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- Max Verstappen
- Sergio Perez
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#27: „If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop."
Warnings: kinda depressing tbh
! THIS IS 100% FICTIONAL !
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Lewis and you had been in an on-off relationship for a little over a year now. Your situationship, as some would call it, has been getting to both of your heads, ending with a few expensive couple therapy sessions.
They were useless.
It wasn't only one of you being toxic. It was both of you and at some point, the toxicity drained you completely of the joyful life you'd lived before Lewis was in the picture.
You didn't know when exactly everything turned out to be the way it was now, but you were simply out of energy.
It was Saturday, meaning Lewis had yet another day of quali for this week's Grand Prix in Saudi Arabia. Also meaning you were alone in the Monégasque apartment him and you shared despite your love-hate-relationship. He left only shortly after you two had another one of your daily fights, which ended in you sitting on the couch alone.
Again.
You were curled up in the warm blanket, covering your entire body with the familiar warmth that made you feel so lonely, watching another episode of Friends.
„We were on a break!" Ross, appearing on the screen of your iPad, has been repeating the sentence over and over again, trying to defend his actions. It made you think. Aren't you and Lewis on a break almost every single weekend? Every time he had to race?
Normally the episodes made you laugh until you couldn't breathe anymore, but today was different. Today you felt depressed. You longed for his strong arms to be wrapped tightly around your waist, placing a soft, loving kiss on your hair and for him to tell you that he'd never let you go again.
You knew that this was going to be a long weekend.
You decided to turn off your iPad, but in return turn on the TV. Qualifying was currently airing on Sky and you watched as Lewis, fast as death, drove around the corners of the Saudi Arabian track.
Even after the race was finished you watched Lewis give many seemingly long interviews and you couldn't help but miss his presence.
You reminded yourself that you still needed to wait over 24 hours until Lewis was going to come back home.
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When Lewis unlocked the apartment door you were cuddled up in a warm blanket on the couch, sound asleep. He can't say he didn't miss you, because God knows he did a lot.
He saw you sleeping next to Roscoe, smiling to himself and placing his thumb on your cheek. You knew his touch and it immediately woke you up. You were waiting for this moment all weekend.
„You're back," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. Neither one of you had to say a word as you embraced each other in a loving hug.
„I'm back," Lewis whispered. „I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry. It's just that everything's so overwhelming right now. I guess I lost my cool, huh?"
„It's okay," you replied, your hands resting on his board shoulders as you broke the hug to face him. „I want to make this work, Lew. I wanna make us work."
His hand lightly caressed your cheek, his gaze quickly wandered from your eyes to your lips. „I know. I want to kiss you. But if I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop."
„Then don't."
You placed your lips on his, feeling like this particular kiss solved all of your problems in a matter of a few seconds that felt like an eternity. You pressed your forehead against his, fully giving into the kiss, as you felt him break the kiss.
„I want you in my life, Y/N," he murmured against your lips before kissing you again, the space between you exploding in sparks. His hands traveled from your cheek to your neck, squeezing it softly.
He then picked you up without breaking the kiss and stumbled slightly, but his muscular arms were wrapped tightly around your waist as he carried you to your bedroom.
Tbh I didn't feel like writing smut for this imagines cos I didn't feel like it but stay tuned, I will write some heavy smut soon :)) But yeah, hope you liked the first of the imagines and don't forget to vote and comment (please don't be silent readers, I wanna hear your thoughts). That's it for now, Your fav habibi
