Harmony

harmony

{lewis hamilton x fem!reader}; {feat. toto wolff}

in which lewis persuades you to skip work for sexy times.

warnings: smut - woken up with oral, hold the moan vibes + having to keep quiet, oral sex (fem!receiving) while on a phone call, fingering, orgasm denial / build up, dom/sub controlling vibes if you squint with a tiny bit of light choking, semi-exhibitionism, dirty talk and fantasizing, unprotected sex, blatant lying to one’s boss + poor grasp of how f1 engines work on this author’s part (please suspend disbelief)

written for the kink bingo challenge - noise control

You wake up to the feel of his tongue against the flat expanse of skin below your belly button, tracing sinuous circles lower and lower, until he reaches the part of you he’s dying to taste. His fingers are pressed against your thighs, pushing them apart as he wriggles under the duvet, and even though you can’t see him, you can feel him - the scrape of his rough stubble, the heat of his mouth all over you, making you whimper at the sensation of his soft, wet lips touching your skin. You pull down the covers, exposing his braided hair before his wide, brown eyes peek out at you, and he’s smiling, flashing his white teeth at you as he strokes the insides of your thigh with his soft cheek.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is always gruff in the morning, and the sound instantly prickles your skin with awareness and want, and you start to reply when his fingers gently part through your pussy, his thumb gently rubbing at the bead of your clit lazily, teasing you. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” It’s barely dawn and you’re groggy from sleep, but the instant he dips his head to lick a wet stripe up the parts of you he’s touched, your eyes widen and suddenly, the rush of adrenaline and the promise of sex makes your body shiver awake.

“I’ve got to get ready for work in twenty minutes,” you protest, weakly, as his tongue traces erotic shapes between your legs, alternating with gentle little kisses that make you want to whimper and moan his name. His warm hand curls around your hip as he practically worships the softest, sweetest parts of you, lapping with his tongue at the altar of your thighs. “Mmmm,” he whispers, hot breath teasing you, making your body grow hot with desire. “Can’t you call in late? I need to taste all of your sweet, wet cunt. Now.”

You shudder as he seals his mouth over your clit, the suction of it driving you crazy, making you want more, more of anything and everything he’s got. You reach down to stroke his shoulders and cup the back of his head, tight with his braids, and he hums with affection, his eyes watching you with a glint in his eyes - desire inscribed all over his face. His hand trails down the outsides of your thighs, stroking you there, softly, rubbing little circles that make your breathing hitch. “Gonna fuck you with my tongue, love,” he says, and when he makes good on his raspy promise, your hips leap off the bed, feeling the slick, flexible shape of his tongue press deep inside you, curling deliciously into parts of you that’s almost too good to bear. You slide fingers into his tightly wound braids, undulating and gasping that it’s too much and not enough at the same time - wanting roughness, tenderness all at once. He pulls away, breathing heavily - and you relish the sight of his mouth and chin, glistening with your wetness, his saliva.

“So good for me, baby.” His smile is so wide, and it squeezes at your heart to be at the receiving end of such open praise. “You can take more, can’t you?”

You’re barely coherent when you tell him, “please, holy fucking shit - please, more?” He grins, leans down for a final kiss along your soft lips.

“I’ll give you everything you need, baby,” he pauses, like the most evil, opportunistic man alive, “if you call up work now and tell them you’re not coming in today.”

Your eyes widen when you register the thing he’s asking you to do. “Lewis. I can’t - I have so many things to clear today. We’re working on the engine-”

He gives you a faintly pitying look. “You work too fucking hard, my love. Don’t you deserve just one day off?” He lets a slow smile cross his face, his voice dipping into dangerously low territory. “One day where you get to spend all day in bed with my mouth between your thighs and my cock deep inside you.”

You can’t repress the shiver that runs through your whole body, with the erotic timbre of his voice, the sultry way he looks at you - hands wide on your thigh, thumb stroking absently as if to remind you constantly of his touch, to whet your appetite for more.

“Lew.” You chew on your bottom lip, as he raises his eyebrows in a playful challenge. “The boss would kill me.”

“Toto is very understanding.” Lewis assures, his fingers growing restless, sliding to the inside of your thigh and up its slope. “He won’t suspect a thing.” The soft pad of his index finger traces along the juncture of your legs, his feather-light touch along the seam of your pussy somehow more erotic than it has any right to be. You shiver, and Lewis ups the ante, making slow, sinful circles around your clit. “Promise.”

The assurance in his eyes is enough to make you grow bold, and when he tips his face in an unspoken, deliberate order to get your phone from the bedside table, it’s pure instinctive desire that drives you to do so - wanting to please him and only him. You start to look for the number for HR, ready to be done with this call in under a minute, when Lewis taps your thigh and makes you look up.

“Don’t call the admin office. Call Toto himself.” His smile turns almost devious. “I want him to hear it straight from you - that you’re not coming in today.”

As far as requests go, it’s still fairly innocent. You swallow against the intimidating thought of calling Toto, knowing that his displeasure will certainly come through the call, and you really hate making him upset. You think about the way his arms would look in rolled up sleeves, crossed over his broad chest and his mouth turning sullen as he stands to his height above you, and the thought is…

Well… it’s something.

Lewis grins at your face, as if reading your thoughts almost telepathically. “Are you blushing, babe? You down bad for Toto, huh?”

“No!” You hurry to defend yourself, but Lewis just smirks knowingly, the picture of cocky confidence, and it’s kind of hot, actually, that he’s not at all threatened by the way you might just have a tiny little bit of a crush on your boss. “I just… he scares me sometimes, and I hate disappointing him.”

Lewis kisses your hip in assurance. ‘You couldn’t ever disappoint him. He likes you, even if his face doesn’t always show it.’

You shake your head, doubtful and not at all reassured, and your fingers are shaky when you pull up his number and press call. Lewis beams, the pleasure on his handsome face making him even more unfairly gorgeous than you can bear. “Such a good girl,” his voice drops a register, as he bends down and lets his tongue trace a line down your hip and over the mound of your pussy.

Your mouth drops open, and you squirm against him, even as the phone continues to ring in your ear. “Lew! Stop that.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t pay attention, holding you tightly in position for his mouth to explore. “Keep perfectly still for me. And be perfectly professional with Toto, yeah?” You watch with unfolding worry as his fingers spread your legs wide and he dips for for another taste…

You grow frantic. “Lewis! I’m going to cut off this call and-“

“No.” He orders, between swipes of his tongue at your sweetness. “Stay on the line, sweetheart.”

