by the streetlights that laced the roads you drove down, that you realised what the car was that Lewis was taking you home in. 

“My grandpa had a car just the same as this when I was young, an Emerald Green shade…” 

You ran your hand over the interior as you were flooded with so many happy memories. This wasn’t his car obviously, but it could have been him sitting beside you right now, both men equally as sweet.

“My other one is Emerald Green, the one I keep in Malibu. It’s a beautiful car, I keep one here to use and the other I keep in mint condition, it’s too beautiful to drive.” 

Lewis looked at you and smiled, mutual ground was found in the least expected of all places, within a car you hadn’t seen since you were seven and with a man you were starting to grow more and more fond of by the hour. 

“Here will do just fine, thank you.” 

It was as you were undoing your seat belt that Lewis reached for your hand, stopping you with the gentlest of all holds. 

“It’s been great this weekend, I’ve had fun.” 

“It has, thank you.” 

You leaned over first, you felt the least he deserved was to not have to fight for a goodbye kiss tonight, not when he was leaving in the morning and the next time he was scheduled for anything work related with you was in two month's time when you would be visiting a race as a sponsor. 

“Safe flight Lewis, maybe I’ll see you soon.”

The second he felt you pull away from him, Lewis held your wrist, cupping your face and immediately making you feel small in his grasp as he kissed you greedily one last time. 

“Don’t forget about me.” 

You didn’t respond with anything but a smile, of course you wouldn’t forget him, he was your client after all. That wasn’t what Lewis meant, nor was it how you would remember him though, you had had two of the most incredible nights of your life with him, work hadn’t come into it once, you would never be able to forget him now. 

-

‘I saw this and it reminded me of you x’

It had been just over three weeks since Lewis had left the city and your contact had been minimal. Your contact had, his hadn’t. He wouldn’t constantly message you but he would certainly make sure to remind you that he existed every now and then, as if you could possibly forget. Random check-ins to see how you were and the odd late night message that always went unanswered as you knew where exactly it would lead to and you were not willing to give up the last piece of sanity you had for what would amount to nothing more than sexting. 

This one though, this message caught your attention a little longer than usual. It wasn’t the usual late night message that hinted at him missing you or even one where he made a vague reference to something sexual which immediately put you off. You were of the opinion that if you couldn’t have it for a while, and there was still six weeks until you were even in the same location, then you did not want to torture yourself further with temptation, the memories were bad enough. 

This message was different, it was a piece of art work of a woman, a woman depicted alone yet strong, a woman surrounded by fire yet thriving, a woman who was very much like you in every way, from the style of her hair, down to the curve of her waist, but what made it feel so special, what made it feel like a moment that shifted the way that you viewed the man that was reaching out to you a little differently, was that he had also picked up on it, he had seen the artwork, he had seen the woman in all of her beautiful glory, and thought of you. 

‘That is beautiful, thank you. Hope you are well, Lewis. X”  

He could have read the message as an open invitation for conversation, but he didn’t, instead he read your message and accepted it for exactly how you meant it, a small yet significant token of affection, something you had not sent his way previously, he was learning how to deal with your inability to be affectionate towards him, he was learning what path to take to lessen the blows of the ice cool air that was your words against his skin as he navigated your world, and that’s what it was, your world, he was just trying to be apart of it, somehow. 

-

It amused you endlessly that your hotel room number was forty four when you checked in, a part of you was tempted to ask if somehow Lewis had something to do with it, but you knew that would also have you looking insane, like a fan girl almost, so instead you took it as just a coincidence, you refused to think of it as anything but that. The alternative of it being fate was not something you were prepared to even give a second thought, but you didn’t have to, that thought hung back in the corner of your mind as intrusive as many of your other thoughts were too.  

Two months, it had been over sixty days since you last saw him in person, but as you noticed him stood holding court in the Mercedes garage you were entering, you felt a tug in the pit of your stomach, immediately deciding it was some new form of horniness rather than the dreaded thought of it being any kind of emotional attachment. Your tongue grazed your bottom lip as you took him in from head to toe, he was quite breathtaking to look at, the time apart had almost made you forget that. 

“Budapest looks good on you, babe.” 

Lewis whispered words into your ear as he slid up beside you, his hand danced around the small of your back for just a little too long to be friendly, but not long enough to satisfy your need to be held by him.

“This look is the look of a woman who has come to convince you to sign a damn contract you have been avoiding for months now. I wouldn’t even have to have travelled all this way had you just signed it two months ago.”

You held his gaze for a moment, drifting down to his lips before you caught yourself making your needs obvious and rose them back up to his eyes once again. 

“Maybe that was the plan, maybe I knew I had to give you a reason to see me again.” 

If anyone was to really look at the both of you right now it would be obvious by just how close you stood that there was nothing professional about your conversation, if anyone was to step a little closer to you they would be able to feel the tension that hung in the air between you both, the tension built off of a thousand words unspoken and the intensity you both felt to rip each others clothes off right then and there. 

“Maybe you already have…” 

Your eyes drew down his body until they settled on the part of him that was all you had thought about on your flight over here, you had tried distracting yourself with a novel, a smutty novel, but fiction paled in comparison to the man that stood in front of you, so instead you let your memory bank take over and relay the images of him between your thighs. 

“Let me take you to dinner tonight, we can talk about contracts and all that boring stuff, and then maybe I can work on making up for lost time a little later?”

No matter how hard you tried to fight it, your eyes fell to his lips constantly as he spoke, they looked softer, moisturised, the glistening across them straight after he licked them tempted you to make your desires known to the world by kissing him, but you fought against it, just. 

