Formula One Shots

Lewis Hamilton [44]

For TCyrus

44. "Stay in bed."

WARNING: little bit of 18+ content and some swear words

Word count: 570

You watched as Lewis let himself fall back onto the mattress. You were both panting after your 'nightly activity'. It always happened like that. Lewis calling you up, telling you to come over like some sort of escort and then having his way with you. Not that you minded the last thing, but it sure made you feel insecure about what you were to him. He probably had more girls like you, and thinking about it made you want to throw up.

"That was fucking good," Lewis sighed next to you and shortly glanced over your naked form, smirking to himself.

"It was," you said absentmindedly, still thinking about this situation. What were you to him? Nothing more than a fuck buddy he called whenever he needed his release? These thoughts made you go insane.

"What are you thinking about, doll?" Lewis asked as he saw you frowning deep in your thoughts. "Nothing. Just go to sleep... I'll make sure to be gone when you wake up," you snapped a little. Of course he didn't want to be seen with you.

"You can sleep here if you want, I don't mind," Lewis said as his arm went to circle around your waist to pull you against him, "stay in bed, (y/n)." but you quickly stood up from the bed and started to get dressed again.

"What are you doing?" he asked confusedly. You had never been this blunt before and he didn't like it. "If I did something wrong... please tell me. Did I hurt you, baby?"

You turned around and sighed deeply, "yes, Lewis! yes, you hurt me. Every time I come here. Every night means nothing to you while it means everything to me. You are hurting me, Lewis!" you panted out. Lewis' eyes turned big and for some time he didn't know what to say. "(y/n)... I nev-"

"Save it Lewis. Why don't you find another girl to have occasional hook ups with, because I am absolutely done feeling like I don't mean a damn thing to you." you snapped, cutting him off. You walked off the stairs as soon as you could and opened the door to have it immediately smashed behind you. Lewis stood in front of you, looking pissed off as hell.

"All those things you said, they are so untrue, god damn it."

"You have no right to be pissed off, Hamilton," you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to ignore the tingles in your spine at the way Lewis had you trapped between the door and his naked torso.

"I have every right to be pissed off, baby girl. I have every right to be pissed off with myself for making you think such horrible things." Lewis started while looking you intensely in the eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You think you don't mean anything to me, but, baby girl, you mean the world to me and I do not want you to leave me. Stay," Lewis whispered the last part and stepped closer to you, pressing your body flush against the door.

"On one condition," you smirked and pressed your fingers against his jaw.

"And that is?"

"I will stay if we have rough make up sex right now."

Lewis smirked and bit his lip, eyes visibly darkening, "that can be arranged," he said as he picked you up and attached his lips to yours.