Your stomach drops when Toto answers curtly, voice deep, reminding you of a headmaster that’s ready to dish out punishment. It’s too late to back out of the call now, and Lewis’ eyes sparkle when he realises this. His tongue licks gentle, teasing strokes up your cunt, and you shudder, on the precipice of moaning.

“Hello? Yes?” Toto’s always straight to the point. “Is there a problem with the-”

“No. Toto, I’m sorry to call.” You clear your throat, watching helplessly as Lewis smirks to himself and continues to busy his mouth with your cunt, lapping torturous, zig-zagging motions through your wet centre, letting his tongue tease sinful circles around your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing. “I… I won’t be coming in today.”

“Oh.” He pauses, and you hear the shuffling of papers. He sounds distracted. “Why not?”

Lewis squeezes your thigh, and you open your eyes to look right down at him, those gorgeous warm eyes laced with a sensual streak, and the smirk you can only feel against your softest parts. He sucks against your clit, his fingers teasing at your wet entrance now, and your cheeks grow hot as pleasure grows. “I’m sick.” You barely get out, trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Toto says, as heat coils low in your belly to the tune of Lewis’ hot, wet suction, building you up towards a sensation that’s so ridiculously good, you’re dying to cry out. You bite down on your bottom lip, a hand reaching down to fist into his neat braids as your hips rise to press more firmly against his mouth. He moans appreciatively, and you release a shaky breath. Toto’s voice continues, assertive in your ear. “Have you gone to see a doctor?”

“Soon,” you clear your throat again, overriding the impulse to cry out. “But I have enough medication to cover me, I think.”

“Mm.” More papers, and in the background, someone’s talking to him, which takes his attention away for a couple of seconds. Meanwhile, Lewis is unrelenting, devious, his cheeks flushed and now wet with your slick, with the thrill of getting you off in such a precariously sexy way. You pull the phone away from your face to let out the tiniest little whimper, and Lewis makes a low, appreciative sound, a renewed desire to chase that noise all the way until you explode.

“Well you better be getting some rest.” Toto’s voice is measured and even when he speaks again. “Is Lewis there with you?”

Your eyes widen, and Lewis, who can faintly overhear the exchange, pulls away for a second to chuckle. “Yes,” you tell Toto truthfully, because there’s never been any reason to hide your relationship. “He’s uhm… he’s here.”

There’s a fondness that enters his voice when he replies. “Well I hope he takes good care of you.”

You didn’t think you could blush any hotter than right now. Lewis winks at you, and you swallow down a shudder when he returns back to the sacred space between your legs for a long, indulgent lick. “Y-yes. He’s being so very good to me.” You can’t help the little hitch in your breath that escapes, as Lewis rubs the bridge of his nose against your clit, his flexible tongue dipping inside you so he can taste inside. He ventures inside you so deep that your back arches against the mattress, and you struggle to contain yourself and the noises that threaten to spill forth. Lewis looks at you, eyes lust-drenched and irresistible and you moan.

That sound you make doesn’t go unnoticed by Toto, and you hear him get up to close his office door, before sitting back in the chair that creaks a little. When he speaks again, his voice drops a register. “What’s he doing for you, hm?”

Your cheeks burn as you look away from Lewis. “N-nothing.”

“Oh. That’s disappointing,” Toto says, and you can almost imagine the tiniest grin curve up on his face, his forearms with rolled up sleeves now on his desk. “He really ought to be a better boyfriend…”

“H-he is,” you splutter, half caught between embarrassment and worry that he’ll fire you in an instant - or worse, that he’ll stay and listen. The image of Toto listening in, privy to your most secret and sacred intimacies with Lewis, makes you want to hang up instantly. Lewis doesn’t care - he revels in your discomfort, your struggle to maintain your professional facade, your composure. He slides two fingers inside you, curling upwards to rub against the sensitive spot inside you that he has grown accustomed to touching, and your whole body squirms, growing molten-hot, dripping with unfulfilled yearning. You exhale roughly when you manage to tamper down the tide of pleasure, and Lewis smirks when you say, weakly, “He’s… he’s just taking care of me.”

“I bet he is.” Toto’s voice grows almost unbearably low, and this time, there’s an unmistakable gruffness that underscores his words. Your eyes grow wide with realisation when Toto says, “I think I can hear him taking such good care of you.”

Fuck. You definitely should hang up, now.

Lewis murmurs, “put him on loudspeaker, babe.” When you give him the most horrified look of indignation, he strokes your thigh reassuringly. “Trust me. I know you’ll love it.”

There’s nothing - nothing more thrilling than this: the mischievous, cocky arch of his brows when you lose all sense of self and comply with his wishes. Whatever Toto’s thinking about, what he’s able to hear from you two on the other side, you don’t trust yourself to imagine, but you hear the rough edge of his voice that comes through clearly from the loudspeaker, “Please don’t let me interrupt. I just have a couple of questions about the engine if you’re not going to be coming in today…”

Toto’s mean, keeping you on the phone line like that - it’s punishment, surely, for faking an illness. He grills you about the pneumatic valves, and you’re fighting against the way your brain melts from the torture Lewis enacts between your legs, trying to piece together information for Toto that’s at least vaguely professional. You gasp when Lewis’ mouth closes over your entrance, tongue reaching out to lick you there, wet and hot and flexible, making soft little moans. “You taste so good,” he whispers, almost too-loud, “so sweet and good for me.” His tongue pushes right inside you again, and you jerk against the bed, whimpering, on the cusp of begging him to stop - or worse - to let you cum.

“Shhhh,” Lewis warns, eyes crinkling at the sides - gleaming. “Gotta be so quiet, baby.”

So instead of moaning his name like you’re dying to, you rattle off to Toto about the new design of the valves in your shakiest voice, how they’re guaranteed to be more efficient without compromising the speed of the car, the fuel/oxygen conversion, the balancing act you’ve struck between efficacy and the weight of the engine. Between your legs, you’re walking that tightrope sensation of staving off your orgasm and getting so fucking close you just might scream.

Toto clears his throat, and you can hear the impatient shuffle of papers again. “Right. Remains to be seen if it’ll actually work, but I think we can give it a try.”

Lewis smiles - Toto’s tough, but fair and realistic. You twist in the sheets, impatient to be let off. “I’ll send an email about the inner workings-”

“That won’t be necessary,” you can almost hear the smirk Toto gives. “Make sure you rest. I’ll leave you in the excellent hands of Lewis, and please remind him to return you back to us when he’s all done with you.”