“If you sign the contract at dinner we can negotiate what you have for dessert tonight…” 

The smirk that crossed his lips was beautiful, it read excitement but it also told of all of the ways he was thinking about eating you out in an instant. 

“Blackmail is not usually my game but…when the reward is as tasty as you are, I will sign anything you put in front of me.”

“Be careful, Lewis. You have no idea what I have in store for you…” 

His eyes glanced you up and down at a pace that was unafraid of getting his lustful thoughts read by you, or anyone else in the room. 

“If it involves you I am never going to be careful. I’ll pick you up from your room later tonight…room forty four, isn’t it?” 

The smile on his face answered your earlier question, it wasn’t a coincidence and it certainly wasn’t fate, it was Lewis who ensured that even in a time when he couldn’t get to you, he would still be present in your mind somehow. Little did he know, he had already done that the first night you spent with him.

-

The conversations that flowed through the busy restaurant created a constant hum not unlike the music it attempted to drown out in the background. Cutlery clashed with plates as people ate, glasses became echo chambers for laughter, yet all you could focus on was the man in front of you. He dressed so well, but he seemed to add an extra layer of spice when he was meeting with you. 

“So, are you going to just keep the contract in front of you all dinner or will you finally sign it and put me out of my misery?” 

Lewis used his glass of wine as a shield to hide behind as he gathered his thoughts into a sentence that expressed what he wanted to say without actually saying it.

“You know, if I sign this contract, it automatically starts a countdown, don't you?” 

“A countdown for what?”

“For the last time I see you. My signature on this piece of paper is worth so much more than the millions it will generate for us both, it signifies you having no need to fly around the world to me anymore, it signifies no official need for contact, all that will be left is…just sex.” 

It was your turn to hide behind your glass, it was your turn to leave a statement hung in the air as you thought best on how to respond to a statement so full yet empty of the weight that made it up in its entirety. You knew there was so much more he wasn’t saying, and for that you were thankful.

“That’s what this is, Lewis…just sex. And for what it is worth…”

You still kept your lips shielded by the rim of the glass but your eyes did the revealing anyway, holding his gaze for a moment before they dropped to his lips and back up to his eyes. 

“The sex is worth travelling the world for.” 

Whilst you had given Lewis an olive branch, a slither of hope that him signing the contract might not trigger a countdown, you could tell by the way in which his conversation felt empty for the rest of dinner and also by the way in which he made sure to kiss every single of inch of your skin back in his hotel room, that he didn’t quite believe it yet. 

There wasn’t a part of you he wanted untouched by him, he wanted every single part of you to know what he felt like, and he wanted to taste every part of you too. As much as you insisted this was not nearly the end, he knew, he always knew that what you had was temporary, and now he had to make the most of you whilst he still could. 

-

You had never really had an interest in Formula One, you understood nothing of the rules really, but one thing you did know just by the reactions of the garage and of Lewis himself on the radio, P2 in the race was a big deal and so should be treated as such, that’s why when the day was wrapping up and your colleagues were leaving, you thought you would hang back and pay him a visit, the idea of helping him celebrate his good result was all too tempting, and devouring him in such a public place was too good of an opportunity to miss. 

It was amusingly difficult to walk into a place both with confidence and with the desire to not be spotted by anyone at all, yet somehow you had mastered it to perfection as you walked into the Mercedes garage once the sky had darkened and you were almost certain that no one else would be lingering around; they weren’t. 

There were so many unexpected doors down the tiny hallway, none of them labelled of course, insisting you find Lewis’ room on instinct until you heard his laugh, the laugh you could spot as his in any place in the world, coming from the door just next to where you stood. 

He had company clearly and for a moment you paused, would it be rude to intrude on a moment of celebration? Maybe. Would his company think anything of your uninvited and unexpected visit? Probably. Did you care when all you could think about was all of the ways you could celebrate in his room as soon as the company left? No. 

You should have cared, you should have been more cautious, in the weeks after Hungary you would pit your throwing caution to the wind so uncharacteristically to the fact you were in a foreign space, but it would be too late then, it was too late the moment your hand wrapped around the door handle, your carelessness also made it so you didn’t think to knock. 

“Oh…erm…sorry?” 

You stuttered the words, frozen still in the entrance of the room, you stared at the scene that had paused itself in front of you, thankfully; you wouldn’t be able to bear seeing anymore than you had done. 

“Shit…it’s not…no…”

Lewis let go of the woman’s hand he was holding as he looked at you with the widest eyes you had ever seen him wear. You didn’t wait around to hear much more of what he had to say, instead you gave him a smile that was the fakest you had ever mustered up, before you shut the door behind you and crucially, you shut the door to Lewis. The countdown clock had hit zero, time had run out.

karma | lh44

"karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me"

summary: seeing her toxic ex was never fun, but maybe it was less fun for him when he realized she was currently dating the GP winner on the screen, who happened to be his favourite driver

warning: overall fluff between the main characters, mentions of a toxic ex-boyfriend, mentions of ex-boyfriend cheating, slut-shaming, swearing, alcohol consumption, reader is a little toxic to her ex (but he deserves it lol)

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

word count: 3.6k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

it has been a really hard week for me with work, but I really hope you enjoy this surprise either way!

masterlist

You're talking shit for the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

Paddock life was equally as exciting and terrifying for Y/N.

Even after becoming a usual guest during race weekends during the last few months, the young woman couldn’t help but feel a little nervousness in her stomach every time she walked on the circuit, still not used to all the attention and eyes on her.

Since the first time Lewis decided to enter the paddock holding hands with a mystery woman, everything in her life had turned chaotic to say the least. Every single person in there was shaken to the core, especially because he wasn’t exactly known to be so public with his dating life through the last years of his career. So naturally, curiosity spread through the air like a disease.

Not that it mattered to Y/N, all of that amounted to nothing when she remembered the real reason for her presence there: supporting her amazingly talented boyfriend. Lewis had been her best friend, her lover, and her biggest supporter since the day they met. She tried as much as she could to be the same for him, knowing how much her being there meant to him.

And to be completely honest, she had a hunch on how much it pushed him to do better. Even if subconsciously, the driver always had his best performances in his car when he knew he had his girlfriend to impress, no matter how many times she told him he was the best regardless of his race results.

Despite all of that, of course developing a handful of friendships with some of the drivers, as well as their partners, gave her a significant sense of comfort there, knowing she had someone who she could rely on if needed. And the perfect example of that was the quick and playful bond she formed with her favourite Finnish driver, while he was still her boyfriend’s teammate at Mercedes.

“Well, well, well. Look at that. Miss Y/N L/N herself, in the flesh!” Valtteri said as he approached her, with his typical sweet grin on his face. The woman felt her body instantly relax at the sight of her good friend, the stress now forgotten on the back of her head.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my second favourite driver on the grid.” She laughed, giving him a swift side hug, as they proceeded their walks.

“Only second?” The blonde driver asked, hand on his chest. “Lewis is not even here, Y/N. You don’t have to lie, you know.”

Their conversation continued for a few minutes, as they now walked side by side, arms linked in a friendly manner. Him asking her how her Sunday was going, and her asking him about his unlucky DNF during the race that ended just minutes before.

As they reached the Alfa Romeo’s motorhome, in true big brother and little sister fashion, Valtteri kissed her on her cheek and messed her hair up a little, winning a shove from the girl as she tried to fix herself.

“Wow. You’re a groupie now? Never knew you could stoop so low.”

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

Ugh, not that irritating voice. 

Not him. Not in here. Not now.

She could feel her eyes betray her, as they couldn’t hide her shock and disgust when they landed on the big figure behind her. Of all people she could come across on the paddock, her lying cheating ex-boyfriend would be the one. Just my luck, she thought to herself.

“Oh fuck off, Jason.” She spat out, angry. After all, why would she even give that piece of trash the time of day? She tried to turn around and make her way back to the podium that was about to start any minute now but was stopped by a hand that tugged at her arm.

Unable to flee, Y/N was forced again to look into the face of the man she hoped never to see again. But you know what, she kept her calm. She had learned a lot from all those years and all those tears. 

Especially that what goes around always comes around. 

"So you're whoring around now for paddock passes?" He laughed in her face, for the thousandth time in his life. Jason had always made a point of trying to bring down the girl's self-esteem, so Y/N wasn't expecting anything different from him this time around.

As she prepared to answer him back, already tired and furious by the whole situation, the hairs on her neck stood up as she heard a recognizable click. Y/N's head followed the sound until she spotted the (unfortunately) familiar figure of a photographer, automatically panicking. She knew this man was known for having no boundaries and no respect for people's privacy. She could already imagine the descriptions given to these photographs out of context.

"AFFAIR? Lewis Hamilton's girlfriend seen in an altercation with a mystery man"

"Y/N L/N caught reuniting with ex while missing the 7-time World Champion's podium"

Can this get any worse, she thought.

"He must be confusing you with someone actually relevant. Why the hell would anyone want pictures of you?" Jason burst into laughter, shaking his head. "Damn Y/N, you must have been working well around here if you've reached that level of fame. How many drivers did you sleep with?"

It definitely can, she shook her head to herself.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

Karma's gonna track you down, karma's gonna track you down, karma's gonna track you down, the young woman repeated in her head like a prayer, trying to maintain her posture.

Although all she wanted was to ruin that clown's face right then and there, she knew that not only her image but her boyfriend's reputation were dependent on how she was going to handle this confrontation.

"This was a lot of fun and all, and I'm glad you enjoyed yourself with all the shit that comes out of your mouth, but I really have to go." She said so that only he could hear, not caring if she was being rude, and with her eyes studying what the photographer was doing from time to time. "My boyfriend is waiting for me and I have nothing to tell you. Goodbye, have a nice trip to hell."

"Boyfriend? Sure. Where is he then?" He continued to mock her, pretending to look around in search of someone. "I've heard better lies. But tell me then, where is that "boyfriend" of yours." He spoke, quoting on air when the word "boyfriend" was mentioned.

Oh.

You're going to wish you never asked that.

Spiderboy, king of thieves

Weave your little webs of opacity

My pennies made your crown

Trick me once, trick me twice

Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

It's coming back around

"Y/N, I know we came on this vacation to unwind a bit, but you have to take it easy on alcohol." Her best friend said, trying to take the glass from her hand.

"Oh don't be a jerk, I deserve at least a good drink after all." She pulled the glass back to her mouth, spilling part of her expensive mojito on the floor.

"Yes, one, maybe even two. Not four in the space of two hours." Emma criticized. "I know you're having a hard time, I really do. But you can't go on like this. It's not healthy."

The young woman knew it was not healthy behaviour. But after discovering her boyfriend of 2 years, fooling around in their bed, in their apartment, with his co-worker, she felt she deserved a good time. 