“Yes, Toto,” Lewis’ calls out, eyes gleaming with sensual promise even as his thumb rubs over your clit now, keeping you on the edge. You let out a shivery breath and tell Toto, “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Take care, you two.” Toto chuckles, then clicks off.

“Fuck you,” you start to scold, but then Lewis dips back down at your pussy again and does this illicit thing with his mouth that has the protest dying right in your throat. “Fuck. Lewis.”

“Look at you, being all professional on the phone. God, you know what your technical vocabulary does to me, don’t you? My girl’s so competent,” Lewis says, tenderly, pride filling his voice. All you can manage is a nod, already on the edge of something quite explosive, already beyond mindless from the sweet suction of his pretty mouth. He laps his tongue flat against your clit now, feeling your wetness grow as he builds you up again. You shudder audibly, the sounds of your exhales matching his own ragged breathing. You know Lewis hears it too - and there’s this flash of a smugness he gives you, as if he loves this game so much - the adrenaline of putting you on display, not letting Toto know while he’s tuning you up, still running through him even after Toto’s hung up.

A little part of you wonders what would have happened if he hadn’t hung up.

“Lewis, oh my god,” your voice is too desperate, too full of shame and need - as profane thoughts start to infiltrate your mind that don’t just centre around your boyfriend. In response, Lewis moans, and does this filthy thing with his tongue that’s the very definition of mindfuck. Your heels dig into the sheets bunching around his body, hips twisting in the agonised-pleasure of an almost orgasm, and he fights to keep his mouth on your pussy, but he’s strong and good at what he does.

“Please, please,” you beg, tears in your eyes, and just as you think you cannot take it anymore, he spreads your legs even wider and truly buries his face there, groaning as if he’s half-starved and you’re the last, delicious thing he wants to feast on.

“Lewis… fuck, Lewis!” You thrash against the sheets as an orgasm crashes into you with an intensity that floors you, and he rides the wave with you, eyes blazing, mouth relentlessly dragging out every bit of your pleasure. When the last tremors fade, he laughs with pure, heady pleasure as he kisses your belly with his dirty, slick mouth, smearing your juices on your skin. You’re panting like you just ran a marathon. Lewis’ eyes are so sparkly, so pretty, when he’s this turned on and looking straight up at you.

“Pass me the lube,” he whispers, motioning to the side of the bed that’s just within reach. You comply, and he holds out his hand for you to shakily squeeze a generous dollop of it onto his palm. He reaches down to you, spreading your legs wide, before letting two fingers gently graze over your entrance, touching the sensitive skin there and guiding his fingers in little teasing strokes, making you even slicker for him.

“So pretty,” he says, and you want to protest, because he’s the pretty one when he’s above you like this, glowing with a ethereal aura around him as he looks down at you, full of confidence. Angelic is the word that comes to mind. You watch, captivated by the stretch of the tattooed fingers that wrap around his cock, his eyes at once hungry and so full of tenderness and trust, and your heart can’t stop racing when he leans over you, his thighs bracketing yours.

“Please…” you beg, wrapping arms around his shoulders as you get him right atop you, and he smiles down indulgently, in a look that promises you anything you ask for. “Want you, Lew.”

“Just me?” He teases, and you roll your eyes at his jibe. You know he will never let you live this down - now that he knows about your little crush on Toto.

All teasing aside, you press a kiss to his nose, his Cupid’s bow, and tell him, “You know I want you.” His eyes soften at your admission, growing serious now. “I want you in all the ways a person can want another.”

He looks almost bashful at that - like he’s not expecting such a confession in the midst of a playful morning fuck. “You have me,” he says, taking your hand in his and pressing it to his lips. “All of me. Always.”

Something in your chest melts at his words.

“Relax for me,” he whispers as he runs his cock along your wet, sensitive folds, pressing gently against you, wet with lube and with precum. His cock is so hot and throbbing that it makes you tighten your grip over his shoulders. He brushes his lips over yours, kissing you from the distracting stretch of himself in you, going slow, careful to let you adjust. Lewis is so gentle, and the way he fills you up with such care makes you fall in love with him just a little bit more. “That’s it…” he says, voice husky and slow, “that’s my good girl.”

You kiss him as his fingers wind around the curve of your hip, giving him leverage to move inside you with a rhythm that comes so instinctively to you both, until you melt into the sheets - into him entirely. The haze that surrounds you, heady, dizzying, makes you whimper almost brokenly, unable to form coherent sentences any longer. Dimly you register his fingers sliding up from your hip to your waist, coasting over the curve of your breasts before he slides it over the column of your neck for a gentle squeeze at the sides. He likes these little reminders that you’re his to use - to play with - to tease into mindless ecstasy.

“More, Lewis,” you beg, and he presses his fingers into the gentlest chokehold, before easing up on you, fingers light around your neck, with a grin that tells you he likes it when you sound whimpery, desperate. He fucks you faster now, hissing at the way your fingernails dig into his back, moaning when you drag them down. He whispers your name against your lips between wet, open-mouthed kisses, and you tighten around his cock at how full it feels, having him inside you.

“Bet Toto would’ve loved to hear this,” he says, and you swear at him, because he’s dragging out this fantasy, making you crazy, getting you close as his fingers reach down to rub your aching clit now. He’s close, too, you can tell, from the way his breathing goes ragged, his eyes dark and wide with lust. “You’d let him hear me fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

You only cry out, bucking against his touch, his thrusts. You don’t trust yourself to answer.

“Yeah I know you would. You couldn’t be quiet because you’d want him to hear you get filthy for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice is still so smug but there’s the tiniest tremble there that you can hear. It’s so sexy, knowing he’s getting off on it too.

You thrash against him, whining now with the shame of loving what he’s saying, feeling so hot you feel like you might combust. “That’s too dirty, Lew.”

“You love me saying slutty things to you.” He groans, his hips snapping against yours erratically now. He’s so close. “Especially if Toto’s just near enough to hear it, huh? Bet your moans would get us both in trouble.”

You groan, and clench around him at the thought.

“Fuck, I need to come,” Lewis says with a urgency that lights up something primal in you, as all tension breaks apart inside you, and suddenly you’re coming, pulling him closer to you as you shudder uncontrollably, crying out his name, the thought of Toto listening to this at the back of your mind, spurring you on.

Lewis buries his face in your neck and comes inside you deep, and you can feel the spurt of his cum in you - hot, messy and reckless, as he shivers and makes sounds that are better than any dirty fantasy you’ve ever had. He collapses beside you, arms still wrapped around your body as his lips press to your neck, your skin pebbling under the hot brush of his breath. You curl your arms around his back, thoughts of work all forgotten as you kiss the parts of him that are just within your reach. This is all you need, right now. Just him, and no one else.

“I need a shower,” Lewis murmurs, sounding exhausted. You reach behind his neck and massage the line of muscles that connect from the base of his scalp to his shoulders and he hums in gratitude. He always aches there when he eats you out for extended periods of time.

“Thought you were going to stay in bed with me all day,” you half-complain, as he turns his neck to allow your fingers to massage a new spot.

He flashes a bright grin at you, going limp under the touch of your hands. “That depends… are we going to have to make more phone calls to get you going again?”

Your bright blush and squeak of indignation makes him burst into laughter that echoes off your bedroom walls. He’s so terrible - but he’s yours.

All yours.

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I started on this way back in august of 2022, when i was deranged and decided i wanted to explore more ‘hold the moan’ type of scenarios. There might have been an earlier draft of this story where Toto actually joins in (askjhdakjsdhs) but it was too much for my brain to handle and I didn’t want it to detract from Lewis in any way. So maybe we’ll do a Toto one another time (maaaaaybe).

I really struggled to write this for months but eventually I just needed to finish it and let it be. It spiralled past 4K territory and I was slowly but surely losing my mind. Thank fuck it’s done and I don’t have to think about it any more. Also i seem to love writing stories about skipping work to fuck… it’s clearly a kink that resonates.

I’m a bit nervous to have this out cause i haven’t written for him in so long, but I loved writing Lewis in this so much - he’s a really cool mix of sexy, sweet, playful to me, and i def want to write more for him (so send inspo?). Inspiration from this was taken from ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

Would love to know what you thought, or if you’d like to just scream about how mindlessly hot Lewis is at me <3

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all my love, ivy

so i'll take the nightshift

sebastian and his ex wife have a chat after the last weeks events

part one here

wc: 1.3k words

cw: absent father? again not intentional

It had been a week since you had admitted to both yourself and your daughter that you missed Sebastian. In that week, he had been at your apartment first thing on Monday morning to pick her up so that he could spend his week with her, since he had already missed her birthday - which was truly no fault of his own - he had vowed he would treat her like the princess you both knew she was for the whole week he was able to spend with her. You knew that Sebastian was a great father, in your daughter's eyes? The best - even if her mommy and daddy didn't live together, she knew that they both loved her with everything that they had. Your week without her had been peaceful enough, managing to get all the housework that needed done did before her arrival - But the silence that came with the lack of her had you deep in your thoughts, as you remembered your admittance of missing your ex-husband: You were hoping that she wouldn't relay what you had said to Sebastian.

You were sat on the couch, Sebastians throw blanket tucked around you - You couldn't bare to get rid of it after you had separated, everything else was fair game, but part of you didn't want Sebastian out of your life entirely, you still loved him and missed him dearly. Hearing the door knock, you paused the movie playing on the TV, your daughter had already walked in on you watching a horror movie before, and you would rather not want to go through that again. Keeping Sebastians blanket wrapped around you, you heaved yourself up off of the couch and shuffled to the front door, opening it and seeing your daughter asleep in her father's arms.

"Oh, hey," You greeted him, your heart stopping as you realised that this was really the first time you had come face to face with your ex since you had admitted missing him, the Monday past where he had picked her up, you had been too busy getting her ready to really have a minute to process your feelings.

"Hi, I don't know if she's pretending to be asleep or not but she's not waking up," He smiled at her and then you, and you returned the smile, remembering the days where she would be pretending to be asleep to get you or Sebastian to carry her into the house. "Can I come in?" Sebastian asked you, you nodded in response, stepping aside to let him come into your apartment.

"How was she?" You asked him, brushing her blonde curls out of her face as she slept peacefully in her father's arms. Sebastian smiled, he held so much love for the daughter that you and him had created and loved nothing more than getting to spend time with her - well, he loved one thing maybe a bit more.

"She was great, I'm sure she'll tell you all about it when she wakes up, she's really talkative now, huh?" You chuckled at Sebastians words and nodded, you knew all too well how chatty your daughter could be, especially when she was excited or had something fun to tell you. You sighed as you realised that you couldn't deal with the conflict that you felt within you anymore, you needed to talk to Sebastian about how you were feeling, about how your daughter was feeling.

"Seb, can we talk?" You asked him, placing a hand on your daughter's small back and then looking up at Sebastian, who nodded in response to your question. "You can put her to bed if you want, her room is down the hall and to the left." He smiled and nodded, internally fighting the urge to place a small kiss on your lips like he would always do. You paced your living room as you thought of how to vocalise your feelings without bursting into tears.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" Sebastian asked you, as he settled down on your couch and watched as you sat down beside him, playing with the bracelet that your daughter had made you. You sighed, knowing that if you didn't do this now, then you never would.

"(Name) missed you last week, she was devastated when you didn't make it to her party," You started telling him, your heart breaking as you remembered the heart break of your daughter as she told you of her upset at the absence of her father at her party. "And I had to tell her the same thing that I used to tell myself, that it was because this was your job and that you couldn't help it and then she said that she missed you and then I said-"

"That you miss me too," Sebastian cut you off, frowning as he looked at you. "She told me, I was putting her to bed and she told me that you were upset because you missed me." Your heart stopped as you sighed, rubbing your face.

"The worst part is that I mean it, Sebastian," You told him. "I miss you, but I don't miss you being gone all of the time, not hearing your voice for days because of the time differences, but now I have to make the same excuses I made for myself for you being gone to our daughter, Sebastian." Your voice was wavering and you knew that at any point, you would burst into tears and his next words would determine the possibility of that. He reached forward to hold your hand as he always did when he could tell that you were getting worked up, even separated, he still knew you so well.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm going to be retiring at the end of this season," He dropped the biggest bomb you had possibly ever heard. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him, you didn't understand - Sebastian loved his career, so why is he giving it up.

"What? Sebastian, you love racing," You voiced. Sebastian chuckled as he shook his head, still holding your hand in his.

"I do, but I love you and (Name) more, and I don't want to miss out on any more of our girl growing up," He told you, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you gained some sort of inkling where this was going - were you ready for this again? Was he being genuine? Of course he was. Again, even separated, you knew your ex well. "And I'm not expecting you to take me back straight away, I know me being gone so often really hurt you in ways that I could never imagine, but I would really like for us to try again. I still love you, Y/N. I think I always will love you."

You didn't even think over his offer of trying again before you threw yourself into his arms, craving the feelings of his touch after being starved of it for so long. You were getting your Sebastian back.