Apparently, it wasn't enough to endure that awful relationship in silence: the dishonesty, the jealousy, the lack of support, the control over her life, and the constant disrespect. Having to come face to face with the man she shared her life with all that time with another woman? Karma tricked her once or twice, but not at this level. 

"We're in fucking Monaco, babe." She walked around the middle of the casino, eventually losing her friend, arms stretched. "Let's have some fucking fun-" 

Before she could finish her sentence, her back hit someone behind her. Drinks flew and her dress was now all soaked, as was the man's blue suit. Y/N heard some curse words coming out of the guy's mouth, along with an irresistible British accent.

Although the situation was not the most appropriate, she couldn't help but feel heat spread through her body at the sound of that attractive voice. 

She turned, prepared to flirt with the stranger until she recognized him as soon as she saw his face directly. 

"You of all people." She said, tipsy enough to no longer have a filter.

"Me?" 

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

"Yeah, you!" She pointed to him, touching his chest. 

The man couldn't be more confused. Had they met before? Was she a fan of a rival team to Mercedes? Did he win a championship against the girl's favourite driver? 

His life was Formula 1. He devoted all his time, all his energy, all his life to the sport. Therefore, the only justifications that came to mind at that moment were those.

"Do I know you?" His nose and forehead scrunched up in a puzzled expression.

"You don't know me." Y/N declared, crossing her arms in front of her figure. "But I know damn well who you are, Lewis Hamilton."

The way she said his name with disdain made the brit uncomfortable. So she knew who he is after all. Leaving Lewis speechless was something people rarely managed to do and at that moment he didn't know if it was motivated by the young woman's boldness or her beauty.

God, she was amazing. Okay, maybe she wasn't necessarily the biggest fan of him. Or at all really. But he couldn't help but admire her from head to toe. 

Her eyes revealed her state, showing that the girl was definitely a bit tipsy, but the way they sparkled, their intense colour, was the detail that impressed him the most. How her long, curly hair perfectly adorned the front of her short black dress. The way her crossed arms highlighted her cleavage-

"Hey!" She caught his attention, waving a hand in front of her own face. "Eyes are up here, buddy! Don't think that because you're a winner or a champion or whatever your fans call you that you can look wherever you want and no one will tell you anything!" 

Not a Formula 1 fan but she knew who he was. Out of the ordinary but noted.

"Ugh, you men are all the same!" She complained aloud. "No wonder that loser Jason is your biggest supporter."

"Sorry miss, but now you've lost me." He confessed, even more lost than before. "Who the fuck is Jason?" He chuckled.

"An absolute cheating, lying and disgusting clown, that's what he is." She replied as she sat down on a red sofa that was in the middle of the golden hall of the casino.

Interested in the matter (and above all, in the woman), Lewis took the seat beside her. Although he was used to the attention, the crowd of people that filled the room allowed them some privacy. No one was paying attention to him, everyone was focused on their own activities and groups, but his mind was totally on her.

"That sounds like a shitty ex-boyfriend. Especially the part where he's my biggest fan, not the cheating." Lewis told her, trying to cheer her up.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/n genuinely laughed. Not from the alcohol, not forcefully, but genuinely from the way his words warmed her broken heart.

They were silent for a few moments until the driver interrupted. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" She questioned, looking at him.

"I don't know. For your break up. For reminding you of him when he clearly hurt you." Hamilton admitted, almost ashamed.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with you. I'm sorry for being a bitch to you when you are just an innocent person in the story." The woman, now beginning to sober up, spoke sincerely. "You know what, for an all-important celebrity, you're kind of a cool guy."

He laughed softly. "Thanks, I guess?"

Almost as if reading each other's thoughts, the two looked at each other and, although they didn't say it out loud, they both felt something they hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe even never.

"We should go out one of these days." He proposed.

"What?!" Y/N couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"You know, because of your ex. Karma has a way of serving sweet justice." He shrugged, teasing her. "Not because of me, it has nothing to do with my personal interest at all."

She immediately sensed the joking tone in his speech and couldn't help but blush a little. After all, Lewis fucking Hamilton was asking her out on a date.

"Maybe we should, champ." The two smiled.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

The very next day they had a dinner date set at a restaurant of his choice.

Emma had laughed in her face when Y/N told her what had happened at the casino bar during the time they'd lost each other.

The truth is it felt like a fabrication, a total lie. Y/N couldn't judge her best friend for not believing, because even she still found herself pinching her hand, expecting to wake up in her bed from a dream at any moment.

Emma helped her prepare for their date, glad to see her happy again. She didn't care who the suitor was, as long as the smile on her friend's face remained from ear to ear.

It's safe to say that her jaw dropped to the floor when she opened the door to their shared hotel room and effectively saw Lewis Hamilton.

"Is Y/N here?" He asked as he stood there, in all his magnificence, in a simple white shirt, open enough to show his dark skin and the tattoos that decorated it.

"Emma, close your mouth." Y/N joked, holding the other girl's jaw. "Hey, champ."

God, here they were again. The butterflies in their stomachs.

The date was everything the young woman expected and desired. From the way Lewis opened the door to his black Mercedes for him, to the way he went out of his way to book an entire restaurant to allow them to have more privacy.

The conversation flowed naturally, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. What started as a misunderstanding over her attempt to forget a heartbreak ended up resulting in one of the best nights of her life.