"I don't think I ever stopped loving you, Seb," You cried, looking into his eyes which mirrored your daughters perfectly. He laughed as he looked into yours, finding nothing but the woman he had loved since their first meeting, the woman who was the mother of his beautiful daughter, the woman he loved.

"Me neither, my love."

Maybe this time, things wouldn't be the same, but better.

note: idk whether I love or hate this pls give me some feedback to work with

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pleaseultraviolenceme

1 year ago

hi bestie 🫶🏻 i read that your reqs are open for valentine's day and i'm so sorry that i keep talking about mick but the content is just. giving me life during finals phase i'm sorry🫠

but what do you think about reader preparing a special striptease for him for day that ends up with her riding his thigh? perhaps with prompt 35

sorry if this is too specific or not specific enough, it’s my first time properly requesting 🙈

- 🐣

all good babe! // prompt: “you’re so filthy… all this for me? how cute.”

His first points was a huge accomplishment and you two have yet to properly celebrate his success.

Mick’s mum and sister has joined you two for the race and you didn’t wanna take away from his time with them so you celebrated with them instead of you two alone.

The next day he had a flight so you two didn’t really get time together until now, when you returned home.

You decided you’d finally put that set you bought a while ago to good use; red with all the straps and bow, the full nine yards. Mick had no idea what you were up to, he was busy catching up on this new show his sister had told him about, the tv keeping him busy long enough that you were to get ready and walk down.

Mick’s eyes move from the tv to you the moment he saw you. You walked down, sitting yourself on his lap and straddling him. He’s yet to see what you have on under the button up you pulled on.

There was a bit of red lace peeking out seeing that you didn’t full button up the top but Mick was nothing if not patient. “You look nice,” he tells you, a hand on your waist as he smiles at you.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled back at him, his eyes fixed on your hands as you slowly unbuttoned the top. The fabric pooled behind you down, draped over his lap.

“All this for me?” He admired the woman on his lap, his hand rubbing up your side. “All for you,” you leaned into him, kissing him as you hand rests on his jaw.

Mick shifts you into his thigh, his hands moving you back and forth slowly. You can feel the panties and the denim on his jeans brush over your clit, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Your boyfriend whispered the filthiest things to you but his voice sweet like honey and you’re putty in his hands.

You wanted nothing more than for Mick to fuck you but he was a bit too preoccupied with how pretty you looked to let you get undressed. He could feel how wet you were on his thigh and a glance down confirmed it.

“You’re so filthy.. all this for me? How cute.” He mumbles, the words bringing a blush to your cheeks.

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pleaseultraviolenceme

1 year ago

It’s Kimi Raikkonen’s birthday 🥳

I need a Time Machine and one chance god please 🙏😭😣😩🤭

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1 year ago

slippery when wet // david malukas (kinktober day 1!)

summary: she looks so good in her halloween costume, and all he wants is to bury his head between her thighs until she screams his name. even if it is in pato’s bathroom.

prompt: semi-public sex

pairing: david malukas x female reader

warnings: bathroom sex, david has an eensie weensie little bit of a corruption kink, sting ray gets traumatized

Slippery When Wet // David Malukas (kinktober Day 1!)

she looked so innocent, dancing with lissie and elba, her tight white dress hugging her curves. the dress was a decent length, down to just above her knees, but in davids hungry eyes, it was downright indecent.

the trio had dressed for the occasion: a triplets costume as kiss, marry and kill appropriately. elba was kiss, lissie was kill and y/n was marry, a charming white veil falling over her hair.

david malukas was smitten, it was an open secret.

there was nothing he wanted more than to hike his girlfriends skirt up to her waist, rip her lacy panties in half and bury his head between her thighs until she cried from overstimulation.

“dude, stop undressing her with your eyes. it’s getting creepy.” pato o’ ward laughed, placing a red solo cup in front of him. “i get that you two are in love or whatever, but I do not want to hear you two having sex in the trailer before a race.”

“but it’s my good luck charm.” dave joked, finally managing to tear his eyes away from his lover “don’t worry, i wouldn’t do that to you. I respect you guys too much. sting ray on the other hand…gosh he’s fun to fuck with.”

“if you could stop being madly in love for five minutes, maybe you’d actually get something done.” pato joked, nudging his shoulder

well, how could dave get anything done when all he wanted to do was her?

he slipped behind her, resting his hands on his lovers waist before leaning down to rest his chin on the top of her head. she hummed in content, leaning into his touch, placing one hand on top of his.

lissie and elba gave them a knowing look before drifting off to find their respective partners: marcus was out on the porch with the other ganassi boys and elbas husband had long since vanished after pato sent him on a beer run.

“your friends didn’t have to leave.”

“they did when you gave me bedroom eyes.” y/n laughed, mimicking her boyfriends ‘fuck me’ eyes before she kissed him softly, turning around in his touch so she could hug him.

one of davids hands come down to gently squeeze her ass, a fistful of flesh in his comforting grip. she knew what he wanted.

“you look so innocent in white. with those carnations on your wrist and the lace on your hair. but nobody else knows what I know, my pretty perfect girl.”

“mhm, and what’s that.”

“how you sound anything but innocent when I have my tongue buried inside of you.” he rasped, lips just barely dusting her ear.

and that’s how they found themselves on one of the house’s cavernous bathrooms, their giggles echoing off the tile as david swept her off her feet, his lips stitched to hers with a grin as he guided her towards the vanity.

“david!” she giggled, feeling his hands venture up her dress, hiking the white fabric over her hips before he groaned.

“jesus, you even wore the leg garter.”

“um, yeah. hand to god, I was hoping you’d rip it off me when we got home.”

at the confession, he wasted no time dropping to his knees, kissing up her thigh before gripping the garter between his teeth and attempting to tear it off. when that didn’t work, the mclaren driver let out a disgruntled, well, grunt, before ripping it apart by hand. she gasped, feeling his hungry lips trailing up her thigh.

"here? in pato's bathroom?"

david shrugged. "i had a craving."

"for what?" she laughed

"you. on the counter, love. spread those gorgeous legs nice and wide for me."

she did as she was told, perching on the edge of the counter. her garter lay in shambles on the floor, which she had figured was going to happen at some point during the night. david's hands grappled for her lacy panties, the man barely paying the pattern any mind as he fought to yank them down her legs without breaking them (and he heard a few stitches pop, he can't guarantee there aren't any rips).

"you're my own personal angel, sweetheart." he breathed, sinking to the cold tile floor. the bathroom lighting was soft, framing her face in a gentle halo of light. "too wicked for heaven, but way too sweet for hell."

she breathed heavily as david's warm hands parted her slick lips, her juices dripping onto the counter.

"fuck, baby." he exhaled. "i got you this worked up already?"

she nodded, nudging him with one silver stiletto-clad foot. "david. please."

"patience, my sweet girl." david hummed, clicking his tongue before running his fingers over entrance. "so good for me." he breathed, the cold air to her most sensitive area making her jolt.

and when his tongue licked it's first path up her cunt, she couldn't stop the moan she let out; a hearty, yet strangled cry that she was certain could be heard through the drywal if not for felix's phone being hooked up to the sound system, currently blaring the monster mash.

she would never get tired of the way david ate her out, like he was on death row and she was his last meal. he paid her so much care and attention, her arousal dripping down his face as he practically french kissed her heat, strong hands keeping her legs spread for him.

"oh god, david." she whined, bucking against his face, tangling one hand in his curls.

"i know honey, i know. god, i love this pussy. but you need to stay quiet. we can't let anybody hear those sexy noises you make." he slurred, drunk off the taste of her as he plunged his tongue inside her without warning.

she tried to form words, tried to even just let out an expletive, but all that came out was another strangled moan, this one louder than the first, followed by a series of whimpers as she leaned back against the mirror, almost fucking herself on his tongue as she struggled to keep her hips under control.

“david!” she whined, pouting when he pulled away from her, a mischievous grin on his face.

“you promised to be quiet, love.”

“fuck off. I can be quiet, I will be so fucking quiet.” she begged. “please david, I need your tongue.”

“you have to be so so quiet, pretty girl. or I’ll have to put your panties in your mouth to muffle those pretty whines.”

he focussed his attention back on her aching core, tongue lapping up every last drop of the juices spilling from her. she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, hard enough to draw blood as he sucked her clit in between his lips.

“oh my god, david.”

“what the fuck?!?!”

david stumbled to his feet, almost tripping in the white lace lying against the floor as he moved the shield his girlfriend from the interlopers eyes.

“sting ray? what the fuck, dude!” david shouted, trying to wipe off his face. it was pointless: they were both flushed red and it was obvious what they had been doing.

of course, the garter and panties on the floor would probably give it away.

sting ray robb stood in the doorway blinking as he tried to comprehend what he had just walked in on. “have you never heard of locking the goddamn door! I have seen things that no man should ever see!”

“haven’t you ever heard of knocking!”

shocked, dumbfounded and a little traumatized, sting ray shut his eyes and backed away from the doorframe, practically slamming the door closed with a disgusted shout.

“I have seen things I can’t unsee!” his idaho drawl carried down the hall as david and y/n stood stock still in the bathroom, laughter on their rosy cheeks.

“dave!” she scolded “why didn’t you lock the door?”

david shrugged, kissing her forehead. “you distract me too much. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“if I lock the door, can we finish what we started?”

“david malukas!”

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @clemswrld @httpiastri @libraryofloveletters @lorarri @scuderiamh @sidcrosbyspuck @diorleclerc @love4lando @thatsdemko @oconso

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1 year ago

If Daddy Knew || T.W x Horner!Reader

Warnings: 18+, hair pulling, oral (M&F reviving), handjob, fingering, degrading kink, praise kink

Wordcount: 2.1k

If she knew how this would end up in the long term, she would had agreed to go with her father a lot sooner

She would always say no if she was invited to a Grand Prix and to come to the paddock

She hadn’t always been the most social person, and she was scared she would mess up her words or don’t talk at all

This time was different

She felt confident that day. She has been invited again, and she said yes. It surprised her father. He couldn’t understand why she said yes

She couldn’t either, but she’s glad she did

As she stood in the Red Bull garage, she kept feeling like she was stared down by people outside of the garage

And she was right. When she got to the paddock afterwards, people still kept staring her down as she walked with her father. He wanted to introduce her to all the drivers and team principals

It all went good, until they reached Mercedes

Don’t take it the wrong way, they were all very nice, but after she had greeted the drivers, she had to meet the team principal

Toto Wolff

She had heard about him through her father, now, of course she didn’t take his word for it. They were rivals after all, they’re bound to say bad stuff about each other that weren’t true

“Darling, this is Toto Wolff” He said his name through gritted teeth

“Hi. I’ve heard so much about you” He didn’t answer her, he just looked her up and down and went back to what he was doing

She would have said something about his rudeness, only if he hadn’t been so handsome

Maybe he was all those things her dad said

The rest of the day, she thought about Toto and if it was something she did or said to make him rude, or if it was just how he was

It finally became Sunday and she stood in the garage. She knew it was bad, but she kept starting at Toto from the distance

“You okay, dear?” Christian asked her as he walked over to her “You’ve been kinda starting out in the abyss” He chuckled

“Yeah, I’m fine, dad. Thank you” She nodded up at him

The race went well. Max won, no surprise there. We all knew he was gonna win. Even the opposite teams knew he was gonna win

That night, they all went out celebrating the win, even though it was routine that he won by now

She drank to keep the thoughts away. She really wanted to be on his good side, but how could she do that?

The next morning she woke up with a slight headache, but nothing a few painkillers couldn’t take away

Just as she was about to brush her teeth, her phone started ringing. It was an unknown number

“Y/N Horner” She answered the phone

“Hi, Y/N, it’s Toto Wolff” His accent was thick through the phone “I just wanted to apologise my behaviour when we met. I’m sure you’re aware that me and your father don’t have the bestest of friendship, that was the only reason why I didn’t say anything, and that’s no reason, I know, but I just wanted to apologise. Can I buy you some coffee to make up for it?”