As the night began to draw to a close, the girl couldn't help but think that this would be it. She would never see the man again. He would probably forget about her in a matter of days. And she found herself disappointed with that idea.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He questioned, as his hand intertwined gently with hers. He pulled her a little to stop her on her way back to the car, bringing the two of them closer together.

"I just don't want this night to end." The words were out of her mouth before she thought about what she was saying.

"This doesn't have to stop here, baby." She released a shaky breath when she first heard the affectionate nickname, but a slow smile appeared on her face.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

After that magical night, he took her back to her hotel room and said goodbye with a loving kiss on her cheek and a caress along her cheek, keeping eye contact between them whenever possible as they said "see you soon".

Not goodbye but see you soon.

And it was said and done.

Not even two weeks had gone by before the driver was on a plane on his way to her, ready to spend his race-free week with his girl.

It became usual for them: him travelling to her, her travelling to him. They knew how quickly they were evolving, especially given the conditions in which they met, but when things feel right, why hold back? Out of fear of the consequences? Because of his fame?

He felt that he had finally found the balance he so desperately needed, without even knowing it. He found himself with his head on her and not his career all the time. She gave him peace, she gave him stability, she gave him everything he wanted and more.

On the other hand, she found in him the adrenaline, the enthusiasm, the thrill. Now she woke up smiling and went to sleep smiling. Something in her was reborn, perhaps her childlike spirit: the desire to know more, and the ambition to have and be more.

Together they were just that: more.

"So?" Jason interrupted his ex's thoughts. "I'm still waiting to hear from that little boyfriend of yours."

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

Karma's gonna track you down

Step by step, from town to town

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Would it be toxic of her to rub her new relationship in her ex-boyfriend's face? Perhaps.

But, I mean, sometimes you and karma just vibe like that.

"Well... You see, this is a super funny story!" The girl smiled a little Machiavellian. "Actually, I have to thank you, for everything."

"To me?" He replied, totally confused by her change in tone.

"Yes, you!" She faked a grateful smile. "If you hadn't ruined everything between us, I'd probably still be stuck in that apartment I've always hated, and worst of all, with you!"

"What the f-"

"But no, since you don't have the ability to keep your dick in your pants, I ended up in a casino in the middle of Monaco and I met the best person in the world. Someone who treats me like I deserve, supports me like I deserve, LOVES me like I deserve!"

"You're just lying in an attempt to deflect the subject." Jason argued back. "So much bullshit talk and still no sign of your new boy toy after all."

"You can watch him on the big screen if you want!" She pointed to the giant television behind her, where Lewis was getting out of his silver car, ready to collect his prize. "However, I would prefer to see my man up close if you let me. Or rather, I don't owe you anything so I don't care about what you have to say. So enjoy the show."

Jason just stood there, motionless and disbelieving. Is she fucking kidding me? Lewis Hamilton?!

Karma is the guy on the screen

Coming straight home to me

Y/N ran across the paddock towards the podium as if her life depended on it. But when she arrived at the celebration, the trophies were already handed out and the champagne was already open.

Lewis smiled even more as soon as he set his eyes on his girl, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by her or everyone around them.

His speed in the race had nothing on the speed with which he descended the stairs from the top of the winner's spot to the audience, his path perfectly aimed at her.

"Hey, where were you?" He asked, wrapping her around the waist in his arms, kissing her immediately, without giving her time to respond.

Reminded of how bad her past had been and, above all, how happy she was by his side now, she returned the kiss with an intensity that was unusual for her. The cameras, the people, they were nothing next to him.

"Wow, baby." He expressed, giggling shocked by her public display of affection. "I missed your face when I got out of the car."

"Believe me, I wanted nothing more than to be here but you'll never guess who I saw." She shook her head, laughing as they started to make their way back to the Mercedes' motorhome.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

They approached their destination, still wrapped around each other, eyes on each other, lips on each other.

Lewis, still completely in the dark about the altercation that had taken place minutes before, saw a mysterious figure standing there staring intensely at the two of them.

"Hey, man." He initiated a conversation, as he usually did with all the more timid fans. "Do you want an autograph?" He asked sincerely.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, eyes still not straying away from her champion.

Karma really is a relaxing thought.

Karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Uh-huh, mm

Karma's a relaxing thought

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The Treachery of Love - Masterlist

Pairing: Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for you the man is too proud to let you go. That’s when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer, with him you’ll finally be free of pain… right?

Warning: ANGST, cheating, mention of cheating, mention of death, mention of psychological abuse, mention of abuse, divorce, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut at some part, beefy!Ari Levinson, size difference (and more on each chapter, read them carefully)

Part One: Prologue

Part Two: Nirvana

Part Three

More to come…

If I could do it all over again - Masterpost

Relationship: Chris Evans X Female!Reader

Rating: E (Minors, I wouldn’t recommend this to you but I can’t really stop you, can I?)

Alternate Universe: Cyber security developer Chris, CEO Chris, childhood friend Chris

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst, sci-fi

Series Warnings: unprotected intercourse, mentions of death, death, sadness, mentions of pregnancy, bullying, mentions of cheating, reader kills someone (not in a malicious way, you’ll see).

Summary: Chris was your best friend, the next door neighbor you’ve known since you were just 5, and who slowly became your everything; your rock, your crush. A failed attempt to confess your feelings to him right before College blended with 15 years of silence. But fate, or so you thought, brought the two of you back together one day and everything seemed to be perfect, until it wasn’t anymore. A dream? A nightmare? Who knew…? But one things was sure, if you could go back in time and do it all over again, you would.

Chapter 1 - Prom Night

Chapter 2 - Fate? 