She stood and thought about her answer a while “Yeah, that sounds nice. When?” She finally answered and she heard him sigh on the other end

“Great. Shall we say 12 o’clock at the Café across the street?” God, his accent was to swoon over

“Yeah. That’s perfect” A smirk drew on her lips. They hung up and she looked at the time. It was currently 10. She had two hours

Two hours would have been fine if she had anything to wear. She tried to look through her clothes. She tried all the combinations of clothing that was clean

She finally settled for an outfit after 45 minutes and some going back and forth trough clothes

Before she put on her clothes, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She stood there for what felt like hours, but was actually only 10 minutes

She looked back at the clock after she got dressed and put on her shoes. 11:30. She debated if she should go now and be early, or if she should wait and be on time

She has only now realised she had forgotten her perfume. She founded and sprayed it lightly on the skin on her neck

She now decided to go out, but she should probably had waited. She bumped into her father in the hallway

“Where you going in such a hurry?” He chuckled as he looked her up and down

“I was just going out, checking the city out” She smiled innocently

“Okay. Have fun, don’t be out too late” He said to her before he continued to walk away

She continued to walk over to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby seemed like it took ages. She got to the lobby and walked out and across the street

She walked into the Café. She looked around to see if she could see Toto. She found him sitting at a booth up against the far wall. She sat down across him

“Hello, can I get you anything?” The waiter asked as she walked over to them

“I would like a coffee, black and a chocolate scone” Toto said as he looked from her to the waiter

“Can I get a hot chocolate and a croissant?” She asked as she looked up at her

“Of course. I’ll bring it down for you” She smiled and walked over to the counter

“I’m sorry for how I reacted, Y/N, I really am” He rambled and she just stared at him

“Toto, it’s fine. It’s no problem. I know how your relationship is with my dad, I totally understand” She smiled at him, trying to reassure him

“Yeah, I’m not friends with your dad, but I shouldn’t take that out on you” He sighed as he placed his hand on top of hers

“Toto, don’t worry about it, okay?” She smiled at him, looking him in his eyes through his glasses

All he did was nod before the waitress came over with their order. As they sat and drank their coffee and ate their food, they made small talk

The only annoying thing about this whole conversation was his smile. He would smile every so often, and it made her legs week

Everything that happened between that time and when they were in the elevator was a blur for her. All she knew was that she was pressed up against the elevators wall, her hands intertwined in his hair while his lips was on hers as his hands roamed her hips and waist

The ding of the elevator startled them. They hurried out into the hall and over to her room. She struggled a bit when she opened the door, but managed fine

As they got into the room, he pushed her up against the door. Her hands went to his waist, and in one swift motion, she had them turned around

Her hands went up his torso to unbutton his shirt. When she got the last button unbuttoned, she discarded the shirt on the ground

Her hand went to his hair to pull his head back so she could start attacking his necks with kisses and bites. He groaned at the sudden dominance from her. Her other hand went to unbuckle his belt

Toto covered his mouth with his hand to minimise the sounds that came out of him. She took her hand away from his belt and up to his hand to remove it from his mouth

“I want to hear your sounds, Toto” She said as she drew away from his neck, which drew out a groan from him “Fuck, you sounds so pretty” He could feel her smirk on his neck

She turned them around again, but this time, she guided him towards the bed, their shoes getting kicked off in the process

When the back off Toto’s legs hit the bed, she pushed him down to sit. She got on her knees and zipped down his pants

He bucked his up from the bed so she could pull down his pants and boxers. When she had gotten them off, she threw them beside her

She licked a stripe up his shaft before spitting into her hand, and started stroking him slowly. He started moaning low, almost silently

“Keep up those sounds, I wanna hear you, baby” She told him as she looked up at him from between his knees

Her words could make him undone right then and there “Fuck, I want your mouth around me, please” His voice was getting desperate and his accent was getting heavier

She removed her hand, but quickly replaced it with her mouth. His moans got louder as she started moving her head up and down

He started bucking his hips up, trying to fuck her mouth, but her hands came up to push him back down to stop his movements, which makes him groan in annoyance

“Fucking shit, Ah…” He wasn’t making any effort to swallow his moans “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, please. I’m so-Ah. I’m so close” His head leaned back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head

His hand was shaking when he drew it up to his face to take off his glasses as they started fogging up. He got them off and threw them on the ground, not caring if they broke or not

“I can’t- Ah. Fuck, please, I can’t take it anymore” His words didn’t stop her actions, if it did anything, it made her faster

A few seconds later and he came down her throat. She held her head down as he finished. She got off of him and swallowed his loath

He was panting hard when she stood up. She took his chin between her fingers making him look at her. She kissed him deeply, making him taste himself on her tongue

“Think you can return the favour?” She asked seductively. With closed eyes, he nodded “Good. Get on your knees” He quickly got on his knees where she once sat as she herself sat on the bed

She leaned back, her weight resting on her hands. She watched as his trembling hands tried opening the button on her jeans

She chuckled seeing him struggling “God you’re pathetic” She pushed his hands away to do it herself. She lifted her hips so he could pull down her pants and panties throwing them away with the rest of the clothes on the floor

He pulled her close to the edge of the bed, and therefore closer to his mouth. He drew his tongue through her soaking folds

“What wouldn’t my father say, hm?” She drew one of her hands through his soft, brown locks when he started attacking her clit

“His biggest rival eating out his daughter” He groaned into her cunt from her degrading, making her moan “What don’t you think he will do? Most likely kill you, or maybe, he would never invite me again to keep me as far away from you as possible so this could never happen again”

He groaned again, making her grip his hair tight and moan louder than before “Fuck, you’re so beautiful from here” She chuckled mixed with a moan

He drew one of his hands towards her cunt. One of his fingers drew through her folds, stopping at her entrance. She moaned as he entered her slowly

He started going in and out of her, drawing loud moans from her. He added another finger as he started curling his fingers up and hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars

Her moans got louder and heavier as she was pulled closer to the edge of her orgasm “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, Toto” She moaned pulling his hair so his face got showed into her cunt

“Fuck, I’m so close. Fucking keep going. Ah” Her head rolled back while she bucked her hips up and into his mouth “You’re doing so fucking good” He groaned which send her over the edge. Her legs shakes as she came down from her high

“Fuck, you did so good for me” She smiled down at him as she drew his face up to look at her “So fucking good” She leaned down to kiss him

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1 year ago

somebody tell that bitch sebastian vettel that i fucking love him

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pleaseultraviolenceme

4 months ago

"The Baby Glimmer"

Pairing: husband!Aaron Hotchner x wife!reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, wanting a baby, heated/romantic fade-to-black intimacy, kissing

Summary: Where Aaron gets baby fever.

a/n: Well, since most of you voted for 2nd person writing, I'll try that from now on.

The first time you noticed it, you didn’t think much of it.

Aaron and you were walking through the mall one rainy Saturday afternoon, grabbing a few things for Jack’s school project. He’d been in need of some craft supplies and, as usual, Aaron wanted everything to be perfect.

You were strolling past a baby boutique on the way to the bookstore when Aaron slowed to a stop. He glanced at the window display—a collection of tiny onesies and soft teddy bears arranged artfully—and a soft, almost wistful smile crept across his face.

You stopped beside him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

He gestured to a fluffy teddy bear in the center of the display, its bowtie slightly askew. “That’s cute,” he said simply. “Babies would love it.”