Chapter 3 - Too good to be true

Chapter 4 - Was it just a dream?

Chapter 5 - Residual feelings

A/N - Hello there, so basically this a love story with a science fiction twist. The main characters are you, an aspiring writer (my reader is female but has no defining physical traits) and Chris Evans, in an alternate universe where he’s a software developer. 

《Welcome to my Mafia and Biker Masterlist》

《Main Masterlist》《Biker》《AO3》《Coffee》

◇By continuing to read you agree that you are 18+. Remember you are responsible for your own media consumption.

◇All fics are with a female reader.

◇ Updated May 16th ‘22.

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Destiny MASTERLIST

Geralt of Rivia x Reader [Female]

Summary: Destiny can not be changed. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. No matter how hard you try to prove otherwise.

"You are a mysterious creature, [Y/N]," Geralt whispered in the silent night.

"No, I am just a human." She sadly smiled and looked over the calm lake. "An ordinary human being."

You never believed in destiny, until one night your life changed. In a strange universe, alone in a forest full of monsters, you found him bleeding and barely breathing. Little did you know that he wasn't the only one that needed saving.

Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of rape, anger, angst, swearing, smut, fluff, stubborn Geralt, medical talks, age gap [the reader is 24]. More warnings will be given before each part.

!!! If you feel uncomfortable with any of the previously mentioned things, do not read further for your own good. !!!

Words:

Started: 02/04/2022

Status: IN PROCESS

PROLOGUE

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

Taglist: OPEN

The Witcher Fics

Broken Heart (In progress)

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warnings: Language, blood, violence, death, 

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 

No Rules in Breakable Heaven

Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker x Reader

Warnings:  Soft!Dark August Walker, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of death, violence, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

The one where August came barging into your life, breathing life into you once again. And from then on, you could no longer shake him off.

Beginning, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Ending

EXCERPT:

His big hand outstretched to you, his eyes were pleading, “Come with me, princess. Don’t do this to us,” his baritone voice implored you.

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BIKER BLOOD MASTERLIST

18+

biker!steve au

series status: ongoing

series summary: your neighbor is the leader of the most notorious biker gang in town - but as the niece of one of the most notorious bikers in america, it'll take a lot more than that for him to impress you.

series warning: biker!steve x reader, mature themes, fluff, angst, smut, violence, minor character deaths.

p a r t o n e

p a r t t w o

p a r t t h r e e

p a r t f o u r

p a r t f i v e

p a r t s i x

p a r t s e v e n

p a r t e i g h t

p a r t n i n e

p a r t t e n

Little Flower masterlist

pairing: Female Reader x Kim Namjoon word count: warnings (*each chapter will have it’s own warnings*): inspired by/elements of/au Hades & Persephone, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to enemies (one-sided) to friends to lovers, multiple povs songs i listened to while writing: ludovico einaudi - experience | ludovico einaudi - experience (ibi cover) | keaton henson - elevator song | banks - fuck em only we know/lovesick | the weeknd - in your eyes/wicked games/save your tears | giveon - world we created | raphael lake - prisoner | edu monteiro - love you better | lana del rey - honeymoon/love song | daughter - home | damien rice - my favorite faded fantasy | jesse - bloom later | muse - starlight

also on AO3 | moodboards

Index: ↳ chapter one (2847) - jan. 24th ↳ chapter two (4879) - apr. 30th ↳ chapter three (8149) - jun. 5th

all rights reserved © flwrprncss24 - do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

Masterlist

One And The Same (Dark Steve Rogers)  

Chapter 1  ,Chapter 2  ,Chapter 3  , Chapter 4 ,   Chapter 5 ,  Chapter 6 ,Chapter 7, pt 1  Part2 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9, pt1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Chapter 10 , Chapter 11 [Hiatus; Under Construction]

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Make Me Better (President! Steve Rogers) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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It Wasn’t Supposed To Go This Far (StevexReaderxBucky) : Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Htfbh (2) - New dreams and old feelings

Square filled for @anyfandomangstbingo​​​: “Please don’t do this.”

Title: How to fix broken hearts (2) -  New dreams and old feelings

Summary: It’s over, and you are not ready to move on. Are you? What about the man stepping into your life? Is he ready to move on? 

Pairings: former Steve Rogers x Reader; Andy Barber x Reader 

Word Count: 2,1 k

Warnings: angst, language, cheating, sad reader, Steve being an asshole (like for real), mentions of divorce, mentions of possible gaslighting and unwanted threesome, mentions of Andy’s past (including his father’s crimes), mentions of sex tapes, Peggy is a bitch, a hint of fluff, hurt & comfort, there is only one-bed trope, light panic attack

AFG ANGST BINGO masterlist

How to fix broken hearts masterlist

<< Part 1

“Y/N. Y/N!” a familiar voice calls your name when you get out of Andy’s car. You didn’t want to come back to New York, but you need to sign a few papers to finally leave this town and your former home for good. “What a nice coincident to meet you here.”

Andy furrows his brows as you stiffly stand next to his car. He can see the hurting flash over your face before you muster up all the strength you have left to put a brave face on.

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Allurement- The Escalation

The Journey Commences

Warning: This is a dark romance and some parts contain non-con, dub-con, heavy manipulation, manhandling, and violence. The readers' discretion is advised. The warnings would be provided in the parts themselves.