You blinked. Aaron Hotchner, notorious for his stoic demeanor, commenting on teddy bears?

“Yeah,” you replied, eyeing him suspiciously. “It’s… adorable.”

Aaron nodded, his hand briefly brushing against yours before he turned back toward the bookstore. “Come on,” he said over his shoulder, his voice calm and measured as always.

You stared after him for a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips. Maybe he was just in a good mood.

---

Then there was JJ’s baby shower.

Aaron had insisted on going. “She’s family,” he’d said when you asked him about it. “It’s important to support her.”

And support her he did.

He spent the entire afternoon helping set up decorations, arranging tiny cupcakes on trays, and offering to hold the baby while JJ unwrapped gifts. It was… unexpected, to say the least.

At one point, you caught him holding JJ’s newborn, his expression so soft it made your chest ache. He was cooing gently, his deep voice low and soothing as he rocked the baby in his arms.

You tried not to stare. You really did. But the sight of Aaron Hotchner—gruff, protective, usually all-business—cradling a baby like it was the most natural thing in the world was enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat.

“Wow,” Emily whispered, nudging you with her elbow. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Hotch has baby fever.”

You laughed, brushing off the comment. “Please. He’s just being nice.”

But even as you said it, you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach fluttered when Aaron caught your eye across the room and smiled.

---

It wasn’t just JJ’s baby. It was everywhere.

You were at the grocery store one evening when it happened again. You had split up to cover more ground, and found him standing in the baby aisle when you came to find him.

“Aaron?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you approached.

He looked up, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he held up a tiny pair of baby shoes. “Look at these,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “They’re so small.”

You stared at him, your heart doing that annoying fluttering thing again. “Uh… yeah,” you said slowly. “Babies tend to have small feet.”

Aaron chuckled, setting the shoes back on the shelf. “Right. Of course.”

You watched him for a moment, suspicion creeping in. Something was definitely up.

---

The team noticed it, too.

“He’s acting weird,” Derek said one afternoon, leaning back in his chair as he sipped his coffee.

“Weirder than usual?” Emily quipped, smirking.

“No, like… softer,” Derek replied, gesturing toward Aaron’s office. “Have you seen the way he’s been with JJ’s baby? Or how he’s been staring off into space lately? It’s like he’s distracted by something.”

Emily glanced at you, her eyebrows raised. “Any idea what’s going on with him?”

You shrugged, playing dumb. “No clue. Maybe he’s just tired.”

But even as you said it, you couldn’t ignore the way Aaron had been looking at you lately—the way his eyes lingered just a little longer than usual, the way he reached for your hand more often, the way his touch was softer, more deliberate.

---

It all came to a head one quiet evening at home.

Jack was asleep, and Aaron and you were curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background. You’d been watching him out of the corner of your eye all night, trying to piece together what was going on in that brilliant, complicated mind of his.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Aaron,” you said, turning to face him.

He looked down at you, his dark eyes warm and attentive. “Yes?”

You hesitated, searching for the right words. “You’ve been… different lately. Distracted. Is everything okay?”

Aaron’s brow furrowed slightly, and for a moment, you thought he was going to brush it off. But then he sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he reached for your hand.

“There’s something I’ve been thinking about,” he admitted, his voice low and steady.

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“It’s just… seeing JJ with her baby, and watching Jack grow up… It’s made me think about us. About our future.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck. “What about our future?”

Aaron’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand, his touch warm and comforting. “I’ve been thinking about having another baby. With you.”

His words hung in the air between us, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak.

“A baby?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He nodded, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. “I know it’s a big decision, and I don’t want to pressure you. But I can’t stop thinking about it. About what it would be like to build a family with you.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, and you felt a lump forming in your throat.

“Aaron,” you began, your voice trembling. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

He cupped my face in his hands, his gaze filled with love and hope. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just think about it. That’s all I’m asking.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch as tears spilled down your cheeks. You loved this man so much.

---

Over the next few days, you couldn’t stop thinking about Aaron’s words.

You watched him more closely than ever, noticing the way he doted on Jack, the way he smiled whenever you passed by a baby in the park, the way he held you just a little tighter at night.

And the more you thought about it, the more the idea began to take root in your heart.

It was a week later, during a quiet evening at home, that you finally found the courage to bring it up again.

You were sitting at the dining table, finishing the last of your dinner, when you set your fork down and looked at him.

“Aaron,” you said softly.

He glanced up, his expression instantly attentive. “Yes?”

You took a deep breath, your fingers nervously twisting the hem of your shirt. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About having a baby.”

His eyes softened, and you saw the faintest glimmer of hope in his gaze. “And?”

You smiled, your heart pounding as you reached for his hand. “And… I think I want that, too. With you.”

Aaron’s face lit up, a smile spreading across his lips as he squeezed your hand.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmured, his deep voice warm and full of unspoken emotion.

You laughed through the tears welling in your eyes, unable to look away from the sheer adoration in his gaze. “I think I do,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

Aaron’s other hand reached up, his fingertips tenderly brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “You’re really ready for this?” he asked, his tone quiet and reverent, like he didn’t want to break the fragile bubble of this moment.

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. “With you? Yes. A thousand times yes.”

His dark eyes softened even further, the kind of look that always made you feel like you were the only person in the world to him. He kissed you then—slow and deliberate, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude into the motion.

When he finally pulled back, you noticed the faintest mischievous glint in his eye, something you rarely saw but secretly adored. His lips quirked into a small, almost playful smile.

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping just slightly, “if we’re going to have a baby… shouldn’t we start practicing?”

You blinked at him, stunned for half a second before a breathless laugh escaped your lips. “Oh, really?” you teased, tilting your head as you looked at him. “You don’t waste any time, do you?"

His grin widened just a fraction as he leaned closer, his thumb tracing slow circles over the back of your hand. “Why would I, when we could make this moment count?” His voice was a low rumble now, filled with a heated edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

The air between you shifted—charged and electric, crackling with the kind of tension that made your pulse race.

“Aaron…” You whispered, your voice catching in your throat as he cupped your cheek, his touch so gentle yet so deliberate.

“Yes?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth, teasing you with just the faintest ghost of a kiss.

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, your hands sliding up to rest against his chest. “You’re not playing fair.”

He hummed low in his throat, his other hand settling on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. “I don’t plan to.”

The next kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was full of unspoken promises and barely contained need, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your knees weak.

You gasped as he shifted, lifting you effortlessly into his arms as though you weighed nothing. Your hands tangled in his shirt as he carried you toward the bedroom, his lips never straying far from yours.

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