(The author does not condone such behaviour or acts, kindly keep in mind that it is all fiction)

Main Masterlist

Season One

Allurement Navigation

One- Waves

Two- The Ceo

Three- Foreign Smiles

Four- The Imperturbable Man

Five- Fathers and Sons

Six- McDonald's

Seven- The Invitation

Eight- The Event

Nine- Plastics

Ten- Matters of Trivialities

Eleven- Worlds Apart

Twelve- The Vexation of A Lover

Thirteen- Confrontations

Fourteen- Confessions

Fifteen- Decorum

Sixteen- Closed Case

Seventeen- Safe Embrace

Eighteen- Surreal

Nineteen- Pretentious Pleasantries

Twenty- The Inevitability of Suspicion

Twenty-One- Hawk Eyes

Twenty-Two- Dirt on Million Dollar Collars

Twenty-Three- Red and Green

Twenty-Four- Heavy Sits The Promise

Twenty-Five- Faint Alarm

Twenty-Six- Wary Walls

Twenty-Seven-The List

Twenty-Eight- Milk and Honey*

Twenty-Nine- Contentment

Thirty- Delusion

Thirty-One- Falling Apart

Thirty-Two- Broken Masks

Thirty-Three- Father's Son

Thirty-Four- Schemes

Thirty-Five- Bells of Storm

Thirty-Five- Safe Abode

Thirty-Six- Bedlam

Thirty-Seven- Unveiled*

Thirty-Eight- The Innocent and The System

Thirty-Nine- Ring of Commitment

Forty- The Intelligencer

Forty-One- Pandemonium

Forty-Two- Spite and Spark Lights the Flame*

Forty-Three- The King

Forty-Four- Tenderness

Forty-Five- The Friend

Forty-Six- Words of Wisdom

Forty-Seven- Layered Warmth

Forty-Eight- Behind Closed Doors

Forty-Nine- The Complexities of Truth

Fifty- A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

Fifty-One- Heartache

Fifty-Two- Heights of Haze*

Fifty-Three- Under Smiles and Beyond Silence

Fifty-Four- Glimpse of The Game

Fifty-Five- Glass Paradise*

Fifty-Six- The Player and The Pawn

Fifty-Seven- Veneer

Fifty-Eight- Love*

Fifty-Nine- An Open Prison

Sixty- Man and Wife

Sixty-One- Unexpected Visits

Six-Two- The Fluttering of Caged Wings

Sixty-Three- The Mad Lover*

Sixty-Four- Trust

Sixty-Five- First Steps

Sixty-Six- The Analyst

Sixty-Seven- The Puzzle

Sixty-Eight- Ambivalence

Sixty-Nine

Kim Namjoon

Smut - 🥵 Angst - ☠️ Fluff - 💗

Love You Too much - Yandere

Word count so far -  18,147

Y/N Gets the chance of a lifetime after winning VIP All access tickets to her favourite idols latest tour but is it all too good to be true.

Prologue/ Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3*/ Part 4/ part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9 🥵 / Part 10/ Part 11 🥵/ Part 12/ Part 13/ Part 14🥵/Part 15 🥵/Part 16 🥵/

Christmas Vacation – Enemies to Lovers 🥵

Word count - 3976

Kim Namjoon hadn’t always been the biggest asshole on the planet… but it had been a while. You hate his stupid face, and arms, and voice. Now your families are off on vacation and you are stuck sharing a room with the object of your hatred.

Good Morning - Somnophilia🥵

Word count - 462

Is there any better way to wake up than to have the worlds most gorgeous man in between your legs?

Music to my Ears – Reluctant sub Joon 🥵

Word count - 813

Namjoon is struggling to find the right backing vocals for his new track. So, as his loving girlfriend you thought you’d lend a hand.

Baby Blues – Impreg kink🥵💗

Word count - 968

Nothing like somebody else baby shower to make you broody. Well maybe not you…

Giddy Up – Thigh riding🥵

Word count - 783

Y/N gets a little bit too brave at a BigHit party. For that you should be punished.

The ‘worst’ kind of roommate – The start to a smut I never wrote

Word count - 640

Namjoon is a terrible person to be stuck living with. It seemed like a great idea to start with, mutual friends and differing schedules. Then quarantine hit.

How Do I Wrap My Heart Up For Christmas? – fluffy?💗

Word count - 736

You are known as the Christmas master amongst your friends. Namjoon comes to you for help when his present wrapping goes terribly.

Everything you had – Heavy on the angst (I was in my feelings)☠️

Word count - 765

You and Namjoon have been friends for awhile. More than friends, you were sure of it. Timing had just never worked out. But now everything was falling into place, after a drunken night together everything is just going to work itself out… right?

Put a Pin In It – just a fluffy morning with Namjoon 💗

Word count - 519

Why would you ever want to get out of bed on a morning like this one?

Sir, Yes Sir! 🥵

Word count - 1181 words

One day your belittled secretary decides he has had enough of your attitude. This work contains dubious consent

Rock Hard🥵

Word count - 1651

After cancelling your date night because you’re ‘sick’, Namjoon takes it upon himself to bring you some soup but he ends up finding out much more than he bargained for.

Wrong Order🥵

Word Count - 1197 

When a pair of maternity jeans show up in your online order, you decide to show them off as a joke…

Frisky Limo Ride🥵

Word Count - 1369

With not enough space in the limo, Y/N needs to sit on Namjoon’s lap to make space

The Princess and The Duke🥵💗☠️

Word count - 12,743

He was the boy you grew up with in the palace. The son of a Duke. The reason you got grass stains on your best gowns after the he convinced you to run through the hedge maze. The boy that asked your father’s permission to escort you to your 1st ball. The boy that took off on the night of your graduation - the night you were to be engaged.

Part 1

Part 2

Losing Virginity Drabble

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HIGH - [KNJ]

Summary: When the calls from a stoned guy are not just normal calls.

Pairings: Yandere!Namjoon x fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Disclaimer: This story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it. I do not own BTS or any K-pop group who will appear in this fiction.

Warning: Mature content ahead, yandere, cbsession, manipolative namjoon (i’m scared myself), slight smut, drugs, killings.

Word count: 9.4k

Do not romanticise this.

A/N:

it’s my first time writing on tumblr, english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammatical errors and typos.

ENJOY!

High. 

An euphoric feeling pervading your body and mind, clouding you, caused by the drugs. 

But that feeling could also be caused by someone special to you, making you feel like you were high.

Maybe both. 

Together.

And the third option was his case. But when you were high…

you were often doing things you shouldn’t be doing.

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HIGH - [KNJ]

Summary: When the calls from a stoned guy are not just normal calls.

Pairings: Yandere!Namjoon x fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Disclaimer: This story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it. I do not own BTS or any K-pop group who will appear in this fiction.

Warning: Mature content ahead, yandere, cbsession, manipolative namjoon (i’m scared myself), slight smut, drugs, killings.

Word count: 9.4k

Do not romanticise this.

A/N:

it’s my first time writing on tumblr, english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammatical errors and typos.

ENJOY!

High. 

An euphoric feeling pervading your body and mind, clouding you, caused by the drugs. 

But that feeling could also be caused by someone special to you, making you feel like you were high.

Maybe both. 

Together.

And the third option was his case. But when you were high…

you were often doing things you shouldn’t be doing.

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Raid Your Heart

╰ Part 12 - boring sex life

- streamer au | smau and narrative fic

- pretentious gamer Joon x soft gamer reader (fem and poc)

- e2f2l, eventual fb | fuckboy!Joon (kinda) | angst, implied smut, fluff

~ You were doing just fine, playing your sims and animal crossing games, having a good time in the corner of the internet you have created for yourself, when Kim Namjoon comes barreling through. He’s dead set on destroying any comfort you may have found in the gaming community, but you’re not gonna let him get away with it. Contrary to his belief, you can strategize an attack better than he expects. 🎮

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smokescreen | knj sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn

🖇 synopsis:

— don’t judge a book by its cover. unless the book is a six foot tall, dimpled muscle pig who has no problem bragging about the notches on his belt… not to mention his new unhinged determination to add you to the list.

pairing: rapper!namjoon x photographer!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: yoonmin!! 2seok.

genre: smut!! idol au, enemies to lovers, boss/employee. angst… maybe

warnings: namjoon is a raging asshole and 100% fictional! i’m sure the real kim namjoon is a sweetheart - just not this one.

updates: everyday! (sometimes twice)

status: ongoing!!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue: sunday morning scandal

character profiles: cypher v

character profiles: yoonmin stans ft. san

part one: caught in 4k

part two: slapping multimillionaires

bonus: under me

part three: work related

part four: unbelievably down

part five: snotty nose boy

- streamer au | smau and narrative fic

- pretentious gamer Joon x soft gamer reader (fem and poc)

- e2f2l, eventual fuck buddies | fuckboy!Joon (kinda) | angst, implied smut, fluff

~ You were doing just fine, playing your sims and animal crossing games, having a good time in the corner of the internet you have created for yourself, when Kim Namjoon comes barreling through. He’s dead set on destroying any comfort you may have found in the gaming community, but you’re not gonna let him get away with it. Contrary to his belief, you can strategize an attack better than he expects. 🎮

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Ongoing Series I Love ▪ BTS

I set up this blog, after being a silent (and tumblr-less) reader for years, so I can reblog fics I enjoyed reading. I also use it to create reading lists (which others have said they found useful 😁).

For my🎉 one-year blog anniversary 🎊 project, I thought of going through my archive to put all these well-cherished ongoing readings in a list (which I thought was a bright idea then, not knowing going through archive of posts will take weeks 😅🤭).

The fics are sectioned per member + OT7/Multi.

💖Notes at the bottom of the page 💖

BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition (BTS + OT7/multi)

↳ KEY

bf2l - best friends to lovers

cf2l - childhood friends to lovers

e2l - enemies to lovers

f2l - friends to lovers

i2l  - idiots to lovers

s2l - strangers to lovers

fwb - friends with benefits

※  A - angst | S - smut | F - fluff

※ The chapter indicated is the last one I’ve read, might not be the recent chapter  

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l.i.b. masterlist 🚞

→ social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way)

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pairing: ??? x reader genre: humor/crack, fluff, slight angst parts: 38/38 updates: complete

a/n: dedicated to @x-useobwa-x​ who won second place in my anniversary raffle (that i held… a year ago…) i’m so sorry that this has taken so long for me to start, but hopefully you’ll still like it!! enjoy!!

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chapter 9- throne

pairing: god!namjoon x goddess!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: allusion to sex, choking, jealously, mention of poison, destruction of property, thoughts of killing, allusion to voyeurism

wc: ~3.3k

a/n: Please let me know how we feel about namjoon in this chapter!

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chapter 9- throne

pairing: god!namjoon x goddess!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: allusion to sex, choking, jealously, mention of poison, destruction of property, thoughts of killing, allusion to voyeurism

wc: ~3.3k

a/n: Please let me know how we feel about namjoon in this chapter!

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